Marriage is heartwarming: Good morning, CEO husband

Chapter 223 The golden and clear liquid, the light flows quietly, as if it can store time
The three people present all knew in their hearts who Lu Linyuan said 'sit down' just now, but Lu Qiaotian took Yu Xiaoxiao's hand and gently held her shoulder, "Grandpa told you to sit down, sit down."

Yu Xiaoxiao saw that Lu Qiaotian didn't intend to sit down, so she shook her head and said to him, "It's okay, I'll be with you."

Yu Xiaoxiao followed her plan, turned her head, and said very politely and politely: "Grandpa, thank you, I'll just stand up, and Miss Wei, you can sit down, don't worry about me and Qiao Tian."

Lu Linyuan's face was not very good-looking.

Not a word was spoken.

And Wei Weiwei's face froze, which clearly separated her relationship with Lu Qiaotian consciously.

Lu Linyuan slowly picked up a cup of green tea on the small round table, took a sip, and was about to speak.

The four people present heard hearty laughter from far away.

Yu Xiaoxiao and Lu Qiaotian turned around and looked back. Qi Wenshan was wearing a black sun hat, from far to near.

"Uncle Qi."

"curator?"

Yu Xiaoxiao was slightly surprised.

First, Lu Qiaotian knew him and called him Uncle Qi.

Second, as the curator of the Paris Art Exhibition, Qi Wenshan should definitely not be here at this time of day. He should be at the Paris Wedding Dress Exhibition.

Qi Wenshan nodded and looked at the two cuddling each other, seemed very satisfied, and smiled kindly at Yu Xiaoxiao: "Since you are Qiao Tian's wife, just call me Uncle Qi, you don't have to be so polite."

What Qi Wenshan said was not a cliché, ever since he saw Lu Linyuan say that the day before yesterday, he recognized Yu Xiaoxiao from the bottom of his heart.

After Qi Wenshan greeted the two briefly, he paid attention to Lu Linyuan who was sitting on a chair with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

"Yo, Brother Lu is here too..."

Qi Wenshan said this, as if he just saw Lu Linyuan.

Seeing that there were still juniors here, Lu Linyuan restrained himself from scolding Qi Wenshan.

Seeing Qi Wenshan and Lu Linyuan, Yu Xiaoxiao realized to her surprise that they both knew each other and seemed to have a close relationship.

"Why are you standing there, both of you, come and sit, Xiaoxiao, hurry up and sit..."

couple...

Yu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but blushed slightly.

He knew in his heart that Qi Wenshan was helping them.

He looked at Qi Wenshan gratefully and nodded.

Lu Qiaotian understood, and sat down next to Yu Xiaoxiao.

After Qi Wenshan finished speaking, he also said to Wei Weiwei: "What is Wei Wei doing here, sit down too."

As soon as Qi Wenshan sat down, the atmosphere became more active.

On Lu Linyuan's left is Lu Qiaotian, and on his right is Wei Weiwei. Lu Qiaotian is sitting next to Yu Xiaoxiao, and sitting next to him is Qi Wenshan.

Wei Weiwei couldn't express her anger, Qi Wenshan was like a wall, deliberately separating her from Lu Qiaotian.

Qi Wenshan took a sip of tea and asked, "By the way, God Qiao, when will your wedding with Xiaoxiao be held? I can spare time to attend."

Lu Linyuan coughed a few times: "I haven't agreed to the wedding yet, where did the wedding come from?"

Qi Wenshan pretended not to understand Lu Linyuan's words, and played sloppy eyes: "Brother Lu, this is your fault. You should also care about Qiao Tian's marriage. Qiao Tian announced it at the press conference a long time ago..."

Qi Wenshan shifted the focus, and it became that Lu Linyuan didn't care about his grandson's marriage, so it became that he didn't know, not that he disagreed.

Lu Linyuan pulled his face, but still did not let go: "The Lu family's wedding is always held by the patriarch's representative!"

The implication is that what Lu Qiaotian announced is not counted, and it has not been approved by the Lu family.

Lu Qiaotian smiled faintly: "Grandpa, the times are different, sticking to the rules will only lead to failure."

Insinuatingly satirized Lu Linyuan's views on family status.

Qi Wenshan also smiled and said, "Yeah, Qiao Tian, ​​you young people, I am old."

Wei Weiwei was present, but she felt that she was the extra person.

Wei Weiwei saw that there was no more tea in Qi Wenshan's cup, and the color of the tea became much lighter.

Finally found something to talk about, said a few words to the waiter, and took a special tea set for making tea from a purple clay pot from upstairs.

"Uncle Qi, it seems that you like drinking tea so much. I have a bag of freshly picked Maojian here. Let me make you a cup."

Qi Wenshan smiled and said nothing, and nodded his head in tacit agreement.

Wei Weiwei's movements were elegant and smooth, seeing the other four people's gazes on her, she couldn't help feeling proud.

She thought to herself: Fortunately, she has learned how to make tea.

But after a sip, the taste can only be described as average.

"Weiwei, your tea is too new."

"is it?"

There was a slight joy on Wei Weiwei's face.

He didn't hear the meaning behind Qi Wenshan's words.

"Too young will be astringent, too old to be weak."

Yu Xiaoxiao took a sip of tea. When she was young, her grandfather also liked tea, so she knew about it.

This sentence is a jargon among tea drinkers, and Qi Wenshan suddenly became interested: "Xiaoxiao also likes to drink tea? As far as I know, young people seem to drink coffee more."

"It's true that people drink more coffee. The pace of life is fast, and I like everything faster. Few people will calm down and sip a cup of tea."

Yu Xiaoxiao couldn't help being sentimental, thinking of the time when she was in the country and basking in the sun with her grandfather in the afternoon.

"This doesn't sound like the emotion of a young man like you..."

Qi Wenshan smiled.

Yu Xiaoxiao realized it later, lowered her eyes, and shifted her gaze to the cup she was holding in her hand. It was a golden and clear liquid, and the light flowed quietly, as if it could store time.

"My grandfather said it, but I just copied it mechanically..."

She turned her eyes and saw that the tea was running out, so she stood up, "Miss Wei, do you mind if I use your purple sand pot to make tea?"

Wei Weiwei glanced at Yu Xiaoxiao viciously in her heart, but smiled gently on her face: "Please, I didn't expect Miss Yu to be able to make tea."

Making tea is a profound skill that tests one's patience and comprehension.

Ordinary people really don't have the leisure time to learn.

Ah.

Yu Xiaoxiao smiled faintly, not making any distinctions.

I saw that when Yu Xiaoxiao was making tea, she took a step ahead of Wei Weiwei, deliberately overflowing the water in the teapot, letting the water overflow the teapot itself.

"Miss Yu, there seems to be too much water..."

Yu Xiaoxiao raised her head calmly, glanced at her, then lowered her eyes, continued to lower her head, and completed the action in her hand.

After soaking, Yu Xiaoxiao served everyone a cup.

"Xiaoxiao, you probably have several years of experience in making tea, right? Not bad!"

Qi Wenshan seemed to have thought of something, and continued: "Tea making itself is not only about making tea, but also about making a pot. Water feeds a pot, and a pot feeds tea."

The overflowing water will moisten the pot itself, which will make the pot more durable as it is used.

Qi Wenshan praised, Yu Xiaoxiao blushed embarrassedly, and said humbly: "Thank you, Uncle Qi, I only learned it from my grandfather, and it's just a trick."

"Your grandfather taught you? It seems that a famous teacher gave birth to an excellent apprentice. I have long wanted to learn this authentic tea-making technique, but I didn't expect you to be able to, Xiaoxiao. Where does your grandfather live? Or is it in City A?"

Both Lu Qiaotian and Yu Xiaoxiao stayed in City A, so he guessed that her grandfather was also in City A.

Mentioning grandpa, Yu Xiaoxiao's eyes dimmed: "My grandpa liked to drink tea very much when he was alive. When I was young, I watched him making tea, and I would make trouble, always getting the tea made by grandpa everywhere... ..."

Hearing what she said, Qi Wenshan couldn't help feeling a little shy.

(End of this chapter)