Chapter 1268

Master Guangming began to teach Hackett tea art. He first taught Hackett how to distinguish water, letting him know what kind of water is good water, and then taught him how to distinguish tea, letting him know what kind of tea leaves are good tea leaves.

Then, he taught him how to boil water. To make tea taste good, the temperature of the water is very important. The water for making tea is best when it is over eighty degrees. When the water is boiled to the point of being about to boil, lift it up. After the process of scalding the cup, when pouring water into the cup, you should raise the kettle to let the water stay in the air as long as possible, so that when the water is injected into the teacup, the temperature is just right.

Of course, even if all these things were taught to Hackett, it would be impossible for Hackett to do them all well at once. He must go through a long period of practice to accurately master the heat and make a good cup of tea.

Hackett learned very diligently. After spending more than an hour, he remembered everything, and the rest was for him to practice slowly by himself.

Hackett also learned from Master Guangming's example, pressing his palms together to express his gratitude, "Thank you, Master, for being able to teach me tea art."

Master Guangming said, "Good, very good. Mr. Hackett, you don't have to be polite. Being able to help our county build a bridge is already a merit of immeasurable value!"

Su Xinghui looked at the time; it was almost noon, so he stood up and said, "Mr. Hackett, shall we not disturb Master Guangming anymore?"

Hackett then bid farewell to Master Guangming, and the group went down the mountain.

Master Guangming stood on the mountain, watching them go. After a long while, he said a "Good," and returned to the quiet room to meditate.

The group returned to the reservoir management office. Hu Jinshui had already arranged a table of food for four people in the canteen. They were also very hungry after climbing the mountain, so they ate, rested for a while, and then returned to Pengjiawanzhen. That afternoon, Hackett bid farewell to Su Xinghui and set off for Yuedong.

After sending Hackett away, Lu Xiaoya said, "I didn't expect this Mr. Hackett to be quite interested in Chinese culture."

Su Xinghui nodded and said, "Yes, he is not only interested in Chinese culture, but he has also made huge contributions to China's infrastructure construction. He can be called a good friend of China!"

Lu Xiaoya nodded, then took Su Xinghui's arm and began to stroll along the streets of Pengjiawanzhen.

Now the streets of Pengjiawanzhen were already quite prosperous and lively, almost no worse than the Shangjun county seat. This was mainly because so many enterprises had come to Pengjiawanzhen to invest, bringing in a large number of migrant workers, and the labor force that had gone out to work from Pengjiawanzhen was gradually returning. Now the population of Pengjiawanzhen was already close to fifty thousand.

The migrant population was a sign of a place's prosperity. With a large number of migrant workers, the tertiary industry in Pengjiawanzhen developed rapidly.

Many new restaurants and hotels had opened on the town streets. A large hotel invested and built by the Hou Group was also about to be completed, and the supply and marketing cooperative of Pengjiawanzhen had also been rented to a Yuedong businessman, who opened a supermarket in Pengjiawanzhen.

Seeing such a prosperous and lively scene on the street, Lu Xiaoya said, "Xinghui, you are truly amazing. The current Pengjiawanzhen is getting better day by day."

Lu Xiaoya didn't know how many times she had come to Pengjiawanzhen this year. Every time she came, the Pengjiawanzhen she saw had some changes from the last time. Therefore, she saw the development of Pengjiawanzhen very clearly, and for Su Xinghui, who personally created the miracle of Pengjiawanzhen, she was naturally worshipful to the point of prostration.

Su Xinghui said, "To be an official for a term is to bring benefits to one side. No matter what position I am in in the future, I must let the common people there live a good life."

Su Xinghui felt that being able to let the common people under his governance live a good life was the thing that gave him the most sense of accomplishment.

Almost every common person on the town streets knew Su Xinghui. When they saw Su Xinghui, they would greet him with respect and affection. Although Su Xinghui was still very young and hadn't even gotten married, they wouldn't look down on Su Xinghui because of this. Their respect came from the bottom of their hearts.

They all knew what this young town mayor had done for them. A year and a half ago, before Su Xinghui came, Pengjiawanzhen was a place with chaotic public security, economic depression, and poor living conditions for the common people. But just a year and a half later, it had become a place with stable public security, economic prosperity, and wealthy common people. This was all brought by this young town mayor.

Many common people selling things on the side of the road wanted to give their things to Su Xinghui. An old woman selling eggs handed Su Xinghui a bag of eggs and said, "Mayor Su, these are eggs laid by my own chickens. You drink egg water every day to nourish your body."

Su Xinghui hurriedly said, "Thank you, ma'am, no need," and then walked away as if fleeing.

Another old man held several golden, large oranges and wanted to hand them to Su Xinghui, saying, "Mayor Su, these are oranges grown in my yard. They are very sweet. Will you taste a few?"

Su Xinghui couldn't refuse the old man. The old man stuffed the oranges into his pocket. Su Xinghui could only accept them, but he took out five yuan, threw it into the old man's basket, and then pulled Lu Xiaoya and ran away.

The old man behind wanted to catch up with Su Xinghui and return the money to him, but how could he catch up? He could only sigh and shake his head, saying, "What a good cadre!"

Su Xinghui pulled Lu Xiaoya back to the town government and returned to his dormitory. He shook his head and said, "No, we can't stroll anymore. If we keep strolling, I can't take it. These old men and women are too enthusiastic."

Lu Xiaoya laughed out loud, "Xinghui, I have never seen you in such a sorry state before."

Su Xinghui reached out to tickle Lu Xiaoya and said, "Alright, let's see if you still laugh at me."

Lu Xiaoya was most ticklish. As soon as Su Xinghui's hand reached into her armpit, before it even touched her body, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, twisting her body, and in turn wanted to tickle Su Xinghui. The two of them were tangled together in a playful fight.

However, Su Xinghui was not as ticklish as Lu Xiaoya. The result of the fight was, of course, that Lu Xiaoya's body softened into a puddle of mud, lazily leaning in Su Xinghui's arms. Su Xinghui's hand climbed onto the high ground somewhat dishonestly, and his lips also covered Lu Xiaoya's lips, making Lu Xiaoya's breathing become rapid.

Just when Lu Xiaoya was somewhat moved, Su Xinghui's mischievous hand stopped. His intimacy with Lu Xiaoya was limited to the stage of "arising from emotion and stopping at propriety." This was his respect for Lu Xiaoya; he wanted to save the most beautiful moment for their wedding night.

Although Lu Xiaoya had completely lost her resistance to him now, he had to restrain himself. If he didn't even have this little bit of restraint, what could he accomplish?

After a long while, the moving blush on Lu Xiaoya's face faded. She lay in Su Xinghui's arms, looking affectionately at Su Xinghui's face, and she said softly, "Xinghui, I love you!"

Su Xinghui said, "Xiaoya, I love you too."

Su Xinghui took one of the oranges the old man gave him, peeled it, fed it to Lu Xiaoya's mouth petal by petal, and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Lu Xiaoya enjoyed her lover's service, and she nodded comfortably, "Hmm, very sweet."