The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 147: Clear Window, Fine Milk Play, Tea Sharing

"Great, Miss Ye Lan is particular."

Chen Tianfeng glanced at the fine green tea residue at the bottom of the bowl and bowed, expressing his admiration.

"wrong."

"Ok?"

"I am Kafka now, not Yelan."

Ye Lan shook her head gently. After seeing Chen Tianfeng's slightly surprised expression, her smile widened and her lips curled up slightly: "Why, is there anything else that is different?"

“…Not really. It’s very similar.”

Chen Tianfeng grinned and bowed again: "Miss Kafka is particular."

"Brother Chen, thank you for the compliment."

Ye Lan smiled softly, obviously enjoying it very much.

Soon, the spring water had boiled three times.

Ye Lan picked up the kettle, first added some water to the bottom of the bowl, mixed the fine green tea powder into a paste, and then poured water from a high place to make it float on the mountain spring.

The rich tea aroma suddenly burst out and filled the cabin.

Chen Tianfeng sniffed it and found it fragrant and pleasant, worthy of being the tea he had brought from Ningguang. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Ye Lan lowering her head slightly, painting seriously on the tea, so he couldn't help but hold his breath, not wanting to disturb her.

The sunlight passed through the window and fell on Ye Lan's delicate profile. Her drooping purple hair and eyes, which had turned purple for some unknown reason, all appeared clear and transparent, as if in a dream.

Dwarf paper lays in a sloping row for grass, and fine windows divide the tea into tea.

This poem suddenly popped up in Chen Tianfeng's mind, and then he averted his eyes with great willpower, staring only at the tea bowl and watching the painting.

The painting in the tea bowl gradually takes shape, with a bunch of orchids appearing on it, with simple lines and very vivid.

"Okay, please use it."

Ye Lan sat up straight and gently pushed the tea bowl towards Chen Tianfeng.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Kafka."

Chen Tianfeng picked up the tea bowl, looked at it carefully, and sniffed the tea fragrance. He didn't want to destroy the orchid pattern on the tea soup, but he also wanted to taste the tea soup.

It's a pity that he didn't have a camera, and he didn't know whether Ye Lan was willing to take photos. Otherwise, he would have to freeze this tea and the person who made the tea in time.

He looked up at Ye Lan, then lowered his eyes, no longer hesitated, and took a sip.

Sure enough, the tea has a pleasant aroma, refreshing and sweet. There is also a hint of bitterness, but it is not abrupt, but rather like a finishing touch, which makes the taste of this tea even better.

"how?"

Ye Lan's eyes were filled with smiles.

"Very good, so good that I can't think of how to describe it."

Chen Tianfeng took another sip, and said sincerely and with emotion: "This is the best tea I have ever tasted. Compared with it, the ones I have tasted before can no longer be called tea."

Especially Mr. Zhongli’s incredibly bitter “tea”, which is completely different from the tea in front of him.

Chen Tianfeng sighed, recalling the tea he drank in Zhongli Courtyard. A phantom bitter taste suddenly appeared on the tip of his tongue. He quickly took another sip to suppress the bitterness.

"That's good. It seems my tea ceremony is still not rusty."

Ye Lan was very satisfied with Chen Tianfeng's praise. She changed the pot of water and put it on the small stove. She said casually, "Brother Chen watched it carefully before. I wonder how much you learned?" "I don't know either. Maybe 70% or 80%, maybe not even 10%." Chen Tianfeng shook his head and said, "There is a big difference between seeing with your eyes and remembering with your brain and operating it yourself."

Understanding and remembering something does not mean that you can reproduce it. The gap between them is sometimes as huge as heaven and earth.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Ye Lan raised her chin and pushed the complicated tea set towards Chen Tianfeng: "There is still some time, I can teach you."

……

Wangshu Inn,

The young immortal stood on a high place and looked down at the road near the inn. There was a caravan there, looking dusty and exhausted. It looked like they were setting out from Mondstadt and heading to Liyue Harbor.

Xiao's gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the caravan, and then he looked away.

Chen Tianfeng is not in this caravan.

So he should still be in Mond, or just left?
Xiao thought about it and wanted to go to the Shimen area to keep an eye on it, but the number of monsters in Dihua Island has fluctuated recently. If he left his post without permission, there was a possibility of trouble.

Although the Emperor said that Chen Tianfeng was most likely to take the road passing through Wangshu Inn to reach Liyue Harbor, he asked him to keep a close eye and return to report if he saw Chen Tianfeng entering Liyue, but it didn't matter if he didn't see him.

But he always wanted to do better.

Xiao pursed his lips and decided to speed up the monster clearing task and squeeze out time to at least take a look at the stone gate.

He closed his eyes lightly, and turned into a ball of green wind mixed with black air and disappeared.

After settling the goods and mules and horses, Vice President of the Bran Chamber of Commerce walked straight to the front desk of the inn with the token in his pocket, intending to pass on the message to Liyue Port through the inn's channel.

……

"Roar……"

King Lei Dou of Qiuqiu let out his last weak roar, and his strong body fell to the ground, splashing a large amount of smoke and dust.

Chen Tianfeng put away his long sword and looked at Ye Lan: "Is this the last one?"

"Yes, the last one."

Ye Lan nodded slightly, then looked at the long sword on Chen Tianfeng's waist, with doubt in her eyes: "Brother Chen's sword seems to be in a wrong state?"

If I'm not mistaken, the color of the blade is a little dull, with a tendency to change from black to grayish white. There are also tiny cracks on it, and it looks like it will break at any time.

"The power I control is too corrosive. The fact that this knife can last this long is beyond my expectation."

Chen Tianfeng drew out his long sword with a clang, brushed his fingers over the blade, felt it carefully, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, it can at least last another month or two. When it really breaks, I will put it away. It will also be good as a souvenir."

This sword, in terms of material and quality, is not as good as his gauntlet, and is not very resistant to the breath of death. And when he fights, he likes to add a layer of flames on the sword, which can effectively cause a lot of damage to the enemy. But at the same time, the blade will also be eroded by the flames, and although he tries hard to control it, he can only slow down the erosion instead of avoiding it.

"The swords produced by Black Rock Factory cannot withstand Brother Chen's strength?" Ye Lan frowned slightly, and then said, "When we return to Liyue Harbor, I will find a good sword for Brother Chen - a real good sword."

Although the sword Chen Tianfeng is using now is not bad, it is a mass-produced model of the Black Rock Factory after all. It is far inferior to the legendary swords that famous masters have devoted their efforts for several years or even dozens of years to create.

"That's great, thank you Miss Kafka."

Chen Tianfeng smiled, sheathed his sword, and walked towards the long-awaited boat with Ye Lan, but he didn't pay too much attention.

Precious swords are hard to find, and precious swords that can withstand the pollution of death are even more rare. Ye Lan probably can't find a long sword of the same level as the arm armor. But even if the level is not up to par, it is also a token of Ye Lan's love. At most, after receiving the new sword, she will only do it for viewing and maintenance, and not use it in actual combat.

(End of this chapter)