Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Gentle sitting on the side of Dongfang Aoshi.

Dongfang Aoshi's behavior today is a bit strange, his eyes are like two big black holes, as if they can suck people in.

Ruan suddenly felt a little afraid of him——

Compared with the unpredictable Dongfang Aoshi now, Ruan would rather him be more fierce.

When Dongfang is arrogant and fierce, at least he can see his joy and anger.

The current appearance is so gloomy that it makes people horrified, and it is completely impossible to guess what is going on in his heart...

Sitting there tenderly, all the nerves in her body were tense.

Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

Just staring straight at Wen Rou, his black eyes are like two big black holes.

In the beginning, Wen Rou could still sit calmly, not moving without asking.

Half an hour passed, and Dongfang Aoshi still had that straightforward expression, as if he wanted to swallow someone in one mouthful.

Gentle couldn't hold back anymore, "What are you looking at?"

I'm really worried, this beast suddenly became wild here, and in the gazebo...

For a person like Dongfang Aoshi, Wen Rou believes that he can do anything.

"Why? I can't even look at it?" Dongfang Aoshi curled his lips, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Gentle and silent.

Before she figured out what Dongfang Aoshi wanted to do, she didn't dare to speak out rashly, fearing that if she was not careful, she would offend Dongfang Aoshi again.

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her, stretched out his index finger, and ticked her off.

Gentle frowning: What exactly does this person want to do?

Confused, he sat closer.

Dongfang proudly raised his eyebrows.

The maids immediately lowered the curtain of the gazebo and brought fruit and hot tea.

"Can make tea?" Dongfang Aoshi said softly.

Gentle hesitated, nodded.

Dongfang Aoshi took a look at the tea set and stopped talking.

Gentle is inexplicable, completely in the fog, and has no idea what he means.

The steward reminded in a low voice, "Princess, my lord is asking you to make tea."

Did you want her to make tea?

Why don't you say it?

She is not a maid in the palace. Dongfang Aoshi can easily know what he is thinking by raising his eyebrows.

If everything can be done by raising eyebrows, then why doesn't he make himself dumb!

Gentle and slanderous, on the surface, but nothing is shown.

The water boiled.

Rou Rou grabbed a handful of tea leaves, threw them into a cup, and boiled the water.

Then, he sent it to Dongfang Aoshi, "here, drink it."

Dongfang Aoshi: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"Why? Isn't that how tea is made?" She always brewed it like this in Wenfu. It was fragrant and strong, and refreshing.

"Princess, tea is not brewed like this." The steward explained and demonstrated, "There are roughly eight steps in making tea, which are curing the vessel, serving the tea, waiting the soup, brewing the tea, scraping the foam, pouring the pot, scalding the cup, and sprinkling the tea. Tea... Among them, each step has a detailed division of labor. For example, the governance of the utensils includes the steps of igniting the clay stove, digging out the sand, fanning the stove, cleaning the utensils, waiting for the fire, and pouring the cups. ..."

"Okay, okay, what you said made me dizzy, isn't it just to make some tea, there are so many delicate things." Gentle and impatient.

In her view, tea has only two functions.

thirst quenching,

Refreshing.

These two functions do not need to use the steps mentioned by the steward at all. It is as simple as boiling the tea leaves with boiling water.

It is convenient and hassle-free.

"Princess, the prince likes to drink tea."

"He likes to drink, so he can make it himself, he has hands and feet..." Rourou blurted out, in an extremely aggressive tone.