Chapter 233 (2/2)

The old man in grey was playing with a small stove and adding charcoal to the stove to make a fire. Li Mengting bowed respectfully and shouted, ”second uncle!”

The old man looked up at the speech, opened his mouth and just wanted to talk to Li Mengting, but when his eyes fell on me, he was obviously immediately attracted. The old eyes of Gu jingbubo were a little more excited. He took the towel next to him and wiped his hands. He stood up and said happily, ”you're here. Is this Chen Yu?”

”Yes,” Li Mengting beat me with her elbow at this time and whispered, ”this is one of the oldest elders of the Chen family. Although it doesn't matter now, he has a status and reputation in the Chen family. Call the second uncle.”

I think the old man is also surnamed Chen. He was still a family hundreds of years ago. He was an elder. It was nothing to call him second uncle, so he called second uncle to the old man gently and politely.

My uncle looked as like as two peas at the old man. He looked at his grandson, and the collector met the most precious antique. His eyes were filled with delight and excitement. His mouth murmured, ”like his father's youth, his eyes are very similar, and his charm is the same.”

I was confused and whispered to Li Mengting: ”sister Ting, do these two uncles have Alzheimer's disease? Can't he know my father? It's impossible. My father is an ordinary mud leg in the countryside. You upper class people can't know my father.”

”Don't be rude.” Li Mengting was very serious in front of the old man. She whispered to the old man, ”second uncle, you're a little out of style.”

The second uncle returned to his senses, nodded and said, ”I'm excited. I can't help being excited. Chen Yu, right? Sit down.”

There was a short tea table in the box. There were several puduns on the ground around. I knelt down on the pudun like Li Mengting according to the habits of the ancients. The second uncle smiled and cooked for us. He raised a charcoal fire and boiled water in a small red mud stove. While boiling water, he told me that this is the spring water taken from Qingyun Mountain. If you boil tea, the mountain stream spring water is the best, the clear river water is general, and the well water is the worst. If you boil tea with tap water, it will be a waste of tea.

The second uncle seemed to have a lot of research on the tea ceremony. He pointed to the water in the stove and said: ”Boiling is also very particular. There are three boils of water. One boils when the water is bubbling and there are small bubbles condensing at the bottom of the pot; the second boils when the small bubbles float constantly; the third boils when the water in the pot rolls violently. You must use the water in the second boils when boiling tea. When the third boils, the water will be old.”

The second uncle seemed to be a lonely old man. When he met his little grandson who came home from the summer vacation, he was very interested. He kept telling me his proud skills. At the same time, he quickly cooked the tea, divided the tea into cups, pushed one of the small cups to me, and said enthusiastically: ”Xiaoyu, this is my favorite Wuyishan Dahongpao, you have a taste.”

Under the gaze of Li Mengting, ghost hand and my second uncle, I stopped thirsty. I reached out to pick up a small blue and white porcelain teacup, opened my mouth and gulped down the tea. Then I murmured twice and said it was hot. Then I found that the three of my second uncle looked at me in amazement. They were like looking at a monster.

Li Mengting turned her charming eyes angrily and said angrily, ”it's really cow chewing peony, you guy. A little tea like this top Dahongpao costs thousands of yuan. Drinking tea is about tasting it carefully. Are you so rude?”

I was so embarrassed that my face turned red. I looked at Li Mengting's plain white cheongsam embroidered with peonies and said loudly, ”cut, the tea is still not for people to drink. I like cattle to chew peonies.”

I don't know why, Li Mengting, who was wearing a peony cheongsam embroidered, seemed to think of something. Her pretty face was also stained with red clouds. Her eyes were as beautiful as silk. Her eyes were shy. She bit her lips and scolded me: ”bull calf.”