"I don't know if it works." Xiang Xi said.

"Thank you," Hu Hai looked at the back of his hand, "It should be no problem, don't be nervous."

"I'll take the cake over," Old Man Lu stood up, patted Xiang Xi on the shoulder, "and then make tea."

"Oh." Xiang Xi put the washed pot on the pot seat to boil water.

"Wash your hands." Hu Hai added to the back of the old man Lu.

Xiang Xi smiled. Somehow this sentence made him think of Cheng Boyan. Suddenly, he felt that Hu Hai was like an acquaintance. When he started making tea after the water was boiled, he was no longer as nervous as before.

"It's like making tea for yourself at home," Old Man Lu brought the pancake out and put it on the table. "It's easy, don't think about what to do."

"Well," Xiang Xi was washing tea, "then I have to wait until I have mastered this set of steps. If I don't think about it deliberately, I should pick it up and drink it next."

"Then drink it," said Old Man Lu with a smile, "soaking flowers is just for drinking."

Xiang Xi smiled and continued the tea making procedure. Old Man Lu was chatting with Hu Hai every word, all about tea, and he listened carefully.

If he was allowed to learn this knowledge seriously as if he was in class, he would probably be annoyed if he couldn't learn much, but he unexpectedly found it very interesting while chatting like this.

"The water temperature is high," Old Man Lu took the tea he made and took a sip of it, "but it's not bad."

"I'll pay attention next time." Xiang Xi also took a sip. To be honest, he was not sensitive to water temperature, and he couldn't feel the change in tea soup between the heights.

"You can understand it by drinking more tea," said Old Man Lu. "We drink tea to make so much preparations to taste the most suitable taste. It is just like you need a good headphone to hear the effect when you listen to music, but the purpose of wearing headphones is also different. Some people wear headphones for fashion, and there are still differences. We should remember that the original reason for drinking tea is to drink it."

Xiang Xi nodded. After drinking the first tea, he continued to start the second brew.

After eating a few bites of cake, Hu Hai stood up, chatting with the old man, and slowly wandering around the house, and finally sat on the piano bench.

The strings made a series of sounds under his seemingly random movements. That day, Yunshui Fanxin was not on the piano because there were too many people, and he didn't notice how good it was.

At this moment, in the quiet tea room, the sound of the piano showed its original appearance in the fragrance of tea and the moonlight outside the window. When the tea was poured into the tea cup, the vague sound of water and the sound of the piano sounded very soothing.

Old Man Lu told him the history of various teas today. While drinking tea, Xiang Xi didn't feel tired at all, although he didn't seem to record anything in the end...

At almost ten o'clock, Old Man Lu looked at the time: "It's almost done. Let's get here today. The bus is at half past ten. You'll be out now and there's a bus."

"Well," Xiang Xi stood up and bent over, "Thank you for your hard work, Master."

"It's not hard, and people who can understand what they say will not work hard," Old Man Lu smiled, "Go back."

"I'll go to the toilet first," Xiang Xi turned around and ran outside the house, "I've drunk too much tea."

After going to the bathroom, he felt comfortable all over. When he returned to the house to get his bag, Hu Hai was still fiddling with the strings.

"Are you leaving?" Old Man Lu asked, and took another small can of tea and handed it to Xiang Xi: "Take it back and drink."

"I won't go back today." Hu Hai said, lowering his head and continuing to play the piano.

"Then you stay and help me lock the door when I leave," Old Man Lu stood up, "I'll go on a walk in the mountains."

He ran to the tea mountain in the middle of the night. Old man Lu said he had eaten too much and took a walk. Xiang Xi was quite envious. If he had eaten too much, he could only circle around the community with Cheng Boyan. One child was three steps, and one aunt was five steps...

After leaving the door, Old Man Lu went straight up the mountain from behind the house. Xiang Xi walked out along the path and saw three figures from afar. He was quite dedicated.

There was only a lamp far away on the road. The shadow of the tree was cast on the road between the two lamps, dotted with spots of moonlight. Xiang Xi took out his camera and took a few photos while walking.

As soon as he turned out of the intersection, he saw the car parked by Cheng Boyan on the side of the road. He suddenly became energetic and ran over and jumped over.

"How long have you been here? I haven't sent me a text message." Xiang Xi pulled the car door and jumped into the car.

"I'm afraid I'll quarrel about you to talk about tea," Cheng Boyan smiled and pulled a tissue and handed it to him, "How is it today?"

"It's pretty good, I've talked a lot of things," Xiang Xi patted his stomach, "I also ate a lot of food and drank a lot of water..."

"Didn't your master come out together?" Cheng Boyan looked over the road.

"No, I've gone for a walk up the mountain," Xiang Xi patted the car window, "Let's go."

"Where are you... senior brother?" Cheng Boyan started the car and asked again.

"He is still playing the piano in the tea room, saying he won't leave today," Xiang Xi rubbed his nose, "Oh, his hands are still hot..."

"Play the piano?" Cheng Boyan looked at him.

"I didn't tell you," Xiang Xi sat upright, "I can't tell whether he plays the guitar or the guzheng. Anyway, when we went to Yunshui Fanxin last time, wasn't there another guitar next to the old man? It was him."

"Oh, that's the guqin, not the zheng." Cheng Boyan said.

"Can you still distinguish this?" Xiang Xi was a little surprised. "I wanted to ask, but I was too a layman and didn't have the nerve to ask."

"Just look at your hands. You don't have to wear anything on your fingers," Cheng Boyan smiled, "Your senior brother is quite... elegant."

"Well, it's quite stylish." Xiang Xi responded, remembering what happened before: "Hey, I even burned his hand."

"I haven't asked in detail yet, why is it hot?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"Old man Lu, I made the cake but didn't wash my hands. I touched the pot handle with oil. As soon as I picked it up, it slipped and poured Hu Hai's hand!" Xiang Xi felt very depressed as soon as he said it, "Why don't the old man wash his hands!"

"Is it called Hu Hai?" said Cheng Boyan.

Xiang Xi glanced at him: "I found that your focus will be off the line tonight."

"Is that true?" Cheng Boyan thought for a while, "Yes, why don't the old man wash his hands!"

When she got home, Xiang Xi put the tea in the cabinet: "Master gave me some more tea, but I haven't finished drinking the last time."

"Go to buy a tea set," said Cheng Boyan, "making tea at home."

"No, just take a cup and drink it," Xiang Xi said. "It's too wasteful to buy tea sets. Any set will cost hundreds of dollars."
Chapter completed!