After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

After the tea soup is poured into the tea tray, let it stand for a while, so that the tea can be covered by the tea.

Take a chopstick, dip some water, and paint on the tea.

It's not easy to draw a complicated picture when ordering tea, but Jiang Zhao has learned how to draw, so he simply drew a picture of a beautiful woman on it.

Everyone was surprised.

"What is the method of making tea, and why is it possible to paint on the tea soup?"

"Yeah, this method is unheard of, how did this gentleman come up with it?"

"This way of making tea, if the tea soup tastes good, I will only praise this tea ceremony from now on."

"That's right. If the tea tastes good, I'm afraid this gentleman's way of making tea will prevail in the future dynasty."

"Don't dare to say the dynasty, this capital is indeed certain."

……

Everyone felt that Jiang Zhao's method would definitely become popular in the future.

As for Zhang Langjun, as Jiang Zhao's tea was about to be ready, his complexion became even darker. Up to now, few people paid attention to him. He brewed a cup of tea, but no one came forward to taste it, just waiting for Jiang Zhao Zhao's tea is ready.

After Jiang Zhao finished drawing the Chabaixi, he asked Simubai to show it to everyone.

A beautiful woman is standing on the tea lifelikely, surrounded by a few butterflies, the painting is vivid.

"The painting is really good!"

"Yeah, it's the first time I've seen painting on tea soup, it's so amazing!"

"If such a miraculous technique is used to open a teahouse, I'm afraid I will have to queue up for tea in the future."

"If this gentleman opens a teahouse, just for the beauties in this painting, I will definitely visit every day!"

"That's right!"

……

Although they haven't tasted the taste of tea soup yet, everyone is full of praise for Chabaixi.

After Jiang Zhao's tea painting was completed, it was officially completed, and he divided the tea in the tea tray into several cups and poured it for everyone to taste.

"Everyone, this is the first time I have made Chabaixi. I hope you don't dislike it. If there is something wrong, feel free to point it out. If it can be corrected, I will definitely correct it."

It is indeed the first time to make Chabaixi after coming to this world.

After everyone made the tea, they nodded and began to taste it.

Zhang Langjun also poured a cup of tea for everyone. This is the tea he made from the best tea leaves in the teahouse. Even the skill of making tea has been accumulated over the years. He doesn't believe that he can't compare with Jiang Zhao It was the first tea hundred opera.

Her Chabaixi is nothing more than flamboyant movements, a show that is not useful.

After everyone tasted the tea of ​​the two, they had different opinions on Jiang Zhao's tea play.

Some people like the unique taste of only tea in ordering tea, while some people prefer the artistic conception of the monarch and his ministers complementing each other in this era.

Tea is king, and other condiments are supplementary.

But in the final analysis, it's just that you're not used to drinking it. If you're used to it, who would want to drink tea that's full of seasonings, and it's still a mess of seasonings.

But there are obviously more conservative people than innovative people in this dynasty, so after a lot of votes, Zhang Langjun's tea is even better.

Jiang Zhao was not a person who would renege on promises, so when he walked up to Zhang Langjun, he had to bow and apologize to him.

But after handcuffing, Zhang Langjun stopped him before he bent down.

"Lang Jun, you are being polite. I was too aggressive before, but after tasting the tea made by Lang Jun, I realized that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people."

"Although my lord is inferior to me today, after I tasted the tea made by your lord, I feel that I am inferior to your lord, so you don't have to apologize to me."

"Compared to the tea made by Mr. Lang, the tea I make is just like what Mr. Lang said, it's a waste of tea cakes and waste of everything."

Obviously, after tasting Jiang Zhao's ordering tea, this guy was subdued by Jiang Zhao's ordering tea.

Then, he paused and continued.

"Lang Jun, although this teahouse of mine is small, it is worth dozens of coins. I would like to exchange this teahouse for my lord to teach me how to make tea, and I hope he will not hesitate to teach me."

After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply in front of Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao was a little at a loss when he was so suddenly provoked. Didn't she lose? Why did she want to give the teahouse to her again, and then acted like she wanted to worship herself as a teacher.

"There's no need for the teahouse. If you want to learn, you should be a tea lover. It's okay to teach you, but everyone comes here for consumption, and it's inconvenient for us to disturb them here. Why don't we go to the courtyard in the backyard?" How about teaching you?"

Jiang Zhao said.

He is a master at making tea. When she ordered tea just now, he had already looked confused. What he lacks now is experience.

Why don't you just go along with the flow and teach him how to deal with him? Just treat him as a friend.

Zhang Langjun nodded: "Then I would like to thank you, Mr. Lang, but I still have a doubt in my heart. I wonder if Mr. Zhang can answer it?"

Jiang Zhao nodded: "Say it."

"I don't know what is the name of Lang Jun's method of making tea, why can he paint on tea?"

As soon as Zhang Langjun's question came out, everyone pricked up their ears to listen. They were also curious about the name of this tea-making skill.

"The skill of making tea in the front is called ordering tea, and the painting on the tea soup later is called Chabaixi."

"Tea?"

"Tea Baixi?"

Everyone chewed these two names in their hearts.

"Sure enough!"

"That's right, it's really suitable for the occasion. The frothing in the front is ordering tea, and the painting in the back is tea Baixi. What a good name!"

Zhang Langjun also repeated these two names in his heart, they are indeed good names.

After answering the doubts in his heart, Zhang Langjun was going to take Jiang Zhao and Simu Bai to the backyard, and let Jiang Zhao teach him this tea skill.

"Lang Jun, you are leaving now, we haven't had enough tea yet."

Said one of the people who was full of praise for the tea just now.

Other tea drinkers echoed.

"Yeah, we haven't had enough."

Just now, Jiang Zhao only made one cup, and everyone was given a small cup to taste.

Some drink in a hurry, like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit without even tasting the taste.

So Jiang Zhao felt that it was possible that many people did not vote for him because he did too little.

After all, compared to the big pot of Zhang Langjun, hers is pitifully small. Compared with him, of course everyone voted for him, and if it was him, he would vote for himself.

But if you lose, you lose, and there are no excuses.

Looking at these dissatisfied guests, Zhang Langjun quickly made a decision.

"Next, this gentleman will teach me how to make some tea. If you don't mind, I can give you free tea for my next practice. What do you think?"

Being able to prostitute for nothing, of course everyone is happy.

"Okay, okay. Although the hand-made work may not be as good as the tea made by Mr. Lang, it is better than nothing."

What's more, it's free, not to mention other things, Zhang Langjun's tea is worth a lot of money.

After saying that, Jiang Zhao and the others went to the backyard.