Ancient times and modern times: The all-powerful princess cleans up the entertainment industry

Qi Zhou rested at home for a day and came to the Xing family compound the next day.

After knocking on the door, the Xing family’s housekeeper opened it.

When he saw it was her, his eyes widened slightly, then he greeted her warmly.

"Second Miss, why are you here? Madam Bai just left."

Qi Zhou paused and asked, "How long will it take for godmother to come back?"

The butler raised his hand to close the door and shook his head and replied: "I don't know."

Qi Zhou frowned slightly and continued walking inside.

I thought, since I'm here now, if I can't see Mrs. Bai, I'll go see Mr. Xing.

The housekeeper chased after her and reminded her, "Second Miss, Mr. Xing is in the main hall greeting guests. Do you want to go over there?"

The housekeeper was walking behind and didn't see Qi Zhou's lips trembling twice.

Then he said.

"Today's guest is the famous tea ceremony master of the Imperial Capital - Weng Changli.

"Nowadays, most of the tea industry in the country is controlled by the Weng family. He and Mr. Xing are close friends, and they are in the living room right now."

Qi Zhou, who was moving towards the lounge, paused.

Hearing this, he turned around.

Changed direction.

When she reached the door, she saw Mr. Xing sitting in the east seat of the lobby.

Another old man of similar age, with white hair combed back and a gentle face, was sitting on his left.

The two of them drank tea and had a quiet conversation.

When both of them stopped talking.

Qi Zhou raised her pink lips into a bright smile and walked closer.

"Grandpa Xing, long time no see, how are you?"

The two old men were interrupted by the sudden female voice and frowned in displeasure.

Old Master Xing narrowed his deep eyes full of traces of time and looked at the person who came.

After seeing clearly, the wrinkles between his eyebrows instantly relaxed.

Just when Mr. Xing was about to tell Weng Changli about adopting a granddaughter, the protagonist of the story appeared.

He smiled and stood up to greet her, muttering, "Girl, it's been a long time since you last came to see this useless old man since the last treatment. You have to stay at home for a few more days this time."

Qi Zhou walked forward quickly, holding his arm and walking back together, saying, "Okay."

I have nothing to do these days.

She planned to stay at the Xing family for two days and arrange the banquet that Mrs. Bai had mentioned before.

Weng Changli took a sip of the freshly brewed tea and asked, "Old man, is this your granddaughter-in-law?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Mr. Xing became unhappy.

A pair of wise and shrewd old eyes shot straight at Weng Changli and retorted:

"What nonsense are you talking about, you old man! This is my goddaughter Qi Zhou. Hurry up and make another pot of Purple Thunder Mist for Qi Zhou to taste!"

There was only helplessness in Weng Changli's old eyes. He reluctantly picked up the tools on the table and started to work.

He knew clearly how important the well-behaved girl in front of him was to Xing Boming (the old man of the Xing family).

Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked him to cook the purple thunder mist.

Not everyone can drink the tea he brews.

Purple Thunder Mist is the best tea of ​​the Xing family, and is usually used to entertain leaders of a higher level than Xing Boming.

Xing Boming turned to look at Qi Zhou again: "He is Weng Changli, he has opened several tea gardens, you can just call him Grandpa Weng, he is good at making tea, you can try it later."

A national first-class tea art technician who owns countless tea gardens.

Won the world-class tea art gold medal.

Director of the Tea Ceremony Association.

Weng Changli, the head of the Weng family who is known by everyone as the contemporary "tea art master", paused while making tea.

Gritting teeth.

He deliberately made some loud noises to vent his inner dissatisfaction.

Old Master Xing pretended not to hear and continued to chat with Qi Zhou about family matters.

Little did he know that Qi Zhou's whole heart was focused on the movements in Weng Changli's hands.

Her eyes followed his every move.

Mr. Xing stopped talking just as he was about to continue.

Seeing her eyes shining and her playful look of great interest, he had an idea in mind.

“Are you interested in tea?”

Qi Zhou nodded hurriedly.

When Weng Changli heard this question, he took the time to look at her.

Seeing that she really looked very interested, he smiled and greeted her: "Do you want to come and see?"

"it is good."

Qi Zhou was sitting at the side of the main hall, far away from the tea table.

She stood up and took two steps forward.

Thinking of Xing Boming, she turned back and helped him go over.

Xing Boming's face was full of relief.

This granddaughter and grandson are just different.

No wonder they say having a daughter is like having a warm and caring little cotton-padded jacket.

Although he doesn't have a daughter, he also feels the warmth of a little cotton-padded jacket.

Thinking back to my grandson.

All he had to give him was a pair of leaky shorts.

Qi Zhou carefully observed the movements of Weng Changli's hands, and suddenly frowned.

Then he boldly opened the microphone and stated what he thought was wrong and how to improve it.

Xing Boming originally wanted to stand in front of her to stop her, but gave up the idea when he saw that Weng Changli did not show any dissatisfaction.

He knew that Weng Changli was a good-tempered, patient person who was very dedicated to tea culture.

Whenever the younger generation asks for advice, he is always willing to share.

But he would never allow anyone to slander or disrespect tea culture in front of him.

At a large tea party before.

There was a man who did not know Weng Changli, or rather, many of the important men present at the time did not know him.

In order to enter the upper class society, he pretended to be knowledgeable about tea and talked for a long time, but he got several important steps wrong.

The more Weng Changli listened, the darker his face became. He immediately turned cold and corrected his words.

He didn't care who he came with and just ordered people to throw him out of the banquet.

In the end, the man and the person who brought him to the party were completely excluded from high society.

But when Weng Changli heard her proposal, his brows furrowed.

I thought about what she said, and after mentally planning it out, I took action.

After finishing it, his old eyes suddenly became brighter than before, and the look he gave Qi Zhou changed again and again.

After making the tea, the three of them sat back in their seats.

The two old men remained silent, waiting patiently for Qi Zhou to taste the cup of tea in his hand, the price of which could not be estimated.

Qi Zhou held the cup with both hands, took a sip, and savored it carefully in his heart.

Her serious and focused look made Weng Changli, a 60-year-old man who was fearless when it came to tea culture, feel anxious.

It was as if I was back to when I was a young boy, anxiously waiting for my master's evaluation.

Weng Changli laughed secretly, thinking that this idea was incredible.

Qi Zhou treated this cup of tea more seriously than ever before.

After tasting it, she looked straight at Weng Changli with her clear, satisfied and excited almond-shaped eyes.

The voice was filled with undisguised joy: "One drink clears my sleepiness, and my emotions are bright and clear all over the world. Another drink clears my mind, and it is like flying rain that sprinkles light dust. Three drinks and I will be enlightened, so why bother to get rid of my troubles?"

Qi Zhou used an ancient poem to express her attitude towards this cup of purple thunder mist whose price she could not estimate.

Hearing her words, the two old men's expressions instantly relaxed.

Then the three of them had an in-depth discussion on a series of issues related to tea, including tea leaves, tea sets, and tea brewing.

The Xing family's housekeeper brought some snacks for everyone to taste.

Xing Boming glanced at the housekeeper inexplicably, as if to accuse him with his eyes, "Why don't I have any snacks with my tea?"

Afterwards, Qi Zhou used her professional skills to brew a pot of the same purple thunder mist for the two old men to taste.

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