Dressed as an actress and was raped by the Internet?A song from the bottom of the sea to the top

When hearing Bai Ling's first two words, the corners of Luo Xiaofeng's mouth started to rise.

Well said, well said.

It's croaking.

As long as Bai Ling dares to admit this, he can seize all of this to make a big fuss. At that time, how can Bai Ling have a chance to come back?
He is bound to win this battle.

And his fans are already planning to open champagne at halftime.

Unfortunately, Bai Ling's words were followed by a but.

"Although the inheritance and expansion of culture has stopped, it is still not the reason why we ignore and despise our own culture."

"Today's Chinese tea culture seems to be similar to the tea ceremony in the Sakura Country, and there are not many highlights."

"But today, I'm going to show you a special skill about the tea ceremony that has been almost lost all along——Chabaixi!"

It wasn't until this time that everyone realized that the tea foam in the tea tray was actually somewhat different from what Leng Yan drank just now.

Among them, the color of the tea soup is dark brown, which looks thicker.

Also, the size of the foam is finer.

In other words, more thought and effort has been put into the tea foam in this tea tray than before.

But at this moment, in front of Bai Ling, there was a small teacup filled with clear water.

But Bai Ling used that small teaspoon to touch the clear water, and then quickly passed it across the tea tray.

The movement is fast, and the clouds are flowing.

Everyone didn't have the time to come back to their senses, only to see traces of traces appearing on the tea soup.

If Bai Ling used tea cream to decorate the teacup before, it would feel like garland.

So at this moment, her action is more like using the disc as a table, and the tea soup as rice paper.

The teaspoon in the hand is no longer simple, just like the paintbrush in the hands of a famous artist, and then begins to have a soul.

While the catkin was waving, the painting also appeared vividly on the paper.

Because when the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, the scenery of the flowers blooming.

It's not just one flower, but more like colorful flowers.

Just looking at the extremely detailed tea tray and paintings, everyone's faces showed a bit of amazement.

If the previous actions were like latte art, what about now?

Can latte art produce such delicate things?

This is not simply drawing a few symbols, or a few special symmetrical figures.

It is a fine painting comparable to ink painting.

"Tea play, with tea as a painting!"

"Please share the reward!"

Bai Ling stopped all his movements and pushed the tea tray further forward.

The tea soup was very thick, and the painting was still clearly visible, without the slightest shaking under such circumstances.

The camera zoomed in, capturing everything in a very clear place.

Fortunately, the live broadcast was on, otherwise countless people would be amazed at the same time, comparable to the roar of thunder.

And even though the live broadcast was on, the exclamation of the audience couldn't be heard, and the sound of gasping for air kept coming and going, without any pause at all.

"Wow, so beautiful!"

"pretty!"

"Is this drinking tea? No, no, no, this is painting!"

"What painting? Superficial, it's art! Real art."

"Bai Ling's set of operations seems to be quite simple, but in fact, whether it is ordering tea or painting at the end, it is actually quite difficult."

"I didn't expect Bai Ling to have such an artistic talent, wow!"

"Tea Baixi, painting with tea, according to Bai Ling's performance, can you draw whatever you want? Is this what Baixi means?"

"A cup of tea contains everything? Yes, yes, this is the taste."

"The tea ceremony on the side of the cherry blossoms is actually more entangled with Zen. It's a bit speechless to say it. This so-called Zen is really a bit pretentious."

"Our Chinese tea ceremony is actually not as simple as Zen. Zen is only a part of it. There are also Confucian culture, Taoist culture, etc... It can be said to be all-encompassing."

"What a Chabaixi!"

"Who said that our traditional culture has no characteristics?"

"Isn't this coming?"

"Damn it, Bai Ling is too good."

"Sister Bai Ling, the sex is too rigid, don't you really think about having more girlfriends?"

"I've decided, my dream in this life is to find a girl like Bai Ling to be my wife!"

"Brother, I guess you are going to die in peace, there is only one Bai Ling in the world!"

"Where is Luo Xiaofeng?"

"What about those who play the cherry blossom tea ceremony better than our tea culture? I remember the ids of many of you, why don't you stand up and speak out at this time?"

"Yeah, what about those rhythmic people just now? Come out and talk!"

Before Bai Ling showed this skill, the rhythm of the live broadcast room was an exaggeration.

If someone from the cherry blossom side came here and saw the scene in the live broadcast room, I'm afraid they couldn't help laughing.

what's going on?
How powerful is their tea ceremony?

Why don't the people of Cherry Blossom know about it?
But now, all the rhythm breaks down.

Look, what is real culture.

Look, what is a treasure!
What are the ingredients for those who say that the tea ceremony of cherry blossoms surpasses the Chinese tea culture?
Whether it's Bai Ling's clear explanation before, or the current demonstration that facts speak louder than words.

They all slapped Luo Xiaofeng in the face severely.

Of course, those fans of Luo Xiaofeng dare not speak out at this time, for fear of being sprayed wildly by enthusiastic netizens.

Not to mention them, Luo Xiaofeng is now acting like a turtle with his tail between his legs.

"Unlucky, Chabaixi, there is such a thing!"

"I do not know how?"

Luo Xiaofeng's mood fell to the bottom, and his eyes were a little dark.

Of course, it was also to make things difficult for him.

There are so many emotions hidden in such small eyes.

He got up from the sofa very depressed.

With a swipe, his entire face became terrified, because he found that the glass coffee table seemed to be getting closer to him.

After a long while, Luo Xiaofeng, whose face was stained with blood, was furious, "Damn it, why am I so unlucky!"

He didn't know that the current rhythm of public opinion began to overwhelm him. It was only natural that he had such bad luck.

After showing the Tea Hundred Opera, Bai Ling said with a smile, "Chinese culture is broad and profound. Whether it is the traditional music that was promoted before, the national style music, or the current tea art culture, it should be like what I painted. Thriving."

"Don't let a mouse poop ruin a pot of porridge!"

"Of course, this painting, I wish you all a bright future!"

After Bai Ling finished speaking with a smile, he poured the tea soup into the cups one by one, and asked Leng Yan to distribute it to the staff on site.

It was hard work to follow her out to shoot in the early morning, so it was natural to reward her.

After everyone drank the tea, a look of intoxication appeared on their faces.

"This tea is really good!"