In the bathhouse, a natural hot spring flows into the bath along a well-built channel. Erina Nagikiri leaned lazily against the edge of the massive stone block, her headrest on the hot towel soaking in the warm pool water and moaning comfortably. The bathroom is located at the highest point of the hill slope where the manor falls, and the designer of the manor boldly adopts the open bathroom design with a canopy on all sides, which can overlook the beautiful scenery of the surrounding tea plantations during the bath, and the designer cleverly uses a row of low bamboo fences to enclose the bathroom exterior wall, so that the unscrupulous people can not observe the scenery in the bathroom no matter which hill the tea garden is.

Picking up the hair floating on the water, Erina Nagikiri sent it to Joan to smell it gently, and the hair washed by the black tea residue was softer and had the mellow fragrance of tea leaves. The distant hill below the right side of the bathroom flashed for a moment, and was keenly captured by Erina Nagikiri, who sighed and said weakly, "Hasn't he given up yet?" ”

Fu Hua, who was also enjoying the hot springs next to him, turned around and grabbed the telescope on the edge of the bath and looked at the mountain where the flash was coming, and saw a young man holding a high-powered telescope running around in the tea garden on the mountain, changing his position and raising the telescope to look at the bathroom, and replied with a chuckle, "Yes, sometimes I really admire his persistence." ”

"It's a pity that this precious persistence was used in the wrong place by him, don't worry about him, since he is running in the mountains, let him go." Erina Nagikiri slid down, submerged her fair and round shoulders into the hot spring, and said lightly.

There was a few light snaps on the white wooden door and then slowly opened, Shiomi Jun walked in with two clean bathrobes, placed the bathrobes on the shelf, and said with a smile, "Miss Erina, the oil massage has been prepared, and Hayama-kun is making a meal for the afternoon tea." At the end of the massage for the two of us, we can enjoy a sumptuous afternoon tea, followed by dinner with a traditional Indian curry made by Master Krishna. ”

"Our sudden visit has caused trouble for Professor Shiomi." Erina Nagikiri and Fu Hua got up to leave the hot spring bath, only to be greeted by a towel from Jun Shiomi wiping the water droplets on their bodies and then draping their bathrobes.

"There, it is an honor for me and Hayama-kun to be able to visit Miss Erina." Jun Shiomi opened the paper door and walked out first.

Jiang Yunfeng, who ran all the hills near the manor, wiped a handful of sweat beads that gathered on his chin, supported his knees with his hands and panted, he sadly found that the hillside where the manor was located happened to be the commanding height of the entire hilly tea plantation, no wonder he couldn't observe the situation in the bathroom from any angle.

Jiang Yunfeng, who had no choice but to give up, returned to the manor, and the manor built by Ye Shan Liang on the mountain was divided into four independent floors, and there were two auxiliary stairs connecting each floor. Jiang Yunfeng walked through the living room on the second floor and climbed the escalator to the living room on the third floor, where he happened to meet Uncle Billy and Anatoly holding a small wooden basin containing several bottles of vodka spirits and snacks in the corridor outside the door.

Ye Shanliang, who was cutting sandwiches at the cooking table, didn't raise his head and said disgusted to Jiang Yunfeng who pushed the door in: "I said a long time ago that you can't peek into the bathroom from that mountain, you don't have to verify it yourself!" Hurry up and wash off your stinky sweat, the disgusting sour smell affects my sense of smell! ”

Jiang Yunfeng compared a middle finger to him to express his dissatisfaction, the inflammation of his eyes was not good, he couldn't soak in the hot spring, he could only go to the shower to wash off the stinky sweat of his body, and after changing his clothes, Jiang Yunfeng, who was refreshed, returned to the restaurant again, and happened to meet Ye Shan Liang, who was wearing an apron, mixing flour mixed with baking powder, fine salt, and white sugar with low-temperature hard butter with a special tool.

After the low-temperature butter was cut into small pieces by a special tool, Ye Shan Liang put the tool aside and changed to crush all the small pieces of butter in the flour by hand until there were no hard pieces in the flour, beat an egg into a small bowl, pour a certain amount of milk, and beat evenly. Ryo Hayama first pulled out a groove in the flour pile, and then slowly poured the milk mixed with the eggs, pushing the surrounding flour over as he poured it.

The mixed egg milk in the small bowl was not poured but left a little, and Jiang Yunfeng guessed that it should be reserved for coloring the finished product later. The next step of Ye Shan Liang's production was unexpected, Jiang Yunfeng thought that he would knead the flour and form a dough with a smooth surface, but Ye Shan Liang just used a scraper to mix everything, and the whole process was very messy.

"Why don't you rub your hands together! It's so uncomfortable to look at such a mess!! Jiang Yunfeng, who was on the outside of the cooking table, jumped to his feet in a hurry.

"Scones don't need a very smooth dough, kneading them by hand will make the flour strong, and the scones will lose their fluffy texture. Therefore, the more messy the process, the more delicious the scones will be in the end, and obsessive-compulsive disorder like you is not suitable for scones. Ye Shanliang sprinkled a handful of dried cranberries into the dough, stirred well, and sprinkled a layer of dry flour to prevent the dough from sticking to his hands, so that the already messy desk looked even more messy.

Ye Shanliang disagreed, flattened the dough slightly to a thickness of two centimeters, pressed out a few scone rounds with a mold, and the remaining scraps were doughed into a small scone round cake, put the eggs and milk reserved on the baking tray brush and sent to the preheated oven at a temperature of 200 for 15 minutes.

Ye Shanliang, who began to clean up the countertop, looked up at the clock, and said to Jiang Yunfeng, who was still entangled, "Don't be so entangled, hurry up and help make a pot of black tea, Miss Erina, they will be back in a while." ”

Jiang Yunfeng, who was like a cat, spat out, came to the cabinet full of glass jars, looked at the various black teas covering a wall, and asked, "Which one do you want to use?" ”

Hearing this, Ye Shanliang glanced at the small glass jar that did not have any indication on the top edge of the cabinet, Jiang Yunfeng took off the glass jar according to the instructions, and found that the tea contained in it was much darker than the tea leaves in other glass jars, and when he opened the lid, a very strong sour smell after fermentation immediately wafted out.

Preheat the teapot with boiling water to the right temperature, pour out the water in the pot, put in the appropriate amount of tea leaves, and pour boiling water again. Jiang Yunfeng covered the lid of the teapot and added a cotton insulation sleeve, let the teapot sit for five minutes, and waited for the aromatic substances of the black tea to be fully diluted into the tea. The prompt that the oven countdown was completed sounded, and Ye Shanliang took out the baking tray wearing heat-insulated gloves and transferred the golden scones to the cutting board to cool down.

Waiting for the freshly baked scones to be no longer hot, Ye Shan Liang divided them horizontally in two, first coated the lower half of the section with a layer of cranberry jam boiled with fresh cranberries and white sugar, covered with a layer of clotted cream that evaporated the excess water over low heat and then slightly whipped, and finally closed the upper part with a cranberry scone cake and it was completed.

At this time, Erina Nagiri, who had done all kinds of maintenance, also came to the restaurant refreshed, Ye Shan Liang glanced at Jiang Yunfeng, and he carried a three-layer English snack rack full of scones and sandwiches on the table where the three of them sat alone, and then retreated to the side and waited for the orders of the ladies.

Jiang Yunfeng also walked over with the tray on his head, placed the three teacups in front of the three women, poured half a cup of black tea for them, and then added milk and sugar to their liking. Erina Nagi pinched the small silver spoon and stirred the black tea in the teacup, and took a sip of the aroma of the black tea, the purity of the milk and the sweetness of the sugar blended well together, as warm as the afternoon sun.

Putting down the teacup and pinching a piece of scones, the scones will break by themselves with only a little pressure, and the fluffy texture between the cake and the biscuits, and the sweet and sour taste of cranberries make Erina Nagikiri's little heart liver soar again, immersed in the British style of pure English afternoon tea.