Chapter 200: The Female Simp in the Farming Variety Show (8)

Chapter 200: The Overeager Female Fan in the Farming Variety Show (8)

Tang Qing led the guests to the designated kill-green area, where several large woks were set up in the distance.

"Are these the woks for kill-green? They're so big?" Nan Gongjing had some idea about the kill-green process, but seeing such massive woks still shocked him, especially with the intense heat radiating from them.

The temperature was real—scorching.

The thought of having to stir tea leaves in such a wok later made Nan Gongjing's usually gentle eyes stiffen with dread.

"The wok temperature is currently about 220°C, which is the ideal heat for kill-green. You can observe my movements first."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Hui was the first to protest.

"Are you kidding me? Such high heat, and you want me to stir tea?"

Might as well cook my hands!

Her freshly done nails had already been mostly ruined yesterday, and now she was expected to risk burning her hands? Just imagining the scene made Fu Hui's expression contort in dismay.

"No one’s asking you to stir tea directly yet. Just follow my lead first."

Ignoring Fu Hui’s shrieks, Tang Qing skillfully picked up a small jar. "This contains tea oil for heating the wok."

"Each batch requires about 150 grams of tea leaves, and the main technique is shaking them loose." Under Fu Hui’s held breath, Tang Qing’s hands reached into the searing wok.

She actually put her hands in!

Wasn’t she afraid of the heat?

The group stared wide-eyed, mesmerized by Tang Qing’s movements. Her hands moved effortlessly, flipping and shaking the tea leaves with fluid motions.

"This shaking technique is meant to remove moisture from the fresh leaves and eliminate their raw vegetal scent—hence the term 'kill-green' for this step."

As she worked, Tang Qing continued explaining, "The kill-green process usually lasts 12 to 15 minutes, during which the shape of the tea leaves is also formed."

"Today, we’re making Longjing tea, a flat-shaped variety. The standard for top-grade tea is flat and sleek with sharp tips."

Tang Qing’s hands dipped into the wok repeatedly, unshakably steady. After watching for a while, it almost seemed as if her movements followed a hypnotic rhythm.

The fragrant steam of tea wafted through the air, and Feng Xingzhou’s group suddenly realized—this was the same fragrance they had smelled in last night’s tea cakes.

The viewers were equally captivated by Tang Qing’s kill-green skills, commenting enthusiastically:

"Isn’t this the same expert from yesterday’s tea-picking session? So skilled! Handling such high heat with such steadiness!"

"First time seeing handmade tea production live. Is it just me, or do the expert’s hands look really graceful?"

"Agree! I also think the expert’s hands are beautiful..."

It wasn’t just the viewers who noticed Tang Qing’s hands—Fu Hui had also been observing them.

Tang Qing’s hands seemed to have become noticeably smoother and more delicate, complementing her kill-green motions in an uncannily graceful way.

Dressed in a traditional gown, her plain hands moving deftly, Tang Qing’s focused expression, combined with the fragrant tea, gave her an unexpected quiet poise.

"Like a celestial brewing tea—this must be what it looks like," Nan Gongjing praised first. "Miss Tang is truly impressive. Her movements are beautiful."

Such fawning praise earned a disdainful eye-roll from Pei Chen. "As expected from our renowned flirt. No one sweet-talks like you."

Nan Gongjing maintained his smile, expression unchanged. "Then you really ought to learn a thing or two from me about talking, given how often you piss people off."

The livestream chat burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, Pei Chen: So salty~"

"Nan Gongjing, if you've got the gift of gab, keep it coming..."

Tuning out the bickering between the two, Tang Qing remained focused on working with the tea leaves in her hands.

After about fifteen minutes, the freshly stir-fried Longjing (Dragon Well) tea was brought out, its rich scent drifting under everyone’s noses.

"This is the 'kill-green' [a tea-frying step to halt oxidation] step. After this, the tea needs to be moistened and fried again before the Longjing tea is fully finished."

"Now, anyone got questions?"

The chance to speak finally came to Fu Hui, who raised her hand like a grade-schooler. "Teacher! I have a question!"

"Go ahead."

Fu Hui stared intently at Tang Qing's hands—she wasn’t mistaken!

Like magic, they’d softened up overnight! Those rough palms from a few days ago had somehow become so much softer and fairer!

"Teacher, your hands… do you have some secret hand-care trick?"

"Can you teach me?"

Eyes shining, Aunt Fu asked earnestly, a total 180 from the resentment she had shown earlier.

A completely unrelated question.

Tang Qing frowned. "That has nothing to do with today's lesson."

"Ask something else."

Fu Hui: "What hand cream do you use? Can you recommend it?"

...

The netizens were practically losing it laughing—typical Aunt Fu, always focusing on the unexpected.

In the end, Fu Hui didn’t get the answer she wanted. The real question came from Feng Xingzhou.

"How much tea do we need to make this time? Still two jin (about 2.2 lbs)?"

Clearly, the two-jin task from last time had traumatized Feng Xingzhou.

The A-lister was more concerned about whether he could actually complete the job...

Tang Qing replied, "Nope. Just one batch per person."

Earlier, Tang Qing had mentioned that stir-frying one batch took about fifteen minutes—compared to yesterday’s tea-picking, this seemed way easier.

Hearing this, Pei Chen also let out a relieved sigh. "Now we’re talking."

One batch of 150 grams of tea—the thought of doing two jin was nightmare fuel.

Everyone took their place at their wok, steeling themselves.

The scorching heat made it hard to imagine what would happen if you put your hand in there...

"Don't be nervous. Add the tea oil first." Tang Qing's voice came from beside them, calm and unhurried, carrying a strange power that soothed their tension.

Pei Chen frowned deeply, moving with extreme caution as he added the tea oil.

The young master had never stepped into a kitchen before. The first pot he ever encountered in his life was of such a grand scale—it was absolutely terrifying!

Every movement seemed to slow down several times over, as if his breathing had stopped.

As the tea oil hit the pan, a loud sizzle erupted!

Already nervous, Pei Chen was scared out of his mind. In his panic, he accidentally tossed the whole jar of tea oil!

Of course, Nan Gongjing happened to be standing right next to Pei Chen.

No time to react!

The small jar of tea oil landed directly in his own tea pan!

The pan was already at a high temperature, and with an entire jar of oil suddenly dumped in, a huge puff of white smoke burst out!

"That idiot Pei Chen!"

Nan Gongjing snapped the second it happened.

A total disaster—the white smoke surged rapidly, reaching Nan Gongjing in an instant!