Mrs. Bai was stunned for a moment and then sneered, "Haha, Momo, you better not lie to Auntie. I still believe you when you say your annual salary is several million. This monthly salary is several million..."
Are you thinking she is a fool? Do you think she can't understand what it means for a cow to fly in the sky?
"What's all the fuss about? Everyone around me has a monthly salary of several million."
Take Xia Li for example. The endorsement fee for this pearl must be millions, and the same is naturally true for other models in the same position.
"Momo, you should be practical when you talk."
Mrs. Bai rolled her eyes disdainfully, while the old lady just looked at the two people in front of her with a smile, and gave a timely reminder.
"Momo, are you going to participate in some kind of catwalk show in the next few days? I heard from my friends that it seems to be an international show."
After saying this, Gu Mo also felt that something like this was happening. Sister Mi had mentioned it to her before, but it should have been some time.
"It seems so. I've been busy with endorsements and taking various photos recently."
"But my agent will remind me when the time comes. Madam, if you want to go, I can help you get some tickets."
The old lady picked up the tea and nodded with a smile, "Okay, okay."
Mrs. Bai was stunned for a while, and then she asked, "Well, what do you do?"
Gu Mo pretended to be modest and said, "I'm just a little model."
His eyes moved and he immediately added, "Mrs. Bai, do you also like this necklace from SISI? It's great. I feel good when I see others liking the things I endorse."
Mrs. Bai stared blankly at the necklace around her neck, and didn't realize what Gu Mo meant by her words for a long time.
"You represent SISI?"
"That's right, Mrs. Bai, don't you read news online often? That's right, my floor advertisements haven't been laid yet. You should be able to see them in a few days."
Mrs. Bai felt like her head was exploding. SISI, the spokesperson for high-end jewelry is actually the person in front of her! ?
No way?
I immediately understood why it was said that the monthly salary was one million. Isn’t this endorsement worth one million? ?
She swallowed and didn't say anything for a long time.
How can my daughter compare with others?
"Mrs. Bai, please take the teapot over there, Momo hasn't tasted the tea yet."
Mrs. Bai glanced at Gu Mo, with mixed emotions in her eyes, and finally picked up the teapot and placed it directly in front of Gu Mo.
The old lady pushed the teapot in front of Gu Mo again, "Momo, Mrs. Bai is very good at making tea. Can you try it?"
When the old lady praised her, Mrs. Bai raised her neck and smiled proudly, "Old madam, you are laughing at me. My tea-making skills are still not up to par."
“No matter how good the tea is, it will still taste like boiled water if you meet someone who doesn’t know how to taste it.”
After speaking, he looked at Gu Mo with a smile. The meaning of these words should not be too obvious.
Gu Mo picked up the tea cup and smelled it first. After the smell entered his nose, he smiled and said nothing. Then he took a sip of tea and put the tea cup down.
"Momo, how is it? Does it taste good? Mrs. Bai seems to have been in a tea association before?"
The old lady asked Gu Mo's opinion with a smile, as if she really valued Gu Mo, which made Mrs. Bai next to her frown.
Yuru had told her before that the old lady still had a fortune that had not been decided on as an heir. She had to find a way to help Yuru!
Gu Mo didn't notice Mrs. Bai's eyes and just nodded implicitly without saying anything. Others would think that she had nothing to say.
Mrs. Bai immediately interrupted, "Momo, can you taste what kind of tea this is?"
Then she paused and added, "My skills are not so bad that you don't even know what tea is, right?"
After saying that, he looked remorseful.
Gu Mo snickered slightly in his heart, not bothering to say anything to such a person.
"Momo, just tell me, I, an old woman, want to know what kind of tea you young people like."
Since the old lady has said so, she must not be able to refuse anything more.
"Mrs. Bai, this is what you asked me to say."
"certainly."
Mrs. Bai looked arrogant and smiled confidently.
"Your tea-making skills are indeed mediocre, and you even got the correct tea-making method wrong."
Gu Mo's voice was tepid and soft when spoken, but in other people's ears it was like thunder.
"What!?!"
It was the first time that someone called her unprofessional for the tea she had been making for so long. How funny!
After calming down, he laughed mockingly, "Momo, if you don't understand tea, don't talk nonsense. This will make others misunderstand."
She had a teacher specially hired to teach her tea art. How could she be judged by a girl who didn't know anything? Letting her talk is just to give her face, haha, I really shouldn’t give her this face now.
Gu Mo calmly opened the lid of the ceramic teapot and pointed at the tea leaves inside.
"Mrs. Bai, is this black tea?"
Mrs. Bai was stunned and stuttered, "Yeah."
Gu Mo stared into her eyes, then his expression remained normal.
"Let me tell you this, I already knew the type of tea when I smelled it, but after taking a sip, I suspected that this was tea made by a child."
Mrs. Bai's face is ugly. Her tea skills are so good, but a dead girl is telling lies with her eyes closed! ?
"Momo, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense."
He looked at Gu Mo with a mean look, and the dissatisfaction on his face was clear.
The old lady watched the fire from the other side, trying to smooth things over with a gentle tone.
"Momo, do you have any basis for saying that? Mrs. Bai is an expert at making tea."
When Mrs. Bai saw that the old lady was favoring her side in her words, she immediately raised her nose and said, "That's right, Momo, you really don't understand these things and no one will laugh at you if you admit it directly."
Haha, your posture just now was not like this.
Gu Mo glanced at Madam Bai and smiled even brighter.
"If I'm not mistaken, Mrs. Bai, you put this tea directly into the teapot to make it, right?"
"Of course not, this tea needs to be washed first and then put into the teapot to boil!"
It seemed that she had concluded that Gu Mo was a layman through what she just said, and Mrs. Bai looked at her with even more disgust.
But Gu Mo didn't say much and just asked the waiter next to him to bring some more black tea.
Fresh black tea was placed on the table, and Gu Mo began to operate it.
"First of all, let me correct you. Black tea does not need to be washed, as it will dilute its taste."
She directly picked out a few pieces of black tea from the tea can, and then added: "Secondly, black tea needs to be soaked for a period of time before boiling, so that its flavor can be released."
The black tea is put into the cup and then steeped for more than ten minutes.
During this period, Mrs. Bai wanted to interrupt many times, "Momo, where did you learn your tea art? Your teacher is too unprofessional. How could you say this? The whole tea art community will be laughed at." .”
Gu Mo smiled and said nothing, but added lightly after Mrs. Bai finished speaking, "Sometimes, what you know is not necessarily correct."
"you!"
Mrs. Bai was still about to have an attack, but the old lady glanced at her.
"Okay, Momo, it's almost time."
Gu Mo glanced at the old lady with a smile, then poured the soaked tea into the kettle, including the dregs, and simmered over low heat.
In just a few minutes, you can clearly feel the rich flavor of tea floating in the air, which is beyond the reach of the pot of tea just now.
Mrs. Bai's face looked slightly embarrassed. The old lady next to her smiled and said nothing, just quietly looking at the tea in the kettle.
When the teapot started making a "gurgling" sound, Gu Mo took the teapot down with ease.
"Mrs. Bai, would you like to try it? My tea skills are terrible. I'm sorry to show my shame in front of you."
Gu Mo explained modestly, while pouring the water from the teapot into the teacup. The smell of the tea when it came out was completely different from that of the previous pot of tea.
Those who know tea can already tell who makes tea the right way by smelling it, but some people are stubborn and refuse to admit it.
The three of them all picked up the tea cups and took a sip slowly. The old lady was full of praise after tasting the taste.
“Delicious!”
"This is my first time drinking such delicious black tea. It seems like this is how black tea should be brewed, right? The taste is really amazing!"
The old lady's repeated compliments made Gu Mo feel a little embarrassed. Originally, he was just planning to slap Mrs. Bai in the face. The wrong method of making tea would only lead to a waste of resources.
"The old lady has won the prize. These are all recorded in the book."
Turning to face Mrs. Bai's angry expression, "Mrs. Bai, I will recommend a book to you later. This book is written by a master of tea art and can be bought for tens of dollars. The most important thing is that it has all the words written in it. correct."
The implication is that after spending so much money to sign up for some tea art class, the final skill is not as good as that of someone like Gu Mo who has only read one book.
This is simply a huge irony.
Mrs. Bai was so angry that her hands were shaking, but the most annoying thing was that she couldn't refute it at all. Although she didn't want to admit it, the second pot of tea was indeed richer and more delicious than the one she brewed!
"Momo, you are really amazing, you know everything."
The old lady praised Gu Mo generously.
"No way, I just read some books, and my knowledge is only superficial. I can't compare with the master at all!"
Mrs. Bai, sitting next to her, felt offended again.
At this time, a girl walked in outside the gate and greeted the people inside with a smile.
"Grandma, what are you talking about!! Godmother! You are finally back!"
Fang Yuru called out in surprise, and after seeing Gu Mo, she pretended to be in love again.
"Oh, my sister-in-law is here too. It seems I came too late, hehe."
Fang Yuru sat down at the table of three people with a smile and poured herself a cup of tea.
Take a sip and praise it vigorously.
"This tea is so delicious. Godmother, your tea-making skills have improved again! You are worthy of being a member of the Tea Art Association!"
Gu Mo's eyebrows were curved and he looked flattered.
"Thank you so much Yuru for your compliment."
