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[Merit: eight thousand six hundred and thirty-one]

Inside the Tower of Merit.

Looking at the remaining merit that was reduced by three thousand, Ouyang Rong sighed lonely.

After all, I couldn't hold back my hand.

The main reason is that I can't help but be curious about what this blessing worth three thousand merits is.

"What if it is something useful for controlling floods? A sharpened knife will not waste time chopping firewood, right? In addition, if some life-saving blessing is missed, it will be a disaster."

Someone muttered: "If your merit is gone, you can save it again, but if your life is gone, it is really gone."

Laughing to death is actually just self-comfort.

Standing under the fortune clock that has been filled again and is too lazy to move a finger.

Ouyang Rong wandered around, touched his chin and analyzed:

"Three thousand merits. Last time I picked up a Vera, it cost me a thousand merits and five buckets of rice. This time it won't be another big Vera, right? I'm laughing so hard, I don't have a single coin left on me."

"Well, from past experience, every time a new blessing comes, there should be an introduction. Looking back now, the introduction to the last blessing should have been when my junior sister informed me to go to the Kou Ma Shop to pick a personal maid. I seemed to be muttering at that time

It's all very cheap.

"Last time, the underground palace blessing was a four-character stone carving in the shadow of the lotus pedestal.

"What about this time?

"What am I doing before the blessing comes?

"Eating spicy food... gave all the coins he had to four homeless people... mistakenly recognized the wrong person... helped the junior sister buy the tabloids... Oh, and brought Su Dalang to fool around...

"The new blessing comes from these things?"

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and thought about it carefully.

Trying to figure out some logical rules of merit tower.

It's like a wrongdoer who receives a call from a stranger late at night, trying to figure out which ex-girlfriend the familiar drunken voice on the other side of the phone belongs to.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly felt that something was wrong with the outside world.

Why is someone turning him over?

Ouyang Rong was so frightened that he quickly left the merit tower and returned to reality. When he opened his eyes, he could see clearly behind the scenes.

He couldn't help but hold on to the loosened belt, frowning and silently asked:

"What are you doing? Didn't I ask you to make tea?"

"Sir, I'm worried that you won't feel comfortable wearing your clothes, so I want to help you take off your coat."

"Then why are you turning over me?"

"I want to put a blanket on the couch."

"What are you doing with a blanket underneath? What does this have to do with tea ceremony?"

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will get wet later."

"You make tea and wet the bed?"

"I'm afraid that the young master will get wet."

"Don't worry, my hands are very steady and I won't spill it. You go make tea quickly, don't waste time just thinking about being lazy and slipping."

And as for the expensive tea, one sip of it will make you feel distressed even if you take a sip.

Ouyang Rong frowned, sighed, turned around, and sat down again.

"But……"

"But what? In two quarters of an hour, you, a tea master, have to come up with some tricks, right?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her.

Cui'er's face looked a little resentful, and she returned to the stage and fiddled with the tea set.

Ouyang Rongsi looked inside the room, and after making sure there was no other movement, he let out a breath.

In addition, while I was watching the tea ceremony by Master Gaoguan, I was actually waiting for good news in my heart.

However, according to the last experience, it seems that the blessing may not be effective immediately, or it may be effective immediately, but it does have a gestation period when it is finally fed back to him.

Ouyang Rong had some expectations in his heart, but soon he saw the operation of a professional tea artist in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Just by putting the tea cake into the cauldron, two mouthfuls of Vera were spilled out.

Just a simple method of making tea, not to mention letting her boil the tea for three times and even the second boil...

Chawon, right?

Blood pressure is up.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.

In his previous life, he had participated in a tea ceremony club when he was in college, and he liked to play with tea and coffee on weekdays. In this life, Xie Xun, a teacher at the academy, was a tea lover, and he followed behind and became even more proficient in it.

This way,

Ouyang Rong made a serious face:

"Can you do the tea ceremony?"

Cui'er raised her charming face and said:

"Ah, I know how to do it, very...very well."

After saying that, she glanced at the handsome young man in front of her with a little resentment.

She is indeed very good at tea ceremony, but the young master does not cooperate with her to practice it properly.

"You know how to hammer."

"..."

The next second, before she could react, Cui'er staggered and was pushed to the side by someone inexplicably.

Her little mouth opened slightly:

"Sir, what are you..."

"Step aside, I'll come."

Ouyang Rong's face was expressionless. He couldn't stand it anymore. He took over the tea set and the teapot, and began to skillfully clear the bowl and scoop out the tea...

Cui'er was stunned.

"Tea and water utensils need to be the best of all four... This is called roasting tea before making tea. You just boiled it without roasting it. Which teacher taught you this?"

Someone asked without raising his head.

"..."

She was speechless.

But this is just the beginning.

"Listen, it boils like fish eyes and makes a slight sound. This is called a boil. Do you hear it clearly?"

"Listen, slave... listen clearly."

"Look here, the edge is like a spring of water. It's a second boil. Do you see it?"

"Look... I saw it."

"Look carefully... the roaring waves are the third boil. This is to prevent the water from boiling. You have to add the ladle of water scooped out at the second boil to stop it from boiling. This is called Yuqihua, and this tea soup is

It’s done! Do you understand?”

"I understand, I understand..."

She looked at the customer in front of her who was giving her a hands-on demonstration.

Cui Er, the top tea artist on the third floor who has always been highly praised for her tea ceremony skills, was dumbfounded.

"Do you understand what it means? Do you understand or not?" Ouyang Rong frowned and was very strict.

"I understand, I understand." Cui'er nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, then you can do it too." He nodded.

"...!!"

Just as Cui'er was shrinking her neck and hands nervously in front of the stern-faced master, and making tea cautiously and clumsily, the sound of the door opening next door suddenly came from outside.

"Hmm? Two-quarters of an hour has not come yet, why did Ashan come out..."

Ouyang Rong stood up out of curiosity, temporarily letting go of a certain top tea sommelier who was crying without tears, and went to open the box door.

Sure enough, it was Liu Ashan.
To be continued...