Chapter Twenty-Nine: Tea (II)

Shen Yuan was already a half-old child that year, and Mo Yuan still didn't feel serious. Shen Yuan put his arms around his adoptive mother's neck, but kept looking behind him, and the grass and trees of the Mo Qi family were retreating until they disappeared behind the vermilion lacquer gate, as if announcing the end of childhood. At that time, she didn't understand that her adoptive mother was holding her, holding the last bit of attachment in this world.

The cold fragrance Oiran's thoughts drifted far away, and unconsciously smashed a bowl of tea ingredients. It didn't hurt that she didn't answer Mo Yuyuan's words, Guan Ying couldn't stand the shock of Mo Yuyuan's gaze, she had already opened her mouth first, and called out "Madam" tremblingly, and then she couldn't say anything.

"I've reprimanded the Oiran, are you satisfied?" Mo Yu Yuanyuan asked.

"I ......" watched the warbler snort, understanding that it was not appropriate to answer. If you are satisfied, you will get carried away and bargain; If you are not satisfied, you will be killed.

She understands that only by obeying the fence can she get out of trouble for the time being, so that she can have a future. She lowered her head, her whole face was hidden under her long scattered hair, and she couldn't see any expression clearly, only her voice was clear and submissive: "Guanying knows that she is wrong...... In the future, I didn't dare anymore, but begged Mrs. for forgiveness. ”

Her voice was indeed good, Shen Yuanfang came back to his senses, and when he looked at the tea powder in the bowl in front of him, he was about to laugh. What Guan Ying said, Shen Yuan only heard the last few words clearly, because he was distracted, he didn't hear the truth or falsehood, he was wondering how the Pavilion Master had subdued her, and raised his eyes to look at the other side, but the Pavilion Master's gaze was still on Guan Ying.

How could Mo Yu not be able to hear that the warbler was not really obedient, but just stared at her silently. Under the long black hair, Guanying's teeth bit her lower lip, and the pain was numb, almost biting out intermittent blood marks. has been a subordinate for more than ten years, and she knows that this is seen through, and her pavilion master is really powerful.

She loosened her teeth, and the burning pain on her lips made her cry, and she raised her head with rain and socked to admit her mistake: "Madame! Is the warbler really wrong...... Thank you, Madame, for saving me! I won't dare again, I really won't dare again......"

Shen Yuan suddenly felt a headache, she couldn't stand such crying and hypocrisy, and the goosebumps all over her body were about to cry. The eight ingredients in the bowl, silver bud tea, rock sugar, white chrysanthemum, dried wolfberry, walnut kernel, fried sesame peanut and sour jujube kernel, have all been beaten into a cotton-like end, no matter how fine it is.

"Crying and howling, let alone unseemly...... Madame, let her go down. Shen Yuan put down the tea stick, and before he touched the handle of the bucket and pot, he already felt that the water was already cold. She turned her face to look at Shui Zhi: "It's just right, the water is cold, Sister Shui Zhi, go change a pot." ”

Shui Zhi hesitated, looked back and forth at the two masters on the couch, and didn't know whether to let go. Mo Qian Mandarin nodded in agreement, and Shui Zhi let go of the warbler, shook his somewhat sour arm, and retreated with the copper kettle.

Mo Yu and Shen Yuan glanced at each other, thinking that she had something to say, but Shen Yuan didn't say a word, patiently chewing the white and fat walnut kernels one by one, and ate them deliciously. Mo Yuyuan didn't understand her intentions, and when she went to get the walnut kernel again, she pressed her hand: "The walnut kernel is there, Miss will tell me first, what does it mean to ask her to go down." ”

"Just tell her to go out," Shen Yuan suddenly became childish, and his innocent peach blossom eyes widened, "Go out and go back to your own house, heal your injuries and continue to see guests, no matter how much reward you get in the first month, all of them will be counted as Leng Xiang Pavilion's commission, and the small punishment will be a big commandment." ”

The inky mandarin duck almost couldn't hold back, the warbler almost couldn't pretend, and the newly returned Shui Zhi almost laughed. Shen Yuan pretended to be ignorant and fearless, and beckoned to take the copper kettle. Shui Zhi came to bless the blessing recently, supported the bottom of the pot with a thick scarf, let go of Shen Yuan, and said with a smile: "It's better for me to come, this water is hot." ”

"Well, that's fine." Shen Yuan dodged back, lifted his cuffs and took the tea stick again. The water zhi pot flushed into the bowl, and Shen Yuan stirred slowly in a circle, and the rich fragrance spread.

The tea soup was thick at first, almost dark green, Shui Zhi stopped slightly, and after Shen Yuan stirred it a few times, he vacated the position to signal to continue, and Shui Zhi rushed into the boiling water again. This time, Shen Yuan's stirring speed was obviously much faster, and the tea soup gradually became uniform, and the color was light and bright, which was a very beautiful wheat seedling color.

When Shen Yuan was making tea, Mo Yuyuan didn't make a sound to disturb her. It wasn't until Shui Zhi put down the copper kettle that Shen Yuan stopped stirring, and Mo Yuan turned his face to look at Guan Ying: "So arranged, are you willing?" ”

The warbler lowered his head suddenly, his whole body lay on the ground, and the voice came from the ground: "The warbler is willing!" Thank you, ma'am, thank you, miss. When she said the word "Miss", perhaps only she could hear the creaking of her teeth grinding against each other.

At this time, Shen Yuan had already divided the tea. Mo Yu Yuanyuan waved his hand and was about to send Guanying down, but was intercepted by Shen Yuan: "Madame, don't worry, they all say that eating tea pays attention to the share, I see, Guanying has been kneeling here for a long time, why don't you ask her to eat a lamp?" There were four cups of tea on the couch table, Shen Yuan supported her chin on the back of her hand, leaned on the big pillow, half of her body was crooked on the edge of the table, and looked at her adoptive mother obediently.

"You......" Mo Yuyuan nodded at Shen Yuan's forehead through the air, and instructed Shui Zhi to bring a cup of tea to Guan Ying: "You can also get up and try Miss's craftsmanship." After eating this tea, I went back to my room to think about it, think about my mistakes, don't go the wrong way, and the only thing you regret in the end can only be yourself. ”

The last few words of Mo Yuyuan are quite serious. She is not one of those black-hearted bustards in Chun Eaves Lane, many years ago, she was also the eldest girl of the Moyu family, a pearl in Qifeng City. Guanying's incident surprised her, and she took 10,000 steps back, even if Guanying lied to Young Master Qi first, and then came to her to discuss how to solve the lie, Mo Yuyuan would help her.

What a bold woman is this? is still so ruthless to herself, if it is someone else, will she have to be more ruthless? Spicy and frivolous, doing a little low, she doesn't need to blink an eye to change her face, which really makes people have to wonder what kind of obedient mind she has under her delicate skin.

Shen Yuan didn't say a word, watched Guanying stand up on his knees, endured the pain and thanked him, took the teacup from Shui Zhi's hand and drank it all, praised it again and again, and then retired and left. She didn't see the door closed tightly before she put down her hand and sat up straight, smiling at Mo Yuyuan, who had also just withdrawn her gaze, and then pursed her lips again, with grievances written on her face.

"Madame was so fierce just now."

This sound was just right, aggrieved and glutinous, a pair of hands and ten fingers intertwined together, knocking each other slightly, hanging their heads and quietly looking up, full of childish style.