Peninsula Steel Love

Chapter 51

Lin Huizhen finally met other fans. In fact, there was a little misunderstanding here. The party was originally scheduled for the afternoon, but her unreliable relatives made a mistake, which caused her to make a mistake in front of Zhou Jing. Little foreigner.

There are still quite a few people here today, and there are about forty people one after another, almost booking this small coffee shop.

I heard that the organizers of today's party will distribute some fan benefits, such as the latest posters and some autograph cards, which may not be available outside.

It's a long-cherished wish, but in fact most of them are Jessica's personal fans, just like Mao Maosi in China, the topic of getting together is naturally inseparable from the famous scenes in the Zheng sisters reality show that was broadcast recently .

While everyone was chatting happily, Lin Huizhen occasionally glanced out the window and saw a familiar figure.

Isn't that Director Zhou? The main reason is that Zhou Jing's hairstyle is so recognizable. Generally, except for those who have just finished their military service, few Korean men have such a short cut. It is easy to be spotted when walking in the crowd.

"Huizhen O'Neil, what are you looking at? Do you know that man?" A little girl who looked like a high school student beside her brought Lin Huizhen back to her senses.

To say that Girls' Generation is really good, it has been seven years since their debut and they can still attract such young female fans.

"Well, that man seems to be a colleague of my company." Lin Huizhen's cheeks were slightly flushed when she spoke.

"Oni, why don't you call that oppa over and sit down with him, maybe it will become a long-cherished wish, and his back looks very handsome, but his hairstyle is a bit silly." The little girl was a little excited Yes, revealing a nympho look.

"Yes, An, he is Chinese, so he might not like K-pop." If Lin Huizhen was to ask Zhou Jing to participate in fan activities, she wouldn't dare to beat her to death.

"Okay, but O'Neill seems to have a good impression of this oppa. When you looked at him just now, your eyes were straight, O'Neill fighting!"

"Ah, you little girl dared to tease O'Neill, and I won't give you Sika's autographed photo."

"Mianne, O'Neill, I was wrong, just forgive me this time."

Zhou Jing didn't know about the episode that happened in the coffee shop downstairs. He walked into the Lanting Pavilion and didn't see Sister Xin. He didn't know if she went to some VIP room to chat with guests.

So he took a set of tea sets by himself, and sat on the window seat in the lobby according to the old habit. Zhou Jing usually brings his own tea when he comes here, and only occasionally drinks some tea from the store.

The weather has gradually started to heat up. Today, Zhou Jing brought a little Icelandic Raw Pudding from his collection. The rich tea fragrance and strong aftertaste made him feel happy.

Nothing to do, Zhou Jing took out his laptop from his backpack, and searched for the show "Jessica & Krystal" that Lin Huizhen mentioned before. It turned out to be a reality show. He always thought it was a food show. Fortunately, this show is not very blatant. , no need to wear headphones to eat.

"Brother, you're here. Just come over to try this tea for sister." Feeling being patted on the shoulder, Zhou Jing pressed the playback pause button, only to find that sister Xin had unknowingly stood there Beside me, I may have been a little too engrossed just now.

"No problem, Sister Xin, let me see what new gadgets you have added." Zhou Jing got up and followed Sister Xin to the proprietress's special tea table and sat down.

Here is a hidden skill of Zhou Jing. Many people know that he loves to drink tea, but few people know that he has an intermediate tea appraiser qualification certificate issued by the National Vocational Skills.

This is also a coincidence. Zhou Jing wanted to learn to be a tea art teacher because he liked drinking tea when he first started working. Anyway, there was nothing to do during the rest time.

As a result, I went to the Vocational Skills Training Center to learn about it. It turned out that the national occupational classification did not have the category of tea artisan. Those were created by various associations themselves, and the only title related to tea drinking was tea appraiser.

Anyway, as soon as he came, Zhou Jing signed up for the training class for tea judges, so he got the certificate of intermediate tea judges in the first two years, and it took three years for senior tea judges to apply for the exam.

In the training class, Zhou Jing met a bunch of classmates. Most of these people are in the tea business, and some are responsible for purchasing large quantities of tea, so now Zhou Jing can buy tea through much better channels and prices than ordinary people.

Sister Xin skillfully opened the tea leaves in small bubble packs and put them in a tureen. Zhou Jing took them over, looked at the bottom of the tea, and smelled the aroma of the tea leaves. She felt a little relieved. Rock tea, the tea leaves are good. Let’s talk about the specifics. .

Sister Xin brewed, washed, and poured the tea in one go. The small cup was placed in front of Zhou Jing. Zhou Jing pinched the rim of the cup with his thumb and index finger, and picked up the cup with his middle finger. .

This tea is okay, with a strong aroma, with a hint of floral fragrance, and a long aftertaste without any greenish taste, which shows that the frying technique is very authentic.

Zhou Jing was not in a hurry to make an evaluation, because the tea's durability is also a very important indicator. Sister Xin also understood that, so she did not rush to ask Zhou Jing, but continued to brew tea patiently.

After brewing three more dishes, Zhou Jing put down the teacup and gave Sister Xin a thumbs up, "Not bad, good tea, Zhengyan cinnamon."

"Oh? My brother drank it, then I'll ask you again, can you tell me the specific place of origin?" Sister Xin looked at Zhou Jing with interest.

"Hmm... It doesn't taste like beef or horse meat. If I had to say it, it should be the cinnamon from Dawangfeng." Zhou Jing frowned and thought for a while.

"It's ok, brother, you can drink it too. I bought this tea from the boss you introduced last time, and I just received it." Sister Xin clapped her hands and looked at Zhou Jing with a smile.

"No wonder, I said the smell is so familiar, that kid's family lives at the foot of Dawang Peak, and there is an inn at home, I have stayed there, the scenery is pretty good, if there is a chance, sister Xin can go there for vacation with elder brother." Zhou Jing did not forget to give this classmate Amway's inn business in South Korea.

Sister Xin and Zhou Jing just drank tea and chatted casually. There were not many guests here today. Of course, there were two more in the VIP box, but Sister Xin knew the rules. Her status is a bit special, so she didn't mention it to Zhou Jing.

"Xiaoxian, this tea is really delicious. It's a bit sweet and has a medicinal scent, but the more I drink it, the hungrier I get." Yun'er lay on the table and watched Xiaoxian clumsily making tea. , touched his stomach, and felt that the inside was about to beat a drum.

"Oni, it's like this after drinking tea, so the store manager Ouni has prepared some snacks for us." Xu Xian stretched out his hand to show Yuner the refreshments on the table. These refreshments were bought by Sister Xin from China. Osmanthus cake, mung bean cake or something.

This is not enough, Yun'er looked at these snacks and thought angrily, how can she appease her protesting stomach without a meal of barbecue, and she doesn't know how long Maknae will stay here.

If she didn't feel that the youngest was a little weird recently, this detective Lin wouldn't have followed Xu Xian all the time today, she just wanted to find some clues from the youngest's itinerary.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Yun'er got up and pushed open the door of the box. After drinking tea, she frequently ran to the bathroom. This is the third time she has gone.

(End of this chapter)