"Jiuqing, drink water!"

A cup of pale yellow tea with the fragrance of flowers was pushed in front of Mo Jiuxiao.

Luo An'an is simply a!

It's just that I drank a tea, made a teacup and made a teapot! and then used the wood spirit power to give birth to the wild chrysanthemums in the yard and concocted it. Finally, boil water to make tea!

Half an hour passed, and a pot of fresh chrysanthemum tea was brewed. Mo Jiuxiao was dumbfounded!

What should I do, I suddenly found that the five spirit roots are the real practical zero roots! What can his thunder spirit roots do, chop wood? Don't be kidding, that's not as good as the sword embryo!

Speaking of sword embryos, the imprint on Mo Jiuxiao's arm has been waiting to move. The sword embryo is inside, and it can be wronged. Mo Jiuxiao suddenly contracted it and forgot it, but he also threw away all its upgrade materials!

Mo Jiuxiao took a sip of tea, it was unexpectedly delicious! This is really strange, the tea brewed by the fox with good spring water tea set tea leaves on weekdays is extremely unpalatable, but in such a humble situation, he can actually brew a pot of tea with a unique taste.

Someone has mixed feelings in his heart, and he can't tell what it tastes like.

Luo An'an's eyes were shining, full of anticipation: "How is it?"

"Not bad. The shovel officer complimented.

"Really?" Luo An'an looked excited, "Then the baby will set up a stall to buy it tomorrow!"

"Ahem. Mo Jiuxiao choked, but couldn't bear to discourage the fox's enthusiasm: "Well, business will be fine." ”

An Baobao looked proud: "The baby also thinks so, wait for me to design the pattern in a while, I can definitely make a very exquisite tea set, and finally it is very popular!"

"Hmm. …… Hmmm???"

Mo Jiuxiao reacted this time, the emotional little thing doesn't plan to sell tea?

Afterwards, An Baobao's explanation was: Tea is worthless, and no matter how much it is sold, it will not be able to make a fortune. It's better to sell the gap directly.

In short, zero cost, high return.

When everything was finalized, Luo An'an went to ponder the style of painting. But suddenly, she was stunned again, and said cutely: "Jiuqing, we don't have paper and pen." ”

"No pen and paper. Mo Jiuxiao directly took a lump of mud from Luo An'an's hand and kneaded it into a general outline. Finally, the pattern was carved on it little by little, and it was a beautiful auspicious cloud pattern. After waiting for about the same, Mo Jiuxiao adjusted the details again.

In the end, Mo Jiuxiao also asked Luo An'an to smear a layer of liquid medicine on it, which made Luo An'an let go of his hand to calcin.

The final product is stunning, the small teacup is pure black throughout, but the auspicious cloud pattern carved by the ink Jiuxiao is white. Looking at it from a distance, the teacup is high-end and atmospheric, and it is very handy.

Mo Jiuxiao looked at the finished product and asked Luo An'an to add a thin metal edge to the mouth and bottom of the teacup. The teacup immediately had a luxurious taste again.

An Baobao's heart is lying down, and the shovel officer is also very powerful! Maybe they could have supported themselves by selling teacups before.

Uncle Mo showed a hint of satisfaction at this time, and then regarded it as his own special teacup.

"Luo Luo will rest first today, and I will go out to investigate the situation in a while, and then come back and plan carefully. Mo Jiuxiao knew that his little thing seemed calm on the outside, but in fact, his heart was tense.

It's time to get tired now, too.

Luo An'an really yawned and nodded slowly: "What about the wind and snow?"

Mo Jiuxiao's face darkened, and he made no secret of his dislike for him: "Let's let him be a bug for a few more days." ”