"That's it, that's it!
Exactly, that's it!
”Brutus nodded again and again, his emotions were irrepressibly excited, and he even took the initiative to stand up, raised his right hand towards Holden, and came to celebrate with a high-five, as if he had found a confidant.Robben, who was sitting between Brutus and Holden, was a little restrained, always feeling as if he was an outsider, but then he saw Ray Peters, who was sitting opposite, rolling his eyes in a broken way, as if he was complaining about Brutus, and Robben also felt a little funny.At this time, afternoon tea and bassweet bread were just served, and Hordon's eagerly awaited Ampleing still needed to wait for a while.Horden immediately leaned forward expectantly, and used the knife and fork that came with him to cut the sweet bread, and the hot honey butter flowed slightly.Cut a small piece and put it into your own plate, and then use a fork to put it into your mouth, the dense and delicate taste with a little chewiness, you can faintly feel the strength of hand-kneading dough, and the slightly elastic taste is spread out in the faint sweet fragrance, which makes people can't help but close their eyes and enjoy it slowly.Goo-goo-goo.Brutus picked up the teapot and poured a small bowl of tea into everyone's cups, and then he could detect Hoden's gaze."
Taste it, it's one of Iwabuchi's specialties, and although its reputation can't be compared to that of Golden Satin Beer, it's also a very rare and rare thing."
Brutus noticed Holden's expression when he tasted the sweet bread of Bath, and his eyes couldn't help but have a little anticipation, and he took the initiative to recommend it to Holden."
Milk and sugar?"
Thunder Peters sat up straight as well, pushing the milk jug and sugar jug towards the center, and asked Robben.Hordon didn't pay attention to it - as a child who grew up in a water town in southern China, although Horden did not have an in-depth study of tea, there is no doubt that tea needs to taste the original taste; When milk and sugar are added, the flavor loses its original texture.As for milk tea, it's another matter.Holding the teacup, Horden carefully looked at the golden and transparent thick tea soup, the curling fragrance lingered under the wings of his nose, and the faint cold penetrated into the smoke.At the entrance of the tea soup, when you drink it for the first time, you can faintly taste a faint sweetness on the tip of the tongue, neither the richness of the fruity aroma nor the heaviness of cinnamon, the strength and thickness are disappointing, lower than expected; But after savoring and swallowing, the tip of the tongue is filled with a touch of honey like smoke, the original elegance comes to the nose, and the fresh freshness is deep layer by layer, like the damp water vapor of the rain over the flowers.Take a second sip, after the rain, the fresh floral fragrance will penetrate into the tea leaves, just like the first ray of sunlight falling on the snow lotus on the cliff in the cold winter morning, the crystal clear dew carries the cold of the harsh winter and the dryness of the sun, and the faint but rich taste rises layer upon layer.However, before I had time to taste it, the tea soup had already fallen into my stomach, leaving a lingering aftertaste in my throat, and people couldn't help but take a third sip.But I found that the tea bowl had bottomed out, and the indescribable regret and loss went around my fingertips, and I couldn't help but fold it up, and I held the tea bowl tightly, and the sunlight that fell on the snowlotus petals disappeared, and after the petals withered, only a trace of vicissitudes and depression remained, and the vitality dissipated."
The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds.The forest shows that the darkness is dark, and the twilight in the city is cold. ”Involuntarily, this poem came to mind, which is the poem of the Tang Dynasty poet Zu Yong's "Looking at the Remaining Snow in Zhongnan Mountain", but at this time it is the most beautiful praise used to describe the taste of tea soup.Now Holden can finally understand why this bowl of tea soup is named "January Ember", "The embers left on the tea leaves in the cold winter are not dispersed, cold and piercing, snow-capped, but it makes people reluctant to give up, cold and cold, indifferent but intense." ”Raising his eyes, Holden could see Brutus' expectant eyes, and couldn't wait to ask, "How is it, how do you feel?"
Need to add milk and sugar?
”Hodden said categorically, "Of course not.January Ember is such a poetic and zen-like tea soup that it doesn't need any embellishment at all, everything else is superfluous. ”"Look!
See!
I told you!
”Brutus shouted excitedly at Thunder Peters, because he was too excited, his voice was a little loud, and a lot of eyes were projected around him, but Brutus didn't care at all, he still shook his head proudly, and he didn't look like a noble son at all.Thunder Peters' right hand holding a small spoon of honey couldn't help but pause, his eyes raised slightly, looked at Holden, then at Brutus, then rolled his eyes, and said impatiently, "If I like it!"
What do you care about me?
”"I just can't bear to see you spoil your food!"
Brutus said with a heartache on his face.This time, it was Holden's turn to raise his right hand and give Brutus a high-five.Robben silently complained, "Do you need to switch places with me?"
”Brutus laughed happily and patted Robben on the shoulder, only to be glared at by Robben with disgust, and then took his right hand back in disgust, and then remembered something, and said excitedly to Hoden, "Do you also have a study of poetry?"
”Holden, the "......" answer is no.No, Robben cut to the point, "My mother loves poetry very much, she loves poetry and recognizes that poetry is an intangible cultural heritage, but Samuel wants to be a poet, but his mother severely reprimands him, she asks Samuel to become a ......
Lawyer or accountant. ”Robben shrugged his shoulders slightly, "I admit, we all need to live, and both lawyers and accountants are better off finding jobs.But the mother did not see the real Samuel. ”Although he didn't know who Samuel was, Ray Peters excitedly joined the conversation, "So did your mother use a big stick?"
”Robben glanced at Ray Peters with a speechless face.Hodden said quietly, "Do you need me to go out and find a big stick now?"
”Thunder Peters was directly choked and spread his hands, "At least, your parents are willing to talk, whether they want to or not, they have listened to your thoughts; However, if I mentioned that I wanted to be a painter, my father would have swept me out of the house immediately. ”After thinking about it for a moment, Thunder Peters shook his head again and said, "No, I should be beheaded in the square. ”"Look, that's what we call a stick!""
I also know that it will be very difficult to survive on poetry or painting, but my point is, why can't our parents give us a chance to try, just arbitrarily decide the outcome, and then ask us to follow the path they have set for us?"
”"We'd rather hit our heads and bleed, and then come back to review and regret it, because this is youth."
Hoden raised the corners of his mouth and said unhurriedly.The three of them looked at Horden in unison, and Thunderpeters' eyes widened, and the first one raised his voice and said, "Yes!
That's the right answer!
This is youth!
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