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The third volume: the happy life of Zhuge in the Central Plains and abroad.
Zhuge's happy life, a stranger, was boiled by the sound of "clang-"and the water on the quiet stove.
Gollum's boiling water opened the small lid on the spout, and the boiling water rushed into the long bamboo tube along the spout and all the way into the white porcelain cup where the tea had been put on the table. The spout over there drives the wooden shaft, pulls up a small iron piece to block the tuyere of the stove, and the boiling water in the copper pot slowly calms down. Close the lid on the spout again, and the porcelain cup on the table will be full of eight points.
Zhuge Liang put down the wolf's hair and reached for the tea lamp. He took a deep breath and looked up and took a sip until his chest was full of fresh and pleasant bamboo leaves.
Well, this kind of tea made of bamboo leaves smells really comfortable. As for drinking, forget it.
Speaking of it, it seems that I haven't used the tea brought by Liucheng for a long time. Unconsciously, the tea around me became the bamboo leaves of that person. Even the maid who originally served water and tea in the study just changed her into a novel tea-making appliance.
He didn't like this marriage very much at first, but at first he was valued by others. At that time, he was just a poor scholar and had to accept it. It's just that every time I think about it, ...