Chapter 98: Remember This Man!
But in an instant, Zhou Deshun realized that this was not his problem!
Although His Majesty drank this chrysanthemum eight-treasure tea in Qingzhi Pavilion last time, Shen Changzai only helped hand over the teacup.
The person who really makes tea is Begonia!
If he is not as good as Shen Changzai, it is fine, but if he is not as good as Begonia, he is absolutely unconvinced!
He is the chief manager who has been by His Majesty's side for more than ten years and grew up with His Majesty.
A little girl who has been in the palace for less than a month, can she compare with him?
Hmph, joke!
After thinking about it, Zhou Deshun suddenly felt a lot more relieved.
But before he could completely put his heart down, Xiao Ciyu's voice became colder again: "Are you embarrassed to ask me what's wrong?" This taste is not the same as last time! ”
"Ahh
How could it be different?
He obviously made tea in strict accordance with the tea recipe he copied back...
It is impossible to make a mistake in the tea recipe, and they have always been careful and careful about what they want to give His Majesty to the entrance.
Not only copied it, but also took it to the Tai Hospital, and found the Tai Doctor Meng who gave this prescription to have a look.
Confirm that it is correct, and only then dare to give it to Your Majesty.
It's not the problem of the tea party, then it can only be the problem of him, the tea maker?
Zhou Deshun was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to withdraw the teacup: "The slave knows that it is wrong, and the slave and maid will go to prepare tea for His Majesty again." ”
As he spoke, he quickly retreated with small steps.
Xiao Ciyu pursed her lips and looked at the fold in her hand unhappily.
Looking at it, he couldn't help but feel even more angry.
Who wrote this recital? Don't know the truth that floods are easy to sparse and not easy to block? A bunch of nonsense asking for money to build an embankment, but there is not a word about the solution to dredging?
Annoyed and reprimanded people with Zhu Criticism, Xiao Ciyu also deliberately flipped through the folds and glanced at the name of the person who wrote the book.
Li Huaiyi, he remembers this person!
When Zhou Deshun came back, he saw the master with an even more ugly face.
He didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly offered new tea: "Your Majesty, the freshly brewed tea, be careful of scalding." ”
"Hmm." Xiao Ciyu responded absentmindedly.
Carefully write Zhu Zhu for the fold in his hand, and then reach out to take the teacup.
The tea that had just been brewed was still a little hot, but this did not affect him to find that the taste was wrong: "Zhou Deshun, this is the new tea you brewed for me?!" ”
He lowered his eyebrows, and it took a lot of effort to restrain his urge to buckle the tea cup on Zhou Deshun's head.
Zhou Deshun was stunned by his glance: "Yes..."
After a pause, he cautiously asked, "Is there something wrong with it?" ”
"You still ask me?" Xiao Ciyu gritted his teeth, "Taste it yourself, what's the difference between this and the tea you just made?!" ”
The chief manager was so frightened that he "pounced" and fell to his knees: "Your Majesty, the slave maid is really a tea carefully brewed according to the tea recipe!" ”
His Majesty's tea, he will definitely not dare to taste it.
But... But...
If Your Majesty thinks that this tea tastes the same as the previous one, it means that he didn't make a mistake with the recipe for the last tea!
Manager Zhou was extremely suspicious that he hadn't drunk it for a long time and remembered the wrong taste.
But he didn't dare to say.
"Will the taste of tea taste different according to the tea recipe?!" Zhou Deshun's appearance of not admitting his mistake made Xiao Ciyu couldn't help but pick up the teacup.
But before he could make a move, there was a report from the chamberlain at the door: "Your Majesty, King Chengnan asks to see you." ”
Xiao Ciyu frowned and put down the teacup: "Let him in." ”
Zhou Deshun, who was ready to pour tea all over his body, instantly breathed a sigh of relief.