Everyone was stunned as soon as she said this. Who could have imagined that at this moment, she actually took the initiative to point out that she was not good at tea ceremony, and even seized the opportunity at this time to take the words of the talented lady and her. , Even asked to learn. All the ladies were stunned, and Mrs. Mo was the first to come back to her senses.
"Eldest sister, second sister, several younger sisters, what do you think?" Madam Mo asked the ladies.
"Sanmei, she is so modest and easy to learn, then you can teach her." At the moment, the eldest aunt was the representative, and she spoke.
Immediately, Madam Mo also got up, she came to Song Qiyue's side and knelt down.
Madam Mo did not change her clothes. She was dressed in an elegant suit, and when she was sitting on her knees, she was dignified and polite.
"In July, the first step of tea art, now we begin to thank Jingshou." Madam Mo said by the side.
"Yes, mother." Song Qiyue answered.
So Madam Mo got up, Song Qiyue also got up, and all the ladies also stood up.
"Thank you for cleaning hands." Sister Jiang shouted from behind.
The ladies all stood up one by one and lined up neatly. Madam Mo bowed first, followed by Song Qiyue. Both parties bowed in salute and began to clean their hands and burn incense. The maid held a basin of water. Madam Mo and Song Qiyue cleaned their hands first, and the ladies also cleaned their hands in turn.
"Incense." Sister Jiang shouted again after washing her hands.
Mrs. Mo stayed there, and the maid put on the incense burner. She said, "Light incense."
Song Qiyue picked up the fine incense, and took the hand of the maid to light the incense burner. One of the two incense burners was placed on his table, and the other was placed on the middle cases by the maid.
"Take a seat." Sister Jiang said again, and everyone sat down slowly.
"In July, the fragrance of tranquility is indispensable in tea culture." Madam Mo said again.
"Yes, I see, mother." Song Qiyue replied.
This incense, in addition to adding mood, is also conducive to alleviating the atmosphere, increasing the atmosphere of peace, and calming the mind.
"The second step of tea art shows tea sets." Madam Mo continued.
Song Qiyue sat on one side and watched the maid take out the utensils one by one. Sister Jiang said, "Miss, these are tea utensils, tea rules, teaspoons, tea drains, tea lotus, these are tea arrangers, tea clips, tea spoons, tea needles. , Tea paddles. These are tea seas, tea cups, and fair cups."
The maid had taken a plate of tea sets, one end for the ladies to admire, and another plate below.
"The tea tasting device has tea cups, smelling cups, cups and saucers."
"Tea trays, tea boats, slag cubes, water cubes, polyester cubes, tea towels, etc. These are tea washers."
"There are also water boilers, incense burners, and tea trays."
Sister Jiang said one by one, Song Qiyue also listened carefully. Just stopped all the way, and started to marvel. It has long been known that tea art is an art of profound learning, who would have thought of such small details.
"July, after seeing the tea set, how do you feel?" Madam Mo asked.
Song Qiyue looked at the dazzling array of tea sets, and she said intently, “There are always many tea sets, but the tea sets for tasting tea don’t have to be complicated and complicated. The most important thing is to comprehend calmness from the tea ceremony.”
"The third step of tea art is to wash and warm the cup and smoke the cup." Mrs. Mo then said.
"Wash the cup." Sister Jiang said afterwards, and the maid brought the tea tray.
Mrs. Mo's slender fingers held the tea clip, and then the tea clip gently clamped the tea cup, which was put into boiling water and rinsed.
"Wen Cup." Sister Jiang shouted again.
Mrs. Mo held the teacup next to the boiling water and heated it, and Sister Jiang continued to shout, "Smoked the cup."
Finally, Mrs. Mo put the tea cup in front of the incense burner to fragrant and calmly said, "You come again."
"Yes." Song Qiyue answered, and came here one by one in order. As the protagonist of today's tea art show, she wanted to make tea for the eight ladies present, so the cups were warmed one by one, and they were smoked one by one. aroma.
"The fourth step of tea art, make tea." Madam Mo said slowly.
Song Qiyue looked down, she looked at Madam Mo after doing it one by one, Madam Mo said, "July, you come."
"Yes." Song Qiyue also did what Madam Mo had just done. She took the tea leaves with a teaspoon and put them into the tea stove.
"Smash it." Madam Mo exhorted again.
"Yes." Song Qiyue gently smashed the tea leaves, and Madam Mo asked, "Do you know why you want to mash it?"
"Mother, I think it is to make the tea more delicate and delicious after brewing." Song Qiyue replied.
Madam Mo slightly moved her jaw and continued to signal her to move. After mashing all the tea leaves, pour boiling water into the tea, and everyone quietly waited for the tea soup to make.
After a while, the maid fetched the teapot, and Madam Mo gently rinsed the teapot with blooming water on the teapot, then turned on the tea stove, filled the teapot with the teapot, and poured as much water as possible.
"Yes."
I saw Mrs. Mo gently swept the pot with the lid, the tea soup poured down the pot body, then covered the lid, filled the tea soup, and poured it again, "This is a three-flooded pot."
"Yes."
"The fifth step of tea art, Mingxiang is handed over by the wall to pass the incense." Madam Mo poured the water from the teapot into the teacup and covered the smelling cup on it. She asked after the tea, "Do you know why it is shaking? Teacup?"
"Mother, I don't know."
"It's to make the fragrance of tea and the fragrance of tea better blend together."
"Yes, I understand."
"The sixth step of tea art, tea tasting." Madam Mo made an elegant tea tasting, and the ladies did the same.
Everyone looked up at Song Qiyue again, and saw that Song Qiyue had already poured the cup of tea for herself.
The cup of tea arrived in Song Qiyue's hands. She smiled slightly. She also held the cup with her left hand and covered the cup with her right hand. She shook it on her chest three times together, quietly smelling the fragrance. Then she raised a cup with both hands to smell the fragrance, held it in front of her nose, and twirled and smelled the tea gently.
She moved gently, not hurriedly or slowly. She raised the tea cup with both hands, took a sip, then put it down and lifted it three more times. Song Qiyue drank lightly, just three sips, no more, and no big sips, sips carefully.
Everyone saw her actions like this, although they were childish and unfamiliar, they were already pretty. And her composure, from the beginning, to this moment, is still the same. Sitting next to Mrs. Mo, there was no sign of retreat, it was as if a mother was teaching her daughter.
"Taste three teas, taste bitter and astringent, taste sweet, and have a fine aftertaste." Madam Mo whispered.
"Yes."
Everyone had tasted tea, and the tea art ended in a calm and peaceful atmosphere, Mrs. Mo said, "The last step of the tea art, the host and the guest return the gift."
Finally everyone stood up, stood in a row and saluted, the host and the guest returned the gift and thanked the tea together.
After a complex and detailed process was completed, Song Qiyue sat sideways and saluted Mrs. Mo, "Thank you mother for teaching me tea art today. I will continue to study in the future."
Mrs. Mo gave a faint "famous", Song Qiyue turned her body sideways again, and saluted the ladies, "Auntie, this is my first time learning tea art, and the skills are unfamiliar. Please also advise."
"It's also rare that you, a child, have studied so patiently, and you can strengthen it later."
"With your mother, you will be superb in the future."
"Work hard."
The ladies said so, Song Qiyue smiled, "Yes, thank you very much."
After that, everyone started chatting casually again. Song Qiyue sat next to Mrs. Mo, and she remained sitting.
After this round of tea art was over, Steward Zhao came in and said, "Madam, ladies and ladies, it's time for dinner."
"Then go to the restaurant together." Madam Mo smiled and everyone was leaving together.
"July, you go and change your clothes." Madam Mo gave another order, and Song Qiyue said, "Yes."
Sister Jiang took Song Qiyue to change back to her clothes and watched her husband leave with a smile. Song Qiyue immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled and said, "Sister Jiang, thank you just now."
"Miss, you're polite." Sister Jiang regained her usual rigidity again, "Go change your clothes."
Back in the dressing room, her cheongsam was hung on the screen intact, but Sister Jiang said, "Miss, Madam is afraid that you will accidentally lose the Heart of the Sea, so I will keep it with Madam for the time being today. "
Is this to take back the family heirloom? Song Qiyue didn't say much at this time, just replied, "It's okay."
"Then I'll go out first." Sister Jiang backed out.
Song Qiyue smiled and watched her turn around to close the door. She sighed, only that this afternoon was really hard. She didn't have time to rest, so she immediately took off her clothes and was about to change back to cheongsam. But suddenly, someone knocked on the door, "Wait! I'm still changing clothes!"
Unexpectedly, when someone outside heard this, he just broke in!
Song Qiyue was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to look away, but saw that it was Mo Zhengyan, and he walked in!
Song Qiyue was taken aback, relieved again, but also embarrassed, "I'm changing my clothes, what are you doing in here."
Mo Zhengyan closed the door, he did not go forward, just leaned on the door and looked at her with a smile, "I'll be with you."
"Who wants you to accompany." Accompany her? See her changing clothes? Song Qiyue gave him a glance.
"It's going to have dinner, everyone is waiting, it's okay to be late." Mo Zhengyan reminded her when she saw her motionless.
Song Qiyue was angry and didn't care anymore. She turned her back and took off her clothes, and put on a cheongsam in front of him. But when he took off his clothes, he walked over, hugged her from behind, and Song Qiyue managed to win, "I'm going to be late!"
"How was it? Hmm?" he asked.
"Kneeling for more than an hour, spent more than an hour learning a new skill." Song Qiyue said.
"Tea art? Sister Jiang taught you."
"No." Song Qiyue shook her head.
"Is it my mother?" Mo Zhengyan asked her in surprise.
She smiled, "Good luck."
"She rarely teaches people." Mo Zhengyan also said, Song Qiyue stared, "Really? Then I'm really lucky! It just happened to be dangerous. Fortunately, your mother helped me out and was willing to teach me, otherwise I really want to. It's embarrassing."
"It seems that you get along well with her." Mo Zhengyan was relieved. He looked down and saw that her skin was smooth and fair, and he couldn't help bending over and kissing her shoulder gently.
"It should be considered a pass." Song Qiyue smiled, but he asked, "So confident?"
"That's! Ah!" Song Qiyue just answered his words, but he bit her shoulder, and she couldn't help but yell!
Song Qiyue pushed him away, Mo Zhengyan raised his head, "Hush, someone is still outside!"
"Then you still trouble me!" Song Qiyue was depressed, and Sister Jiang was still outside!
"Okay, change clothes quickly." Mo Zhengyan stopped teasing her, Song Qiyue quickly put on the cheongsam, "Zheng Yan, you pull the zipper for me."
Mo Zhengyan turned sideways and pulled the zipper for her, "Where is your necklace?"
"I'm afraid of losing it, so I put it away." Song Qiyue replied, and she took his hand and said, "Okay, let's go, I'm really late!"
...
The Mo’s restaurant is like a solemn church, with heavy dark golden curtains hanging down, and the long dining table. Even the tables and chairs are heavy. Song Qiyue was sitting in it. She really didn’t understand why the dining room. It will be such an atmosphere, so deep and solemn, rather than lively and lively. Mo Zhengyan sat beside her, he probed over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Are you sure we are not here to pray to God?" Song Qiyue asked softly.
Mo Zhengyan must, he smiled, "This is a restaurant for banquets, and usually meals are not here."
"Oh." No wonder.
Mo's dinner is very rich, with a combination of Chinese and Western, and everything, first of all, Western food, and the tableware is used as a set of five-star hotels. When everyone dines, the etiquette is elegant. Song Qiyue looked down, she didn't make any mistakes, every knife and fork were used correctly, and the chopsticks were also at the right height. She cut small pieces of steak, and there was no sound when she drank the soup. The back is always straight into a beautiful arc.
Everyone looked over, and for the bride who came unexpectedly, at this moment, they tacitly approved the table etiquette.
Didn't Jiang Jie never see Song Qiyue when she was eating, she was really taken aback now, it was clearly not the case.
Even Madam Mo was staring, and after her gaze was fixed, the deep congee slowly dispersed.
After the sumptuous dinner, everyone gathered in the side hall to chat about the daily routine. The topic occasionally revolved around Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue. The two responded with their partners, and it was very tacit.
"Zheng Yan, you haven't played the saxophone for a long time. Everyone is here today. Let's play one and listen to it." The second aunt suddenly saw the black piano placed in the side hall. The satin covers it. It's just that above the piano body, there is still a saxophone that is put on hold, and the silver tube is so bright that it has been wiped off.
"I haven't practiced for a long time, I probably won't." Mo Zhengyan smiled.
"Zheng Yan, your second aunt said so, let's go and play one." Madam Mo said.
"Yes, mother." Mo Zhengyan got up, "Second aunt, what song do you want to listen to?"
"Anything."
Mo Zhengyan got up and walked towards the piano. The butler had already picked up the saxophone and handed it to him respectfully.
Mo Zhengyan smiled and took it, holding his hand gracefully.
Song Qiyue smiled and looked at it. At this moment, I really never saw that Mo Zhengyan could actually play the saxophone. He saw his fingers fall flexibly on the button. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, in front of the piano, and only heard a melodious and slow sound of music coming from the saxophone, hovering in his ears.
Song Qiyue didn't know what song he was playing. She didn't know the saxophone, but she only found it so touching.
She had discovered it long ago, but at this moment she finally admitted.
Mo Zhengyan, he has a particularly nice profile face.