Sitting quietly with Bai Chuxiaan and talking, Fang Yi felt a sense of peace and joy in his heart, the anxiety in the mysterious space, the tension in Myanmar, and the crisp voice of Bai Chuxia. Speaking about these family matters, Fang Yi felt an unprecedented comfort.

Although he advanced to the innate level in the Arctic ice cave, Fang Yi's mood was always covered with dust. At this time, Bai Chuxia's words were like rain, making Fang Yi's thinking and spiritual consciousness feel a sense of pleasure. It was not until this moment that Fang Yi realized that his cultivation had truly stabilized.

"What Master said about the world of refining the heart did not lie to me..."

Fang Yi remembered what the old Taoist priest said back then. In the words of the old Taoist priest, if you just practice Taoism in the mountains, you will never be able to enter the Tao. Only by going through hundreds of kalpas and being able to break through the love of life and death can you truly understand the true meaning of Tao following nature.

"Fang Yi, Fang Yi, what's wrong with you?" Just as Fang Yi was out of his mind, Bai Chuxia's shout suddenly sounded in his ears.

"It's nothing? I was stunned. Chuxia, what's wrong with me?" Fang Yi came back to his senses and saw a look of panic on Bai Chuxia's face.

"I...I don't know what's wrong with you."

Bai Chuxia shook her head in confusion and said, "I found that although you were sitting next to me just now, your whole body seemed to have disappeared. If my eyes could see you, I would really think you were gone."

"Did you have an illusion?"

Fang Yi smiled and grabbed Bai Chuxia's weak and boneless hand and said softly: "When I finish dealing with the matter in Jinling, we will get married, but let's first agree that I am an unemployed vagrant. I will be wherever you are in the future!"

"Who said he wanted to marry you?" Hearing Fang Yi's words that were not more than love words, Bai Chuxia, who had always been graceful, suddenly felt shy and quickly pulled his hand out of Fang Yi's palm.

"It's okay if you don't marry me, then I'll marry you." Fang Yi smiled and grabbed Bai Chuxia's hand again and said, "Anyway, no matter what, I will depend on you for the rest of my life!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything, you guys keep going." Wang Xiaojia's voice suddenly rang at the door. Wang Xiaojia, who covered his eyes with one hand, was clearly peeking at the two of them at their fingers.

"Stupid girl, if you want to see it, come in and see it."

Bai Chuxia's shyness will only be presented to Fang Yi, but she doesn't care much about others. "Hurry up and bring the tea in. My father is reluctant to drink this tea. After I brought it to Uncle Wang last time, there was not much left at home."

"My grandfather is also reluctant to drink it. If you hadn't brought your brother-in-law today, my dad wouldn't have taken it out." Xiaojia smiled and put a small bag of tea on the table, turned around and picked up a bucket of water placed in the corner of the room.

"Xiaojia, is this the water of Yuquan Mountain?" Bai Chuxia asked when she saw Xiaojia's actions.

"It's authentic mountain spring water. If my grandfather knew that I didn't use this water to make this kind of tea, I would scold me to death." Xiaojia stuck out his tongue and took the bucket out of the house.

"What Dahongpao, so particular?" Fang Yi picked up the tea bag on the table and put it on the tip of his nose. His face changed. "Early summer, is this Dahongpao produced by the mother tree in Wuyi Mountain?"

The reason why Fang Yi's face changed color was not because of the scent of tea at his nose, but because he felt a faint spiritual energy. The tea leaves in this tea bag actually contained a trace of spiritual energy in the world, which Fang Yi had never seen before.

"Hey, Fang Yi, you understand tea leaves too?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Bai Chuxia also looked surprised, "Yes, this is Dahongpao produced by the mother tree. My grandfather can only get a little bit in a year, and it's less than two taels. We can only drink a small cup during the Chinese New Year."

"I haven't told you, have I ever read the Tea Classic?" Fang Yi smiled proudly: "No matter what kind of tea, I can smell the origin of the year just by smelling it. This bag of Dahongpao should be the old tea picked three years ago. If you don't believe it, go home and ask grandpa."

He was joking with Bai Chuxia, but Fang Yi sighed in his heart that this Wuyi Mountain mother tree, which was highly praised by the old Taoist priest, is indeed beautiful. Although the spiritual energy it contains is so thin that it can hardly be sensed, it is already extremely rare for the earth today.

In Fang Yi's opinion, drinking this tea into his stomach is a waste. If there is a certain amount, Fang Yi will refine it into a pill, which will have a much better effect than drinking tea. The medicinal properties of this tea are probably not inferior to the medicinal materials on the medicine list prescribed by Fang Yi.

"I don't understand tea, but if you understand tea ceremony, grandpa will definitely like you. In his life, he only likes drinking tea and playing chess in his life."

Although I don’t know whether what Fang Yi said is true or false, Bai Chuxia still feels very happy. As long as half of what Fang Yi said is true, it will be able to please my grandfather. With the old man’s love for the tea ceremony, as long as Fang Yi can discuss it with him, he will definitely be liked by his confidant.

Before liberation, Bai Chuxia's grandfather was a famous young scholar in the capital. He was once a disciple of Gu Hongming, a master-level figure. He was well-versed in Chinese and Western learning. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he has always worked in the education department. Now many famous scholars and some officials in China come from the old man's disciples.

Mr. Bai doesn’t have many hobbies. In addition to playing chess, he likes to drink tea. Although his position before retirement was not very high, he was full of students all over the world. This is a big red robe for the Wuyi Mountain mother tree that Zhao Hongtao is extremely difficult to get. Mr. Bai can get a little every year.

"This tea is good, but don't drink too much."

Fang Yi nodded when he heard this. Although spiritual energy is a good thing for him, for ordinary people, if it absorbs too much, it is like a throat-sealing poison. However, a small amount of absorption is still beneficial to the human body.

"I don't want to drink too much. Look, Xiaojia will put at most three tea leaves for you later." Before Bai Chuxia could finish his words, Wang Xiaojia, who was carrying a pot of boiling water, walked in, "Sister Chuxia, you are talking bad about me again. Brother-in-law is here, and I will put five tea leaves this time!"

The Wang family not only has good cooking skills, but also has some research on tea ceremony. Although Wang Xiaojia, who has a family background, has a young age, but his actions when making tea are like flowing water, making people feel very comfortable to watch.

"Good tea!"

After drinking the poured tea in one sip, Fang Yi closed his eyes slightly. The thin spiritual energy was absorbed by him as soon as he entered his body, but the fragrance of tea still lingers on his lips and makes people want to taste it well.

"Does the young man know tea too?" An old man walked in from outside. He had heard outside that Bai Chuxia brought his boyfriend over, so although he felt a little distressed when he saw Da Hongpao on the table, he did not show it on his face.

"I understand a little bit." Fang Yi said without being modest, "I could recite the tea scriptures before I was ten years old. There are really not many tea leaves in this world."

"Oh? You must be able to say such big words."

Hearing Fang Yi's words, the old man's eyes lit up and walked to the table and stopped. Just when Fang Yi thought he was going to take some consideration, the old man poured himself a cup of tea and drank it into his stomach in one sip.

The old man squinted his eyes and savored the fragrance of tea in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Drink tea when you drink tea. Where does it come from? Brother Bai and I are different. I only know how to enjoy and not ask where the source is. If you look back, go to discuss tea ceremony with this girl's grandfather. He studies these things all day long."

When the old man first entered the door, Fang Yi knew his identity. This young man with rich clothes and food since childhood had a poor family background, but he was successful in his own skills. He really had a free and easy personality.

Bai Chuxia had already stood up and held the old man's arm and said relentlessly: "Uncle, I'm going back to complain, you have revealed that my grandfather is a sour scholar!"

Although the Bai family and the Wang family are relatives and have many interactions with each other, the two old men have very different tempers. The Bai family is elegant in teaching and educating people, and has a scholarly spirit. Although they are over 80 years old, the spirit of great scholars is still as good as that of the time.

The old man from the Wang family, who also comes from a big family, lives a very down-to-earth life. After his retirement, he likes the most to go for a walk in a nearby park, chatting nonsense with the retired old men and ladies, and even cursing at the top of his voice about the national leaders he had received at the State Guesthouse.

However, although the two old men have different personalities and always have to argue a few times when they meet, their relationship is very good. Otherwise, Bai Chuxia's grandfather would not have given Mr. Wang the precious tea that he could not drink at all times.

The old man didn't eat Bai Chuxia's style and said with confidence: "My uncle is not the one who arranges right and wrong behind his back. I also say the same when he sees your grandfather. He is an old scholar."

Seeing the old man in front of him look soft and hard, Fang Yi put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Old man, I have seen the medicinal recipes handed down from Yiwei's palace. I don't understand the combination of several ingredients on the opposite side. I wonder if you can give me some advice?"

"Now it's a restaurant, I'm boasting that I have a palace recipe, but none of them are true."

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Mr. Wang looked even more disdainful, "The palace recipes are preserved in the Forbidden City, and the dishes and medicinal foods are just like that. There is nothing strange about it. They are not as delicious as I have developed myself."

Mr. Wang is absolutely confident about his cooking skills. He likes cooking because of his eating. He has worked in this industry because of his life. The old man has not known how many dishes he has improved in his life, so he disagrees with the recipes that Fang Yi said.

"Do you always have paper and pen? Why don't I write it down and you'll talk about it?" Fang Yi said, "My recipe is not from the Qing Dynasty, but from the Song Dynasty. I don't know whether it is true or false."

"Song Dynasty? Write it out and I'll take a look." Hearing Fang Yi's words, the old man became a little interested, but he still wanted to make things difficult for Fang Yi, "I don't have a fountain pen here. Can you use a brush?"

Bai Chuxia is not only the little princess of the Bai family, but also among their relatives, he has been spoiled since childhood. As Bai Chuxia's uncle, Mr. Wang doesn't want her to find a boyfriend who only has empty skin but does not learn countless times.

If Fang Yi knew the old man’s thoughts, he would probably be amused and crying. His handsome appearance was a disadvantage in the eyes of the old man. However, calligraphy was not difficult for Fang Yi. After looking around, Fang Yi had already seen the pen, ink and paper in the room.

Although he is down-to-earth, Mr. Wang is also from a scholarly family and has received a good education since he was a child. After retirement, he likes to write a few big words with his pen and ink. There are four treasures of the study on the bookshelf in this room.

"Yes!" Fang Yi simply replied, took the pen and ink from the bookshelf, poured in a little water and grinded the ink on the inkstone, and wrote a recipe.

The recipe written by Fang Yi was indeed passed down from the Song Dynasty, but it was not the medicinal recipe from the court, but a meal used by Taoism to regulate the body. This was also what Fang Yi saw and recorded from an ancient book.

"Hey, you... how many years have you practiced?"

The old man didn't read what Fang Yi wrote, because when Fang Yi started writing, he was attracted by Fang Yi's calligraphy. Looking at the fonts on the rice paper with the graceful and vigorous brushwork, the old man was stunned for a moment.

Mr. Wang originally thought that few young people nowadays could write calligraphy. He originally wanted Fang Yi to be ugly in front of Bai Chuxia. However, he didn't expect Fang Yi to write this hand, but he actually shocked himself. Not to mention Fang Yi's age, even a well-known calligrapher in China may not be as good as Fang Yi's hand.

"I grind ink at the age of two and held the pen at the age of three, but I haven't written it for a while."

Fang Yi told the truth that he did grind ink for the old Taoist priest when he was walking and stumbling. At that time, Fang Yi felt it was just fun, and he often made his hands and face full of ink.

"Genius, genius!"

Mr. Wang secretly praised in his heart. In his opinion, many things need to be done with talent. Fang Yi's calligraphy is the case and his cooking skills are the same. I haven't seen those who have written words and cooked dishes for their whole lives, and may not be able to enter the house when they are old.

"Old man, you'd better check out the content first."

Fang Yi often wrote in front of Sun Lianda and Yu Xuan, so he naturally knew what level he was. However, in his opinion, these were just minor ways. After advancing to the innate world, Fang Yi's control over his body had reached a level of slight slightness, and his writing was more skillful and sophisticated than before.

"Okay, I'll take a look first."

With Fang Yi's words, Mr. Wang didn't dare to underestimate him anymore. He quickly turned his attention to the dietary recipe. After a rough look, the old man thought about it and sat there thinking carefully.

"Mire, wonderful, really wonderful."

Suddenly, Mr. Wang slapped the table. He figured out the effect of the combination of the several medicines in the meal. He stood up hurriedly and shouted: "Dawn, dawn, come here."

"Dad, what's the matter? The guests have arrived, and I'm cooking."

Wang Tianliang, who was busy in the kitchen, heard his father's shout and hurried over. The courtyard entered the Siheyuan was divided into two yards, front and back. The banquet was in the front yard, and the kitchen was specially renovated in the back yard, which was convenient for Wang Tianliang to come.

The old man took the rice paper and pointed to the medicines on it and said, "You go out and buy some medicines for me. Now, go to Tongrentang in Dashilan to buy them. We have coix seed and other things at home, but we lack these herbs."

"Dad, what should the customer do?" Wang Tianliang was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Their private dishes were made of reputation. He could not leave the customer there to buy things, right? That was like smashing his own sign.

"What should I do if there is anything? Can't I cook if you leave? I said who taught you how to do your kid? Now your wings are hard, right?" The old man glared and said, "It just so happens that Xiao Fang is here today, let him taste the old man's skills."

"Okay, dad, I'll go to the front yard to say it, they will be happy!"

Hearing his father's words, Wang Tianliang nodded quickly. Although he inherited the old man's mansion, the heat was still a little worse. Wang's name is naturally still respected by the old man. However, due to his age, the old man has been taking over the control of the person himself in recent years.

Private dishes are to make people feel like they become monks. The chef usually chats with the guests with a glass of wine. When Wang Tianliang went out, he said that the table of guests who were having dinner today also said that they had made a profit, and he forced Wang Tianliang to thank the old man with him.

"Fang Yi, we have a good time."

After the old man went to the kitchen in person, Bai Chuxia smiled. She had only eaten the dishes cooked by the old man once when she grew up. Those simple but extremely delicious dishes are still fresh in Bai Chuxia.

"In the future, I will give him more recipes and let the old man cook food for you often."
Chapter completed!