Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 40
After a pause, Fan Qingtian looked at the beige tea, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc and continued, "The tea is decorated with the color of peony, and boiling water will directly bring out the tea fragrance. The beige color of the tea means brewing The temperature and time are just right, the entrance is fragrant, warm and cold, the taste is special, and the fragrance lingers on the teeth for a long time."

"The color and fragrance are delicious, and the tea is good. I never expected Death God to make such excellent tea. Fan Qing admires it." Fan Qingtian praised without hesitation.

Ever since Fan Qingtian's master passed away, Fan Qingtian hadn't had such a good cup of tea. At this moment, she was in a good mood, and even the tense atmosphere eased a little.

However, Fan Qingtian's tea art is not bad, but since her master passed away, she has not had the time to study tea art.

Although praised by Fan Qingtian, Death's face was still calm and unwavering, and his calm voice echoed, "Your tea is not bad, so let's make a cup of tea for me next."

As if she had already expected that the god of death would let her do this, Fan Qingtian nodded slightly.

Picking up the iron kettle full of hot water in his hand, Fan Qingtian activated his inner strength, directly turning the scalding hot water into ice water, and the cold breath came out from the iron kettle, and the cold breath made people tremble.

Randomly sprinkle tea leaves irregularly, then Fan Qingtian pours the catalyzed ice-cold water into the teacup at will until the water is about to overflow.

"Please." Fan Qingtian raised his hand as a gesture of please.

The eyes of the god of death glanced slightly at Fan Qingtian's flawless face, and then looked away. With his white fingers, he gracefully picked up the tea brewed by Fan Qingtian, and took a sip.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, the god of death said calmly, "The tea is good tea, but it's a pity it's ruined."

"The taste of the tea is different because of the different moods. The God of Death's tea art is superb. I don't think it is as good as it is, so I have to ruin the good tea." Fan Qingtian said seriously without any embarrassment on his face.

Fan Qingtian's move was intentional. She didn't want to make tea for the god of death every night when she had nothing to do. Her time is precious now.

Naturally knowing that Fan Qingtian did it on purpose, there was no dissatisfaction on the face of Death God, and the voice echoed and said calmly, "It's getting late, let's call it a day."

The god of death waved his hand lightly, and before Fan Qingtian could react, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

The sky was pale, and the sun's rays penetrated into the room through the gap in the door.

On the bed, Fan Qingtian was still practicing cross-legged last night, but her cross-legged legs were being pillowed by a beautiful little boy who looked like a ceramic doll. Vibrating slightly like butterfly wings, his small hands wrapped around Fan Qingtian's waist, with a trace of crystal hala flowing from the corner of his mouth, he muttered, "Chicken leg, smack, what a big chicken leg, ah, ah, don't run away chicken legs, don't chicken rabbits!" run……"

Suddenly opened his eyes, Fan Qingtian narrowed his eyes slightly to adapt to the dazzling sunlight, and at the same time, Fan Qingtian felt his thighs were very numb, and then he looked down and saw Mo Ziyuan lying on his pillow. Her legs, hugging her waist, are dreaming of gourmet food.

Slightly startled, Fan Qingtian looked at Mo Ziyuan's peaceful sleeping face, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, when did this little guy come to her room?
Taking a deep breath, Fan Qingtian stretched out his hands to remove Mo Ziyuan from his legs. At this moment, Mo Ziyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and when he saw Fan Qingtian woke up, his eyes immediately lit up. She shouted joyfully, "Mother, mother, you are awake..."

Calmly looking at Mo Ziyuan who was shaking her waist excitedly, Fan Qingtian said indifferently, "When did you break into my room? Your father will be angry if he finds out that you came here."

Mo Ziyuan got up from Fan Qingtian's body, stood on the bed, and lay obediently behind Fan Qingtian, and said with a glutinous voice, "My father went to the mechanism pavilion to build a mechanism. Daddy won't leave the customs, mother, I called you for a long time last night and you didn't wake up, I thought mother ignored me."

After talking about it, Mo Ziyuan looked aggrieved.

Pulling Mo Ziyuan in front of him, Fan Qingtian said with a faint smile, "Then go back quickly, don't let other people worry about you."

Ignoring Fan Qingtian's desire to drive him away, Mo Ziyuan quickly climbed off Fan Qingtian's bed, then quickly walked towards the table, and wrapped a piece of oil paper on the stool next to the table. After getting it in his hand, he ran back towards Fan Qingtian who was on the bed as fast as he could.

"Mother, mother, Ziyuan brought you chicken legs..." Mo Ziyuan panted heavily, and said happily, and handed the chicken legs wrapped in oil paper to Fan Qingtian with both hands. I look forward to Fan Qingtian looking at Fan Qingtian with a happy expression.

He gave his mother his favorite food, and mother must be as happy as him.

Looking at Mo Ziyuan who was full of anticipation, Fan Qingtian really couldn't bear to hit Mo Ziyuan, stretched out his hand and rubbed Mo Ziyuan's head, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Zi Yuan is good."

Then Fan Qingtian took the chicken leg from Mo Ziyuan's hand, and opened the oiled paper.

Although the drumsticks cooled, the warmth was not lost.

When Mo Ziyuan saw Fan Qingtian smiled and praised him for his good behavior, he immediately became giddy, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

Directly heat the chicken leg with internal force, the aroma overflowing from the chicken leg is even more tempting. At this moment, Mo Ziyuan stared at the chicken leg in Fan Qingtian's hand, smacking his lips, but he didn't want to grab it with Fan Qingtian .

Seeing the tangled expression in Mo Ziyuan's eyes staring at the chicken leg in her hand, Fan Qingtian shook his head lightly, condensed his sword fingers, and the internal force transformed into a sharp edge separated the chicken leg into two halves, and handed half of the chicken leg to Mo Zi In front of Yuan, "Here, we are half of each other."

Immediately his eyes lit up, Mo Ziyuan poked his head like a chicken pecking rice, and said happily in a soft voice with a coquettish tone, "Mother, you are really good to me, Ziyuan likes mother so much. "

"Okay, let's eat quickly." Fan Qingtian said with a light smile.

Although Fan Qingtian really wanted to refuse to be entangled with Mo Ziyuan, but for such a child, she couldn't help but think of her father's death when she was a child and her lonely appearance, so she couldn't help but drive Mo Ziyuan away.

The two of them each had half of the chicken drumsticks, and soon they finished eating. Mo Ziyuan licked his lips without saying anything, with a smile on his face.

Fan Qingtian carried him to the dressing table to wash up, and Mo Ziyuan obediently let Fan Qingtian play with him.

Combing Mo Ziyuan's messy short hair, looking at the well-behaved Mo Ziyuan in the bronze mirror, suddenly asked curiously, "Ziyuan, has your biological mother passed away?"

(End of this chapter)