I listened to my sister's words today.

Yun Yiruo's face was full of anticipation, and her eyes were as bright as two little stars.

But the old man was hesitant to do anything. He looked down at the tea leaves in his hand, his face full of reluctance.

This tea was unexpectedly good, he even thought it was better than his treasured Da Hong Pao!

Wouldn't it be a waste if I soak this small packet now?

"What are you standing there for? The kids are about to have their tea!"

Seeing this, the old lady nudged the old man with her elbow and said, "Hurry up and make some tea! Try this delicious tea."

The old man finally came to his senses and carefully put the tea bag into his pocket: "Children like sweet things, why not drink flower tea today!"

Yun Yiruo refused and protested in a delicate voice, "I want to drink uncle's tea! Uncle's tea smells better than scented tea!"

The old lady glared at the old man in disapproval: "Did you hear that? Go and soak it!"

"Really? Why would you accept it if you don't want to drink it?"

The old man sighed and touched the tea bag, feeling distressed.

He muttered, "Oh, this tea is better than my precious tea! Once I brew it, it's gone!"

The old lady couldn't help laughing and scolding after hearing this: "Why are you so distressed? If I don't give it to you, you won't even be able to smell it!"

"Hurry up and take out that precious tea set you've been treating like a treasure. It's the only way to make this tea worthy of this!"

Urged by the old lady, the old man scratched his head helplessly and had to turn around to get his beloved tea set.

Seeing the reluctant look, Yun Yiruo smiled secretly.

The two of them quickly walked to the tea cabinet.

It was an ancient tea cabinet, with a wooden frame interwoven with transparent glass, and exquisite carvings faintly visible around the cabinet door.

The texture and details on each wooden board seem to have been polished over a hundred years. The carvings are exquisite and the lines are smooth, as if lifelike birds are perched on them.

Stretch out your fingers and touch the carvings, feeling every tiny ups and downs and bends, and feel the heaviness of this tea cabinet, as if every inch of its wood is telling a story of the past.

"Uncle, this tea cabinet looks so old. It must be quite old, right?"

"The glass was added on top. Was that added later?"

"yes"

The old man smiled, with memories in his eyes.

"This was a gift from the highest official of the dynasty a long time ago. Originally, it was made entirely of wood, but after hundreds of years, it couldn't withstand the damage of time, so these glass panels were added."

He slowly took out a set of crystal clear glass tea sets from the cabinet, and each cup in his hand exuded a subtle luster.

"The most important official in the dynasty?"

"So, was this house also once a gift from the imperial court?"

The old man laughed, as if he heard an interesting question. He stopped and looked out the window in the distance. At that moment, his gaze seemed to travel through the long river of history and trace back to that glorious era.

"Hahaha, of course, how could there not be? This place is so close to the flagpole. Back in the day, this was the most favored place."

"How about I take you to see a flag-raising ceremony tomorrow?"

Yun Yiruo scratched his tail, full of confusion: "Grand flag-raising ceremony? I've only seen it online. What does it look like?"

The old man raised the corners of his mouth slightly and gently placed the tea set on the wooden table.

"The grand flag-raising ceremony is on the first day of every month, and the scale of the flag-raising ceremony is much larger than on ordinary days."

“On weekdays, there are only 36 people in charge, but on the day of the grand flag-raising ceremony, the number will increase to 96.”

"Wow, yeah yeah!"

"But you have to go to bed early tonight and get up before sunrise tomorrow."

"Ugh?"

"Why are you getting up so early?"

"Isn't there a fixed time?"

"Haha, of course not."

The old man laughed.

"The flag must be raised at sunrise, with the flag rising slowly in the first rays of the morning sun.

"Then you will understand what true majesty and grandeur are."

“When the flags are lowered at sunset, the ceremony is complete.”

My mother-in-law walked to the table with the freshly boiled water.

"It's the first of every month, and neighbors who live nearby will get up early to see it."

The old man took the kettle, turned his wrist, slowly tilted the spout, and poured the water into the tea set. His movements were not hurried at all, but light and smooth.

Every detail reveals the rigorous attitude towards the tea ceremony.

"Oh, what a pity, what a pity."

The old woman sitting next to Yun Yiruo couldn't help but say, "What a pity! You're the only one who's so particular about drinking tea."

After hearing this, the old man slowly raised his head, his expression serious, with a hint of uncompromising persistence in his eyes: "You don't understand, this is called the rules."

He paused slightly, as if waiting for a rebuttal, or as if he was talking to himself.

Then tear open the tea bag and pour it into the exquisite small brewing bowl.

Seeing this, the old woman seemed a little impatient: "Come on, come on, behave yourself."

He waved his hand, a hint of smile on his face, as if he wanted to break the silence, or as if he was used to this slow pace.

The old man poured the tea into the fairness cup, then divided the tea in the fairness cup into two parts and poured them into two small cups.

This whole set of complicated operations left Yun Yiru stunned, with her eyes wide open, as if she was watching a mysterious ritual.

I couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow! That's amazing."

But I just thought the technique was pretty cool. As for the brewed water and tea leaves, I wasn't that interested. Especially the tea leaves he brewed, which looked just like boiled leek leaves.

The two old men looked at the tea and involuntarily moved closer.

He took a sip, his eyes filled with amazement. "Good tea, it really is good tea!"

The old lady sighed softly, her voice trembling slightly, as if she was savoring a rare work of art.

Yun Yiruo was very curious: "I want to smell it too, I want to smell it too!"

The old lady handed the tea leaves over with a smile, her tone full of pampering: "Come, smell it."

Yun Yiruo took the tea leaves and cautiously lowered her head to approach them. Hot air hit her face. Holding her breath, she placed her nose close to the tea leaves, and a familiar yet unfamiliar aroma filled her nostrils.

The more I smell it, the more bland it seems, and it feels no different from its usual appearance.

This action made the two old people laugh out loud.

The old man's brows relaxed and he laughed, "Hahaha, that's not how you smell it."

“Smell the lid, not the tea leaves!”

The tone contained both the kindness of an elder and a hint of laughter.

In the middle of the living room, there is a small tea table with two old people and one child sitting around it, creating a unique picture.

The old man picked up a teacup, looked at the color of the tea carefully, and took a sip.

After a while, his expression became serious, and he muttered to himself, "This tea has a mellow aroma without being greasy. It's not overly sweet, but it's clean and refreshing at first."

Although Yun Yiru didn't understand, she felt it looked very impressive. She imitated the old man's actions and took a sip carefully.

Uh... generally not as good as tea drinks~