Chapter 2317： At this point, tasteless is better than taste!

During the conversation, Zhang Xiaofan made a please gesture.

"hiss..."

With Zhang Xiaofan's permission, the expression on Qian Yuanjiang's face also became extremely solemn. He reached out and carefully took out a piece of tea from the wooden box.

Then, slowly close your eyes, put the tea in your mouth, and slowly realize the taste of Longjing tea ...

After a few seconds, if Qian Yuanjiang's body was struck by lightning, he immediately shook violently.

"Father, are you okay?"

Seeing that his father showed such an abnormal behavior, Qian Shengfu on the side was also anxious and quickly approached his father to support him, and some were uneasy to ask.

However, Qian Yuanjiang turned a deaf ear to his son's questioning at this time.

The expression on his face changed at this moment. He was sometimes excited, sometimes excited, sometimes intoxicated, and sometimes regretted.

After a long while, Qian Yuanjiang's eyes slowly opened his eyes, but at this time from the old eyes of Qian Qijiang, how inexplicable he was.

"Ganxiang is like a orchid. It is faint and unpleasant. It seems tasteless, but then it is too peaceful and permeates between the lips and teeth. It is really tasteless at this time.

When Qian Yuanjiang said these words, the expression on his face was solemn, and even at this moment his expression had a solemn taste.

After seeing this scene, Qian Shengfu on the side also looked at some distressed monks at this time.

He also reached out and gently squeezed out a piece of Longjing from the wooden box, learning how Qian Yuanjiang first put the tea into his mouth and savored it.

Then it became a little inexplicable, said.

"Father, is this tea really as exaggerated as you said? I taste a slice of dried tea and it is really strong.

And there is a hint of coolness at the entrance. In addition, there is no difference between the two and Longjing tea that we usually drink. "

"A cow chews a peony, violently destroys the heavens—!"

At this time, Qian Yuanjiang suddenly stood up from his chair and looked angrily at his grandson. What looked like alive was like directly seeing that the most precious thing in his heart that was regarded as a sacred creature was directly ruined. In the eyes of Qian Shengfu, there was a hint of sharpness.

"Father, what do you stare at me for? What am I saying right?"

"I really didn't notice any difference between Longjing tea and the tea we usually drink? Where is the exaggeration you said?"

Qian Shengfu was also aggrieved at this time, somewhat innocent, said.

"Discussing the tea ceremony with someone like you who has delved into Qian's eyes, this is just playing the piano against the cows !!!"

When Qian Yuanjiang said this, his tone also had a strong taste of iron and steel.

But thinking about it, for the time being, most of the intangible cultural heritage of Huaxia is also facing such a dilemma as to how the inheritance continues.

Just like now, Qian Yuanjiang and Qian Shengfu are the most typical example of father and son.

Qian Yuanjiang, who had impregnated the tea ceremony, hoped that his son Qian Shengfu would be just like himself, and he would also put all his life experience on the way of the tea ceremony ...