Drifting along the river, far and near replaced, the original shadow gradually appeared, and it turned out to be a deserted village.

The paper boat moored at a pier and stopped.

Dust landing.

Seeing that there was no movement behind him, he turned to look at the girl, but saw that the other party's eyebrows were lowered, his hands were clasped, and he hadn't gotten up yet.

"Do you want me to make tea for you here?" asked Luochen.

Of course, he would not think that the boat was going around just to change the shore. It's just that the girl looks struggling, as if she is secretly entangled in what is going on, and he can't find it clear to ask.

After waiting for a while, and perhaps convincing herself, the girl got up and disembarked, accompanied by the candlelight, and walked ahead as she crossed the dust.

Falling dust didn't say much, and the paper crane and the box automatically followed.

The village had long been barren and devastated and overgrown with weeds, and wherever the girl set foot in her path, she saw that it was as if she had sprinkled herbicides, and in an instant she exposed the mud and carved her own way.

When you don't have a long walk, you come to the door of a courtyard.

Looking at the area of the house and the furnishings, it used to be a peasant family with a small population. It's just that the house has long been empty, and the courtyard is rotten, and it is the same as the surroundings, exuding a heavy and dead air.

The spider on the eaves saw that people were approaching, smelled the smell and abandoned the webs and fled.

The girl stood still in front of the door, hesitated slightly, picked up the fallen door leaf and set it aside, and stepped into the door. Then led the dust all the way to the kitchen, as if he was familiar with the door.

Luochen had already seen the kitchen with Yaosuo, and knew that this was a place to start a fire. So he picked up the empty space, signaled the box to the ground, and then took out the kettle and prepared to work.

Who knows, before the tea cooking materials are out of the box, the girl actually flew up and kicked the four elephant kettles far away.

The dust was surprised.

"Pot. The girl also seemed to realize that her demeanor was abrupt, and she spit out a word with a slight sneer.

Dusty let out a sigh of relief and turned to the stove.

If you want people to make tea in a pot, just say it, it's scary.

Although the house is broken, the pot stove is still complete. Luochen thought that since the other party was not allowed to use the Four Elephant Fire Kettle, he probably didn't like to use the magic fairy method to cook tea here, so he was ready to imitate mortal fireworks honestly and effectively.

Although the stove is complete, it is full of dust, and there are insect eggs and corpses. It needs to be cleaned first.

Water is also needed to cook tea, and the dust is then transferred to the side of the tank.

When I looked at it, the cylinder head was long gone, and it contained half a tank of turbid liquid, and it was unknown whether the remaining water had not been used up, or whether it had rained through the leaky house. Anyway, whether it's washing or cooking, it can't be used.

The dust had to be turned to the well platform again.

The bucket was still there, but—just picked it up, it was heard to be commotion and fall apart. The hemp rope was already crispy, and it broke into several pieces when touched. The hoops and wood were rotting and fell to the ground in pieces.

Luochen glared at the devastation on the ground and turned his head to look inside.

The girl ignored him, and didn't look this way.

Luochen sighed secretly, looked around the yard, found some things, and barely put the broken wooden strips together again, dragged the rope with countless knots, and lowered the well.

Later, I carried the broken bucket all the way back to the kitchen, but I felt that my eyes were bright.

The room was already dusty, and the girl sat on a stool beside her, waiting for tea.

Luochen didn't dare to ask her whether she used a spell or a rag, and walked straight to the stove. Seeing that the cauldron was looking new, he took a bucket and poured the water down.

The water is gone, and the next step is to cook over the fire.

There was dry firewood and thatch, and they were piled up behind the stove, but the dust was not good at this, and the house was full of smoke, and there was no fire to rise.

Bang dang.

The four elephant kettles, which were disliked before, were kicked back again.

Falling dust looked at the girl.

The girl had clearly misread his expression, blinked, and pointed a little towards the Four Elephants kettle. In an instant, the kettle disintegrated, and the Suzaku flapped its wings and flew away, burrowing into the stove.

Falling dust covered his face twitching, and turned around to bury his head in the box to get the tea ingredients.

If the Spring Plague Divine Envoy had known that his magic weapon had suffered this, he probably wouldn't have agreed to borrow it so readily before, right?

Ami Tofu, I hope that after using it up, this plague god will remember to restore it for him.

It's busy, the house is fragrant, and the tea is ready.

Before I could say hello, I saw the girl find a porcelain bowl and a small spoon from the bamboo cupboard on the side, scooped a bowl in her hand spontaneously, and did not take it to the table to enjoy it slowly.

Luochen obviously saw that there seemed to be a full expression on the cold face, but when she picked up the spoon and was about to scoop the second bowl, the faint hint of pleasure faded again, and she was stunned at the cauldron.

Staying in a daze, just when Luochen thought that she was in a time, the girl suddenly opened her mouth: "You have also been in the mortal world?"

"Been there. "Not counting the contact with mortals in the Heavenly Pillar, Nataihuai Town has always been there.

Seeing that there was a story hidden in her words, Luochen couldn't help but guess, could it be that this plague god's strange temperament and taste preferences were due to mortal experience?

I wanted to ask a few questions, but I saw the girl holding a spoon and knocking on the edge of the pot, and then dropped the bowl and spoon and went to sit silently.

Without the translation of the paper crane, the dust will understand, find the jar and sieve the tea soup in the pot to fill it with juice, and then continue to cook the second pot.

I don't understand what the people in the Plague Temple are thinking, the jar that Zhang Yuanbo found for Luochen is really spiritual, and it is only the size of an interstitial screen for a few cases, but he is not satisfied with how to pretend it.

Luochen had no intention of perfunctory, and he didn't want to deliberately dilute it with water, so he had to follow the recipe of the first time, boiling one pot after another, and pouring one pot after another, until a large box of materials was used up, and then the bottleneck was approaching.

I left the last bit and put it in a porcelain bowl and held it for the girl.

If there is no disgust, there is always a sense of kindness.

The girl saw that he had been busy for a long time without complaint, and at this moment he specially brought a bowl of freshly out of the pot, how could there be no fluctuations in her heart?

The first time I got the taste of this tea, I already had a good feeling, and I saw him not mentioning his own demands along the way, and his attitude was not deliberately close or alienated, so it was inevitable to measure. At this time, he took the initiative to speak: "Why don't you like to talk?"

Luochen said in his heart, it's not that I don't want to speak, but I just don't know how to speak appropriately.

Seeing that she was interested in talking, she first asked a question: "The divine envoy knows how to cook tea better than me, but why do you like this taste?"

I have tasted the things I made, and the taste is barely acceptable, but compared to the jasper tea of the Spring Plague Divine Envoy, it is incomparable. To be so loved by the plague god, well, people are a little flattered.

The girl stirred the teaspoon and lowered her eyebrows and said: "People in the world drink tea, from complex to simple, from coarse to refined, and the tea soup cooked by these old methods has long been spit on as 'ditch wastewater'. But they don't understand, there are some tastes, which can never be replaced.

My mother was born in the countryside, and she couldn't learn the methods of those ladies and ladies of big families, so she only knew how to put the flowers and fruits dried and stored in the four seasons into the pot as much as possible, and give her family a bowl of tea soup that she thought should be the most popular and the best. ”

took a sip, slightly hooked the corners of his lips and said, "It's also difficult for you, it's very similar to my mother." ”

Luochen touched his lips and nose when he heard this, and he didn't know whether he should take this as a compliment.

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