White tea legend

Chapter 201 The taste is bland

The night is low and the moon is dim.

In the quiet night, a medium-sized courtyard stood quietly, with the word "Baifu" written on the lintel in dignified and simple handwriting.

The entire courtyard of Baifu has a strict layout and is divided into two parts: the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard. The outer courtyard is where guests are received, and the inner courtyard is where the owner lives. The courtyard is surrounded by high walls, covered with ivy and full of greenery.

The woman followed Xiaoqing and Xuanfeng into the vermilion door with a copper door knocker.

Entering the gate is the outer courtyard. There is a path paved with bluestones in the center of the outer courtyard. Both sides of the path are planted with various flowers and plants, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

Walking along the path, you came to the door of the inner courtyard. The door of the inner courtyard is smaller than the door of the outer courtyard, but it is equally exquisite.

Pushing open the door to the inner courtyard, your eyes suddenly opened up. The inner courtyard is much wider than the outer courtyard. There is a rockery in the center, which is full of pines and cypresses and is green. Next to the rockery is a small bridge, with gurgling water under the bridge and crystal clear water.

The main building of the White Mansion is a two-story pavilion. The roof of the pavilion is in the form of a double eaves resting on the top of a mountain. Wind chimes are hung under the eaves, swaying in the wind and making a pleasant sound. The outer walls of the pavilion are carved with exquisite patterns, demonstrating the superb skills of the craftsmen.

Inside the pavilion, the first floor is the living room and study room, with simple and elegant furniture. The second floor is the bedroom and living room, which are warm and comfortable.

Xiaoqing and Xuanfeng took the woman outside a bedroom. Xuanfeng opened the bedroom door. Xiaoqing got angry and pushed the woman in.

"Go in! You can stay in this room for now! Be honest and don't break things in the house, and don't wander around in the garden!"

Compared to Xiaoqing's rudeness, Xuanfeng carefully lit a lamp for the woman.

"Thank you," the woman took the oil lamp and said to Xuanfeng, "My name is Ji Lan..."

"Who knows your name?" Xiaoqing slammed the door and shut the woman inside.

"My sister has taken her in. There is no need for you to treat her like this. You being so mean makes your sister seem not generous." Xuanfeng advised.

Xiaoqing gave Xuanfeng a roll of his eyes: "Men are not good."

Saying that, he turned around and left.

Xuanfeng chased after him: "Hey, what about your Mr. Xie? He is not a man?"

"He's different from you."

Lanterns shine under the eaves, and a warm yellow glow shines on the cloister. The corridor is winding and winding, and the railings on both sides are carved with exquisite patterns of flowers and birds. The breeze blew, and the lanterns swayed gently, casting mottled shadows.

"It's different. He would rather be a monk than marry someone."

Xuanfeng was so angry that Xiaoqing suddenly stopped and turned around, glaring at Xuanfeng with dissatisfaction.

Xuanfeng made a face at him, stuck out his tongue, and ran away.

Xiao Qing shouted at his back: "Stinky bird, don't let me see your ugly courtship, otherwise I will laugh at you!"

"Absolutely-no-possible-"

Xuanfeng's voice echoed in the White Mansion.

……

"Xiangming Yaxu" has closed, but the lights in the lobby are still on.

Bai Cha was sitting behind the counter at the moment, buried in a pile of complicated account books.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her bare hands were busy flipping through the account pages. She carefully checked every income and expenditure.

The lights in the store shone on her body, casting a long shadow that swayed gently with her movements.

The usual smile on her face had disappeared, replaced by a kind of seriousness and concentration.

This look made the atmosphere in the store become a little solemn.

The corners of her lips were pursed tightly, as if she was meditating on something important, and her normally agile eyes were just staring at the numbers on the ledger at the moment.

Lu Yu stood aside, looking at such white tea, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

He didn't know why Bai Cha was so focused, or whether she was really angry. His heartbeat quickened and his palms began to sweat. He wanted to know the answer, but he didn't dare to disturb Bai Cha's work easily.

Finally, Lu Yu plucked up the courage, walked carefully to Bai Cha, and asked softly: "Madam, are you angry?"

His voice was trembling, obviously feeling uneasy about Bai Cha's mood.

Hearing Lu Yu's voice, Bai Cha raised her head and looked at his nervous face. A smile appeared on her lips unconsciously.

She put down the pen in her hand, shook her head gently, and said, "I'm not angry, I'm just concentrating on checking the accounts." Hearing Bai Cha's answer, Lu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Madam, don't you want to hear my explanation?"

"Explain what?"

"Me and Ji Lan!"

"What did you do wrong, why do you need to explain?"

Yes, he did something wrong, why should he explain?
"But a woman suddenly comes to your door, won't you misunderstand me?"

"I believe you." Bai Cha smiled.

Her smile is like the warm spring sun, warm and soft. This smile made Lu Yu feel at ease, as if all his worries had disappeared.

The uneasiness in his heart also dissipated, replaced by a kind of practicality and tranquility.

"Thank you, madam."

Lu Yu held Bai Cha's hand and said.

"Fool, we are husband and wife. If there is no basic trust between husband and wife, how can we be husband and wife?"

What’s more, I’ve known you for thousands of years, and I still don’t know you? Lu Yu.

Bai Cha stared at Lu Yu, his eyes changing rapidly...

Lu Yu waved his hand in front of her eyes, and Bai Cha came back to his senses and said, "Master, it's getting late, why don't you go to bed first."

Lu Yu shook his head and said, "Madam, there's a curfew outside. We can only stay in 'Xiangming Yaxu' to rest tonight. I'm not sleepy for the time being. I have some ideas. I'll give it to you after Madam has finished busy with the accounts at hand." Madam, what do you think?"

"it is good."

Bai Cha quickly sorted out the accounts at hand, and Lu Yu took her to the tea making room.

There were two saucers of tea leaves on the table, and Bai Cha recognized one of them as the sage's favorite Mengding nectar.

The fine hairs on the tea leaves on the other plate are still intact despite being made, making the tea leaves look white with downy hairs and pekoe draped down the back, which is very beautiful.

"Madam, the nectar that the saint likes is green tea. When I was in Jingling City, I was also the best at making Jingling green tea. I want to use the green tea making process to make white tea into green tea. It’s named Bai Maojian.”

"Baimaojian?"

"Yes. Madam, how about I use this green tea white tip and sencha method to make a pot of tea for my lady to try?"

"Okay!" Bai Cha said expectantly.

Lu Yu held the white hair tips in his hand, carefully selected them, and placed them in the purple clay pot.

He gently washed the tea, stirring up wisps of tea fragrance that filled the air.

Bai Cha stood aside, looking at Lu Yu's skillful techniques with admiration in his eyes.

Lu Yu took mountain spring water and poured it into the pot. The heat was moderate and the sound of the water was like singing.

He gently shook the pot body to fully contact the tea leaves with the water, and the tea juice gradually came out.

When the tea soup turned green in color, he slowly poured out the first brew, and the aroma of tea overflowed.

"Madam, please have some tea."

Bai Cha smiled slightly, took the cup, took a sip, and savored it carefully...

Lu Yu looked at her expectantly, like a child waiting for praise: "Madam, how are you?"

"My lord, you can use Mengding nectar to make another pot for me and try it."

The same sencha process went smoothly, and a cup of Mengding nectar was placed in Bai Cha's hand.

Lu Yu also looked at Bai Cha with anticipation.

"Sir, why do I feel that Bai Mao Jian tastes much weaker than Meng Ding Manna..."

It’s the same green tea making process, and it’s the same sencha process. Why does Baimaojian have a lighter taste than Mengding Manlu?
Bai Cha's words confirmed Lu Yu's previous judgment.

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