President, I stole your baby

Chapter 433 A Guest (1)

"You glutton." Yan Yan let go of Lin Qingran and kept holding his hand, walked in front of Xu Xinjie, and said with a serious face, as if he was a little adult.

On the contrary, Xu Xinjie didn't feel shy at all, she stuck out her tongue at Yanyan childishly, "How about it, do you feel envious when you see Mama Wu treating me so well?"

"Hmph, not really." Yanyan turned his head to the side, and then stuck out his tongue at Xu Xinjie, "When you're not around, Mama Wu is very nice to me every day, okay, I can eat whatever I want."

The two childish people hugged Mama Wu and quarreled, "They used to be like this. Every time they come here, Baibai likes Mama Wu's food very much."

"The house is very lively." Lin Qingran couldn't laugh or cry, "Let's sit here." Between the words, she didn't realize that she had already tacitly regarded herself as the hostess of the house, and she even forgot that maybe Zhong Yao was better than him. She has stayed in this home longer and is more familiar with everything here than she is.

But now, Zhong Yao is full of strangeness to this place. It is obvious that it has not been long since he came here last time, and the tables and chairs here are still familiar to him, but inexplicably, he just regards himself as a The guest, even inexplicably felt a little restrained.

After he sat on the sofa, Lin Qingran asked thoughtfully, "What do you drink? Tea is the most common thing here. I usually drink more tea, but there is also coffee." She smiled apologetically.

"It's fine to drink tea, did you make it yourself?" Zhong Yao didn't care much, he gave the impression that the son is like a jade, and Mo Shangshi is unparalleled in the world.

Lin Qingran thought that Zhong Yao was drinking that kind of high-end coffee, but he didn't expect him to be able to drink tea, "I don't brew too much, so you can take care of it if it doesn't taste good."

Zhong Yao nodded, and Lin Qingran walked towards the kitchen. At this time, Mama Wu had freed her hand, "Mama Wu, where are my tea-making tools."

"Here, Miss." Wu Ma took out the expensive tea set from the cupboard. It was bought by Lu Zimo for Lin Qingran. She didn't know the price, but she knew it was not cheap. "Finally here we come." A person who can understand Miss Lin's craft." Wu Ma said happily.

"What do you mean, Mama Wu?" Lin Qingran stopped when she took the tea set and was about to leave.

Wu Ma was stunned for a moment, and then she said clearly, "Miss Lin doesn't know yet, our Mr. Zhong Yao knows how to make tea, but when he came to our house before, no one at home knew how to make tea. Just drink some of the tea I made, the taste is not very good."

"Zhong Yao knows tea." Lin Qingran stood there for a long time as if struck by lightning, unable to move, "He often drinks tea."

"That's right, Miss Lin, you guys have met a bosom friend." Wu Ma said with a smile.

But Lin Qingran couldn't stop laughing. If a person like Zhong Yao learns something, he must learn it well. Then she is a classmate. She has only tasted tea for a few years, not to mention learning tea. For this matter, Lu Zimo knew she liked it, so he once hired a teacher for her, but she was always too difficult to fish for two days, and she didn't learn so much from the teacher, and now she is suffering and can't tell.

On the way to the living room, she even felt that her whole body was a little stiff. After she put the tea set on the coffee table, she made an excuse, "Well, I'll go upstairs and change my clothes first, and I'll be right back."

"En." Zhong Yao kept smiling.

After going upstairs, the first thing Lin Qingran did was to call Lu Zimo, "Hello."

"What happened." Hearing her anxious voice, Lu Zimo couldn't help worrying.

"Is that friend of yours very good at tea art?" She still had a little bit of luck in her heart.

"Zhong Yao has studied for a while, so it's on par with you." Although Lu Zimo doesn't understand this, he can tell whether the tea is good or not.

Lin Qingran's face darkened, and her voice was muffled, "Then I told him just now that I want to make tea for him, isn't it just a big knife in front of Guan Gong?"

"He doesn't drink as much as you do." Hearing this, Lu Zimo could already hear what she was worried about, "They didn't leave."

"That's right." Lin Qingran said angrily, "He sent us back, I'll invite him to come in and have a seat."

"It's okay, what do you usually do, and how do you still do it now." Lu Zimo still tried to comfort her.

"Well, I see." After hanging up the phone, she was still a little uneasy about what would happen later.

Uneasy, she changed her clothes, and when she was at the stairs on the second floor, she smelled the fragrance of tea. She couldn't help being curious, and quickened her pace.

After going downstairs, as expected, she saw that Zhong Yao was already tinkering with her tea set, she stepped forward two steps faster, just as Zhong Yao had just made the last cup of tea.

Seeing her coming, he smiled and said, "You don't mind if I use your things."

"I don't mind." Lin Qingran waved her hands repeatedly.

"It's just right, now you can have a taste. I saw your things here just now, and I couldn't help itching for a moment, and the class door is axed." Zhong Yao took the tea and handed it to Lin Qingran who had already sat down.

Lin Qingran took it with both hands, Zhong Yao didn't need the tea, just by the smell, she knew that Zhong Yao must be more skillful than herself, she put the tea on the tip of her nose, smelled it first, and then After trying the temperature of the tea, she didn't start tasting the tea until she felt the temperature was about the same, because in front of Zhong Yao, Zhong Yao knew tea, so she took every step carefully.

She didn't start to drink tea until the third step. After drinking the tea, she really felt that Zhong Yao was really humble just now. She sipped the tea, and the tea soup swirled in her mouth. , This is her favorite tea, Biluochun, it is fragrant and sweet in the mouth, and it is fragrant and sweet when tasted again.

"This tea is beautiful." Lin Qingran expressed her sincere admiration.

Zhong Yao said modestly, "It's just superficial, I'm not good at learning."

In today's impetuous society, you can really sit down and make a pot of tea for yourself, and you can enjoy a kind of leisure, a kind of indifference, a kind of tranquility during the process of making tea, and slow down your own way of life. This is simply a luxury.

But Zhong Yao's ability to have such a state of mind made her admire him, his temperament made her feel in a trance that he was not from this era, as if he came from a long time ago, peaceful and elegant.

(End of this chapter)