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"However, if one day the masters are all doing it themselves, why do you want us slaves and maids to do it?" Lin Wei'er said with a laugh, while lifting the kettle from the stove, "The slave maid just boiled a pot of water, let's use it for you first." ”

As she spoke, Lin Weier took the teapot handed over by Han Moyu, grabbed a handful of tea leaves and put it in, and grabbed a few ginseng slices and a few wolfberries from the medicine bag in front of her, picked up the kettle in front of her, poured the water into it, and covered the teapot lid.

"It's a pre-roasted tea, and it's a lot of trouble. A real master of making tea, you can't make a mistake in the process of selecting tea, stir-frying tea, and making tea, otherwise the taste of this tea will be very different. The slave doesn't know how to fry tea, this tea is transported from the south in the New Year, and even the effort to make tea is less than half a bowl of water. Lin Weier said.

"No, no, drink tea, where did you come from so much attention?" Han Moyu watched her make tea with joy, thanked her, picked up the teapot and was about to leave, but heard Lin Weier shouting behind her back: "Young master, it's not good yet!"

Han Moyu turned his head suspiciously, only to hear Lin Wei'er giggle: "The young master is really a master who is easy to serve." If it was the young master, he would never drink the tea that was brewed for the first time. ”

As she spoke, Lin Weier smiled and took the teapot from Han Moyu's hand, poured out the tea, and rinsed it again before handing it to Han Moyu: "The tea for the first time can't be drunk, you have to pour it out, it's called washing tea." If you brew it next, you can drink it. But we must master the heat, if the brewing time is too short, the fragrance can not come out, and if the brewing time is too long, the tea will be bitter and cold. Okay, do you want the slave to send you to your room?"

"No, I'll do it myself. Han Moyu waved his hand again and again, picked up the teapot and left.

"Be careful with the burning. Next time, if you need anything, call for it, and the slave will take care of it for you. Lin Weier said sweetly in the back.

"Thank you, Sister Wei. You're so nice. Han Moyu's heart was sweet, and this time he happily ran back with the teapot. I only heard Lin Weier shouting from behind: "Young Master Moyu, slow down! Also, don't leave it for too long, otherwise it won't be fragrant." ”

Han Moyu pushed open the door, but saw Han Changyu sitting against the head of the bed, and the two maidservants had left at some point.

"Why is it so slow?" Han Changyu frowned slightly.

"I have done my best. I'm not lazy. Han Mo poured a cup of tea, took it over, and looked at Han Changyu happily. Han Changyu frowned and said, "I didn't burn the teacup and brought it over." ”

Han Mo's tone was not in one place, and he said in his heart: What a difficult young master! I was about to withdraw my hand to take back the cup of tea, but I saw that Han Changyu had already taken the teacup. He lifted the lid, sniffed, took a sip, frowned, and put it down again.

"How's it going, is it delicious?" asked Han Moyu with a blank eye. In the distance, the fragrance of tea has already wafted over.

Han Changyu glanced up at Han Moyu, put down the teacup, and said, "It's far worse than what I drink on weekdays." ”

Han Mo said in a puffed tone, "If you don't drink me, I'll drink it, and it's so hypocritical to drink tea!" Who would have thought that the tea was piping hot, she screamed when she was hot, and tears flowed down immediately.

Han Changyu said angrily and funny: "It's hot, right? I just told the truth...... Why are you so excited? Come, let me see, is it hot or not?"

Han Moyu only felt a stream of heat rushing down her esophagus, burning her tears, and she glared at Han Changyu with hatred.

Han Changyu stretched out his hand to pull Han Moyu to his side and sat down, stretched out his hand to scratch her nose, and said, "Suffer, right? This is called eating a trench and growing wisdom. Okay, don't cry, I'll call the doctor later, okay? It's me who doesn't want to tease you......"

The burning sensation faded, and Han Moyu only felt that the tip of his tongue and throat had become numb. However, there was a faint scent of flowers escaping from between her teeth. How can there be a smell of flowers? There are no flowers in here? Han Moyu was thinking when he suddenly heard a knock at the door.

"Young Master Yu, are you awake, let the slave maid serve you to change your clothes and wash up. Outside the door, a gentle voice sounded.

"Come in. Han Changyu replied.

Two seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls pushed the door open, one dressed in blue clothes and carrying a basin of water, the other dressed in pink clothes and carrying a plate with a towel on it, a plain porcelain tea cup, and a gilt potbelly pot.

After the two of them entered the door, they both put their things on the table, turned around and walked to the bedside, gave a salute, and said in unison: "Young Master, please let the slave maid change your clothes first." Han Changyu said, "Okay." ”

The two girls got up and stepped forward to change their clothes and pants for Han Changyu. **, who only slept all night, was rubbed out of some creases and was a little wrinkled. You can imagine how the owner of the ** tossed and turned last night and couldn't sleep peacefully. The maidservant stretched the screen open, isolating Han Moyu's gaze.

Through the translucent screen, Han Moyu saw that the maid was slowly fading Han Changyu's ** with her soft and dexterous hands, and Han Changyu's back was exposed.

Han Moyu stood there embarrassed, his eyes glanced at the looming outline behind the translucent screen, and suddenly remembered the events of that night, his face turned crimson all of a sudden, and he hurriedly lowered his head and hid to the side, but accidentally touched the vase on the table, fortunately she was caught by her eyes quickly, and gently put it back.

At this time, Han Changyu had already changed his clothes, and the maidservant removed the screen. Han Changyu glanced at Han Moyu's face and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Why is your face red?" Han Moyu glanced at Han Changyu fiercely, and quickly lowered his head and didn't speak.

"What are you glaring at me for?" Han Changyu saw Han Moyu's face red for a while, white for a while, and then glared at him fiercely, feeling funny in his heart, and smiled: "Where did I annoy you again?"

Han Moyu didn't say a word, just lowered her head and played with the corners of her clothes. Han Changyu saw that Han Mo didn't answer, and chuckled in his heart, and when she was playing with a child's temper, he didn't pay attention to it. He took the towel handed by the maidservant, wiped his face, and took the cup of water and rinsed it. The handmaid combed his hair for him.

Seeing that Han Moyu was still lowering his head, Han Changyu asked, "By the way, what are you doing looking for me?" The day before yesterday came to me in the middle of the night, but today it was before dawn. What the hell came to me?"

"I ...... I was just passing by......" Han Moyu thought for a moment and lied.

"Really, passing by, can't you change a fresh excuse?" Han Changyu raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and waved his hand, and the maids finished cleaning up and bowed and retreated. "Well, now there's no one else. You sue me, what are you looking for me, why do you always feel in a hurry?"