In the peony pavilion, two foreigners with blue eyes and yellow hair were sitting there. The man was about sixty years old, with most of his yellow and white hair falling off. He was fat, not tall, and his face was a bit scary white. The woman was only in her forties and was well maintained. It can be seen that she was also a beautiful woman when she was young, so she still had charm now. When she saw this woman, Ma Liu remembered a woman who had forced him down. The same blue eyes and yellow hair were of course much more beautiful and fierce than this woman.

After Maliu was taken to the Peony Pavilion by Xiaolan, Xiaolan stood at the door a little nervous. Maliu walked up to Mr. Coors openly and said in French very politely: "Hello, Mr. Coors, I am very honored to provide you with service. I am your loyal fan. My name is Maliu."

This time, Coors came to Shanghai to attend an international financial forum. After that, he suddenly wanted to come here to drink Chinese tea. Unexpectedly, the Xiaojiajia who had received him happened to be away today. No one in the plenary meeting could understand his words. This made him a little angry and depressed. Seeing Xiaolan bringing a boy back, he was a little impatient to wait and was about to scold him angrily, but he didn't expect that Ma Liuyi was extremely fluent in French. If he hadn't seen Ma Liu as a genuine Chinese, if he only listened to the voice, Coors would have mistakenly thought Ma Liu had grown up in Paris since he was a child.

Looking at Maliu in surprise, Coors asked, "Oh, young man, you speak French very well. What do you say? You are my fan. Oh my God, I heard it right. Do you know me? Although I have many fans all over the world, no one has ever said to be my fan in person. It really makes me so excited."

Xiaolan on the side was a little stunned and stared at Ma Liu with wide eyes. Like everyone in the club, she really didn't expect Ma Liu to be hidden. At this time, Ma Liu looked polite and gentlemanly, and spoke well and straightened her waist, which she had originally bent, which made her feel a brief loss.

Is this still Ma Liu? Xiaolan was wondering, and her heart started to tremble slightly.

Ma Liu smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Coors, I swear in the name of God that I did not lie. I am indeed your fan. I have read the book "Contemporary Finance" you wrote. The in-depth analysis of the stock market is a classic. I still treasure the books you wrote at home, such as "French Economy", "On the Stock Market", etc. I am very happy to meet you here."

After hearing what Ma Liu said, Coors was extremely happy. Although he was over 60 years old, he was really excited to meet an oriental man who admired him in a foreign land. He quickly turned his head to his wife and said, "Oh my god, my dear, did you hear it? He really read my book. I was so happy. I found that I fell in love with him now. Come here to have tea today is indeed the right choice."

In fact, Maliu has only been learning French for a few years, and it was also because of the French woman who was shocked in his life that she learned French. After being pushed down by that woman, the two of them were so wonderful. The woman spoke a lot of French, but unfortunately Maliu didn't understand a single sentence. So in order to understand the meaning of those words, Maliu bought some tapes and French books to study, and even went to the hospital as soon as he learned it. So a few years later, his French was much stronger than ordinary university teachers.

However, although Ma Liu admired the Coors in front of him, he was not a fan of him. He just slapped him in a series of flatteries at this time. Seeing the foreigner so happy, he felt proud. He turned to look at Xiaolan's surprised expression, and Ma Liu smiled and said, "Oh, Mr. Coors, do you want to come to drink our Chinese tea?"

"Yes, dear Mr. Maliu, I like you so much. I am very happy to meet you. Do you have Chinese tea here to drink?" Coors smiled.

Ma Liu nodded and smiled and said, "Of course, we have the most authentic Kung Fu tea here. Do you know Chinese Kung Fu tea?"

"Kung Fu Tea?" Coors looked surprised: "Oh my God, do you really have Kung Fu Tea here? Last time I went to Japan and had tea with a friend. He made Kung Fu Tea for me. He said that Japan's art is the best in the world. I didn't expect that I could drink Kung Fu Tea here."

Ma Liu was a little unhappy and smiled and said, "Oh, Mr. Cours, it seems that you have to try our Kung Fu tea. Tea ceremony is an art, and Japanese tea ceremony is also passed down from China. So when it comes to tea ceremony, of course, it is our Chinese tea ceremony that deserves the world's number one."

"Is this true?" Coors asked with his eyes blinking.

Ma Liu nodded and said, "Dear Mr. Coors, why don't you wait? I'll ask our staff to cook a pot of Kung Fu tea for you on the spot?"

Coors nodded repeatedly and said yes.

Ma Liu walked to Xiaolan, and the latter said with a confused look on his face: "What are you talking about just now? Are you talking so happily?"

"Oh, he wants to drink Kung Fu tea. You can arrange someone to help him make Kung Fu tea." Ma Liu said with a smile.

Xiaolan smiled and said, "Ma Liu, I don't know yet. You are really amazing when you are proficient in French."

"It's nothing." Ma Liu smiled proudly but modestly.

"Oh, Mr. Maliu, can you come here?" Coors shouted over there.

Maliu walked over and asked with a smile: "Dear Mr. Coors, I am arranging someone to come and make tea for you. Do you have any instructions?"

"That's right, can you make kung fu tea?" Coors said with anticipation.

Ma Liu said in a dilemma: "I can, but I rarely make it. We have professional tea brewing chefs here, and we have first-class tea skills."

"No, no, no, that's it. Young man, I have a very good impression of you. In your Chinese terms, this is called a matchmaking at first sight. I am very happy to be friends with you. When I arrived in Japan last time, that friend could chat with me while making tea. Can you make a pot of tea for me? Then chat with me, ok?" Coors smiled.

Ma Liu had learned to make tea with the old lame man for a few days before, and he happened to be interested in Kung Fu tea, but the old man never praised him, so he didn't know what his level was. Instead, he said in a dilemma: "This is a bit inconsistent with our regulations."

In a moment, Xiaolan had already walked over with a tea set, followed by a man in his fifties, wearing a gray robe and a towel on his shoulder, which was similar to the ancient waiter.

After setting up the tea set, Xiaolan was about to instruct the master to start making tea, but Couls said to his wife: "Oh, my dear, don't you know a little Chinese? Can you tell them? I want Maliu to help us make tea now."

The middle-aged woman wore a pair of glasses, smiled and said, "OK."

"You--Okay." The woman waved to Xiaolan on the side.

Xiaolan said nervously: "Hello, Madam, do you have any instructions?"

"I-want, can I let this guy have tea for us?"

When making tea, it is said to drink tea. This woman's Chinese language is indeed very bad.

But Xiaolan understood it and looked at Ma Liu with some embarrassment. The latter smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, you can decide for yourself."

"Madam, I'm sorry, I think our professional master has been brewing kung fu tea for decades. Maybe he will make better than Maliu. Don't you want to drink more authentic kung fu tea?" Xiaolan said tentatively.

Unfortunately, this foreign woman couldn't understand what Xiaolan was saying. She spread her hands. Coors on one side seemed to understand something and waved her hands directly: "no, no, no."

Then he pointed to the tea-making master and said no, and then pointed to Ma Liu on the side and said ok.

Xiaolan was a little embarrassed and looked at Ma Liu, not knowing what to do.

Ma Liu smiled and said, "Or let me cook tea."

"Can you make tea?" Xiaolan was stunned.

Ma Liu smiled and said, "I have learned it before, but I really don't dare to guarantee it."

"This!" Xiaolan frowned and looked at the Coors who were already a little angry. After all, she did not dare to offend the distinguished guests, so she had to say to Ma Liu: "If you don't let Master Wu wait here, if you have something you don't understand, ask him for advice."

The Master Wu, who was the one who was in charge of the tea, was invited by Master Ba who paid a lot of money from Taiwan. Seeing that Ma Liu was young, he was actually going to help with tea, a trace of worry and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Ma Liu cursed in his heart and looked down at the person, but smiled on his face: "Okay, Master Wu, just watch it. If I didn't do anything well, you should point it out in time. This is an international friend, the eighth master's distinguished guest. No matter what, he has to treat it well. If I look back, I will have to bear it."

Master Wu nodded, and Ma Liu smiled and said to Coors: "Dear Mr. Coors, then let me cook tea for you. But if you drink it later, it feels better than Japanese Kung Fu Tea, you can't think that our Chinese Kung Fu Tea is not as good as Japanese Kung Fu Tea. I just blame my tea art for being poor, because I am not professional after all."

"Okay, come on, you can sit down first!" The Coors looked at each other and asked Maliu to sit down with some expectations.

Ma Liu rolled up his sleeves first, sat down and started cooking tea.

Real Kung Fu tea is very particular, and one of the eighteen procedures cannot be missed. However, today the situation is different. The first procedure of "burning incense and calming" was saved by Ye Feng. He directly pointed out more than ten tea leaves on the tea tray to Kurs, and explained with a smile: "Dear Mr. Kurs, the way to brew kung fu tea in China is very particular. There are eighteen procedures. The first procedure is burning incense and calming, that is, burning sandalwood to create a peaceful atmosphere. I will save this procedure. Next, you have to choose a kind of tea. In our words, it is called Ye Jiagongbin. Now I will introduce the origin and characteristics of these teas..."

After hearing Maliu's introduction, Kurs stretched out his thumb and exclaimed: "Oh, young man, no no, no, I should call you Mr. Maliu, because we are already friends. It turns out that there are so many things to pay attention to in your Chinese tea ceremony. It's amazing."

Ma Liu smiled and waited for Kurs to choose tea while starting to boil water. When Kurs picked the tea, Ma Liu started with "Meng Chen's dripping", then "the oolong entered the palace", "hanging the pot and rushing high", "the spring breeze blows on the face", "washing the fairy face again"... Start cooking tea step by step.

From the time Ma Liu sat down, his aura became extremely serious and elegant, with skillful movements, and he explained all the good news. Of course, Xiaolan and Master Wu on the side could not understand these words, but they could see them. Seeing that Ma Liu was not only able to cook tea, but also so proficient, stars appeared in Xiaolan's eyes, and Master Wu on the side finally did not dare to underestimate Ma Liu anymore. The expression in his eyes gradually became admirable, and he quietly pulled Xiaolan aside.

"Xiaolan, this Ma Liu is really a security guard?" Master Wu asked with a frown.

Xiaolan nodded and said, "Yes, how did he get soaked? I think the technique is quite skillful."

After all, he worked in this club for a long time. Although Xiaolan couldn't make tea, she still learned from her husband a little bit of fur and said excitedly.

Master Wu sighed: "I may not be better than him."

Xiaolan was stunned: "No, he is better than you?"

Nodded, Master Wu walked out step by step. He really didn't need to be in charge here. Xiaolan stood at the door, watching Maliu make tea while listening to Maliu chatting and laughing with this famously difficult-to-treat distinguished guest. His heart was pounding and almost flying out of his chest.
Chapter completed!