Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Zheng Han didn't expect Li Xin to come directly at him. But having said all that, it seems that it is not easy to refuse. He glanced at Li Xin, nodded, and said, "Just ask." His tone was natural and firm, as if he was very sure.

Li Xin smiled brightly and cupped his hands to express his gratitude.

Chen Xinheng wanted to laugh a little, took a big sip from his teacup, and said in his heart, "That's right, that's the Li Xin I know! Hahaha, there's finally something to watch."

Li Xin asked slowly: "May I ask Mr. Zheng, the junior's question is. Does the tea taste different if you cook tea with different water? How to tell the difference?"

When Zheng Han heard this, his expression froze immediately.

What is this problem called?

Most of the people who study the tea ceremony at this time are studying the quality of the tea and the amount of ingredients. How can anyone study the water for making tea?

But think about it, the way they play the tea, it doesn’t matter what kind of water you put in it, it won’t make a difference at all—one sip, the flavors of ginger, spices, and tea are mixed together, and the water has no taste, and if you can’t taste it, naturally no one Think about it, most people don't even notice the effect of water. In Li Xin's view, this is really a very magical point.

In addition to Zheng Han with a stiff expression, Chen Yin's eyes were also a little weird, and he thought: "What is this called? There is a difference in water?"

Looking at Zheng Han's expression, Chen Xinheng almost burst out laughing on the spot, but fortunately he pinched his thigh and held it back. If he didn't hold back, Chen Yin's punishment would definitely be unavoidable afterwards. The ancients still took the matter of faux pas very seriously, because they believed that it was closely related to a person's upbringing and so on.

While trying to calmly swallow the tea soup in his mouth, he suppressed the urge to give Li Xin a thumbs up: high, it’s really high, I don’t ask if your tea is good or bad, or how to match your spices, just go straight Just ask how is your water? Too poisonous! What a god can answer this, it hits the nail on the head, brother!

Zheng Boyang's face was also a little ugly. Based on what he knew about his father, he didn't think his father's reaction at the moment meant an answer to the question Li Xin raised.

If you want to ask who is in the worst mood among the people present, it is definitely Zheng Han himself. He had just taught Li Xin a lesson like a wolf with a big tail, but when he turned around, he was stumped by the question raised by the other party. The speed of light was not so fast, it was simply outrageous.

It's not that he didn't think about making nonsense, just let it go. However, as soon as he saw Li Xin's expression, he knew that no matter how he answered, Li Xin would be full of questions waiting for him. Unless you have really thought about these issues seriously and have a set of self-consistent internal logic, you will be easily stumped, and you will be even more unable to step down at that time.

After all, in the Confucian moral system, pretending to understand is more shameful than simply not knowing. And the boundary between really understanding and not pretending to understand seems to be only the criterion of "whether it was exposed on the spot".

Zheng Han thought about it, but finally he didn't say anything, but shook his head and said, "I haven't considered this issue. However, as long as the water source is clean and suitable for drinking, it won't affect the taste of the tea too much. Therefore, the old man thinks Water quality should have nothing to do with the taste of the tea. What matters is the quality of the tea leaves and the compatibility of the condiments.”