After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

Jiang Xinxin went downstairs and was surprised for a moment when she saw the exquisite box handed over by her aunt.

When she opened the box and saw the pastry inside which was as beautiful as a painting, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up, revealing a faint smile.

When Jiang Xinxin originally picked up one of the pastries and planned to put it directly into her mouth, it seemed that this was a bit reckless.

Jiang Xinxin happened to see a beautiful small porcelain bottle next to the box. She opened it and smelled it, and it seemed to be tea.

Jiang Xinxin didn't have much interest in tea, but thought it smelled good, so she boiled water and made a pot of tea.

Then the pastry was divided into various small portions.

At this time, Mr. Jiang was chatting and strolling with his friends.

"Mr. Jiang, good tea. It should be a new tea. I have never smelled the taste of this tea before. Just by the smell, I know it is absolutely top quality."

The guest Lao Yang is a well-known gourmet in C city, good food, good wine, good tea, and has a famous emperor's nose.

"Nothing can hide from your nose!"

Old Jiang hummed twice.

Lao Yang is familiar with Jiang Lao, and knows that he looks fierce, but in fact he is very good.

Lao Yang licked his face and leaned forward.

"Mr. Jiang, take me to taste it!"

Others may be intimidated by Mr. Jiang's serious appearance, but it definitely does not include Lao Yang, who has been in and out of Jiang's house all year round.

He hehe twice, leaning forward directly, no matter how scary his old face was, he began to act like a baby.

Mr. Jiang has nothing to do with him.

I really can't stand it.

He dragged Lao Yang all the way to find it.

I saw Jiang Xinxin lying on a beach chair in the yard on the roof.

On one side of Jiang Xinxin is the tea that is being boiled, and there is a beautiful box on the table.

"Xinxin."

"Grandpa, why are you here?"

Hearing Mr. Jiang's voice, Jiang Xinxin immediately got up and turned around, shouting with a smile.

"Uncle Yang."

Seeing Lao Yang behind Mr. Jiang, Jiang Xinxin was quite familiar with this Uncle Yang who often came and went to his house, and greeted him.

"Xinxin, your tea smells so good!"

Lao Yang went to the tea at the first time, wrinkled his nose and sniffed it, and a refreshing fragrance instantly hit his heart and lungs.

"However, you are too reckless. You are Chinese New Year green tea. The temperature of the tea is 85 degrees. You have boiled the water several times. The tea brewed in this way will have a slightly bitter taste."

"And this kind of tea must use spring water, why do you use the pure water at home, what a waste!"

Lao Yang looked at the tea and kept shaking his head, his face wrinkled in pain.

Jiang Xinxin: ...

"Xinxin, don't pay attention to him. When he sees good tea, it's like seeing his own son."

Old Jiang said angrily.

After Mr. Jiang said this, Lao Yang finally realized that this was in someone else's house.

This tea is also Xinxin's, and they can make it however they want.

He scratched his head.

A little embarrassed smiled at Jiang Xinxin.

"Xinxin, I'm sorry, I have an occupational disease, haha."

"Uncle Yang, it's okay."

Uncle Yang has been friends with the Jiang family for many years, so Jiang Xinxin naturally doesn't take it to heart.

"Uncle Yang, would you like a bite?"

Lao Yang clicked and nodded hastily.

Jiang Xinxin poured Lao Yang a cup of tea.

Lao Yang carefully brought the tea to his mouth and took a sip.

The entrance is slightly astringent, but it is quickly diluted by the sweetness and clearness later, the tip of the tongue is slightly tripped, and the articulateness remains fragrant.

Even after entering the throat, it is still sweet.

Good tea...

The heat of this tea is really just right, not too much, not too little.

"Uncle Yang? Uncle Yang?"

Looking at Lao Yang who was full of tears and looked like a fool, Jiang Xinxin couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Don't worry about him, that's what he does when he comes across good tea."

Old Jiang said angrily.

"Xinxin, do you have any more tea, can you sell me some?"

Lao Yang finally woke up from his intoxication, and said hastily.

"Not much. Uncle Yang, if you want, I'll give you some."

Jiang Xinxin picked up the small porcelain bottle on the side and said.

"Grandpa, try this pastry."

Jiang Xinxin picked up a piece of snack and fed it to Mr. Jiang.

"I don't like sweets."

Mr. Jiang frowned immediately and said.

"Grandpa, try it!"

Jiang Xinxin didn't wait for Mr. Jiang's reaction at all, and directly stuffed it into Mr. Jiang's mouth.

The green dim sum, when eaten in the mouth, is not so much a pastry, but more like a plant taste, crisp and refreshing, with a lingering aroma of bamboo leaves in the mouth, not as sweet as imagined, but just right all the time.

This taste is very special!

Maybe the first time I tasted it, I didn't think it was particularly amazing, but after a little more chewing, the moon set and the shadows cleared, and the bamboo leaves swayed.

The old man closed his eyes, as if he felt like he was in a bamboo forest.

"Grandpa, drink some tea."

After finishing the pastry, Mr. Jiang didn't refuse, picked up the tea in front of him, and took a sip.

The fragrance of tea is pleasant, and the bamboo leaf aroma that has just gradually faded away seems to explode in the mouth for a moment, and then returns to calm.

Now, Mr. Jiang couldn't help looking at the pot of tea in surprise.

This fit is really seamless.

"That little girl from Wei City did this?"

Mr. Jiang couldn't help asking.

"Grandpa, it's amazing, I guessed it right away."

Jiang Xinxin gave the old man a thumbs up.

Mr. Jiang let out a long sigh.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, this little girl is amazing!"

Not only the things she made, but also the proportion of taste, and on the basis of retaining the original ingredients, she has achieved the ultimate. Even if it is him, it is absolutely impossible to do better than this little girl.

There is also the endless creativity of this little girl.

Every time something is made, it still retains the oldest traditional characteristics of country A.

"Grandpa, this is the first time I've heard such a high evaluation from you!"

Jiang Xinxin couldn't help being a little surprised now, her father is so harsh.

Anyway, with so many disciples of her grandfather, she was always scolded bloody.

Lao Yang over there listened to the conversation between the two grandfathers and grandchildren, and his curiosity was instantly aroused.

"Uncle Jiang thinks the cake is delicious, Xinxin, can you give me a piece!"

Jiang Xinxin immediately pushed the bamboo cake that had just been cut over.

Lao Yang picked up the pastry and bit it down.

There is still a scent of tea in his mouth. When the bamboo scent of the pastry diffuses, it merges with the remaining tea scent in his mouth to form a more intense aroma.

"The skin of this bamboo cake should be sealed with fresh rice and bamboo leaves first, and then let the aroma of bamboo leaves penetrate into the rice, and then grind the husked rice, so the skin has the flavor of bamboo leaves. Fragrant, but without the earthy smell of bamboo leaves."

"This stuffing is made of several kinds of nuts, first dried and then ground into powder, then poured into fresh bamboo stalks, baked with a slow fire, and the aromas penetrate each other. In addition to the nutty aroma , will also bring bamboo fragrance.