The woman's name was Yu Huang, and she would come over once every six months.

Counting from ten years ago, this was now the entire twentieth time!

Every time she came, she would buy away a painting or a piece of calligraphy, or possibly a sculpture, hand puppet, or something else that was placed on a wooden shelf.

And she was very generous!

She was Ye Feng's most loyal "fan girl".

When Yu Huang first came to the store, he was amazed at the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, when he was only eight years old, Ye Feng's calligraphy and painting skills had just reached the realm of returning to simplicity.

How could a child of eight years old paint such a stunning painting?

At that time, she did not believe that it was made by Ye Feng no matter what.

Until Ye Feng was too lazy to explain anymore and practiced calligraphy inside the house, Yu Huang saw the first brushstroke and believed it!

In fact, she is a very nice person, there is just one drawback.

Every time she came, she was relying and refused to leave!

Ye Feng very much suspected that this at least 30 years old aunt was craving for her body, so every time he would firmly drive her away to protect his innocence!

"Haven't seen you for half a year, are you so unwelcoming to me?"

Yu Huang's big eyes were bright, glanced at Ye Feng, and said in a delicate voice, "At least we are considered old friends, at least give a pot of tea first?"

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"Tea leaves are placed in the inner room, brew it yourself."

Ye Feng was unmoved.

"Cut!"

Yu Huang rolled her eyes, skillfully walked into the inner room and opened an exquisite tea box carved from mahogany.

As soon as the lid was lifted, a faint fragrance emanated out.

She nostalgically took a deep breath as she rolled her eyes and secretly took out a few slices from inside, preparing to satiate her personal pockets, only to have a voice come from her in the next second:

"No stealing!"

"Don't take it or don't take it ...... Roar what roar."

Yu Huang skimmed her rosy little mouth and covered the tea box with fondness.

She picked up a small teapot next to it, which was carved with dragons and phoenixes, lifelike, delicate and ingenious.

And in the center of the teapot.

A seemingly ordinary but full of Taoist rhythm, the word "tea" became the finishing touch of the entire teapot, which was simple and simple with an immortal aura.

Making tea is not a simple matter.

The art of tea is about choosing tea, choosing water, followed by the technology of cooking tea and the art of tea utensils.

Tea is not necessary to find, Ye Feng store tea, the world can not find the second, and the second step of the choice of water is the most important!

Yu Huang took out a water bag.

This is filled with her carefully prepared mountain spring, is collected in an old mountain, contains spiritual energy.

After working for a while, Yu Huang finally boiled the tea, the aroma was overflowing, but when she looked closer, she couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows.

"Still too much difference."

Three years ago.

Yu Huang had once drank the tea made by Ye Feng himself.

The water he used was simply tap water, far from being comparable to the mountain springs that contained spiritual qi, but on the contrary, the tea that was boiled out was full of Taoist flavor, and after sipping a small mouthful, one would feel that the spirit and soul were clear, and the Taoist heart was permeable, as if the entire person had been washed and cleansed.

"Tea ceremony, is also a profound study ah ......"

Yu Huang shook her head slightly.

She picked up the plate with the teapot and teacups, and grumbled as she walked outside, "Grand Duke Ye, at least people are a weak woman, you don't help ......"

Suddenly, her footsteps lurched and her voice came to an abrupt end.

"Just right."

Ye Feng took the teapot and teacup from her hands, "Wu Yinluo, just brewed a good tea, try it? Wu Yinluo?" He was puzzled, "What are you fuming about?"

"No, nothing."

Wu Zhongtian carried a golden gong in his hand, his eyes panicked as he retracted his gaze towards Yu Huang, "Duke Ye ...... is not right, Mr. Ye, this is the Soul Suppressing Gong that I applied to the higher-ups for you, keep it."

"Trouble Wu Yin Gong."

Ye Feng smiled as he took that Soul Suppressing Golden Gong and casually said to Yu Huang, "Help me move a chair for Wu Yinluo."

"Oh, good."

Yu Huang nodded with a calm face.

"No need! There's really no need to bother!"

Cold sweat came down on Wu Zhongtian's head as he busily said, "Mr. Ye, I still have official business and am very busy, so I won't bother you much today! Farewell ...... no need to send, Mr. Ye you stay!"

Looking at Wu Zhongtian rushing out of the store in a hurry.

Ye Feng couldn't help but lament.

"This Wu Yinluo is really responsible, never forgetting his official duties, a night watchman like him should go and become a golden gong and become a role model figure! Yu Huang, don't you think so?"

"Well, yes."

Yu Huang looked at Wu Zhongtian's disappearing back and nodded thoughtfully.