The dean was not annoyed by Mu Yichen's behavior, but his eyes were full of amusement, "You all come and sit in my courtyard." ”

With that, he walked forward.

"Master, let's go, there are a lot of delicious foods in Master's yard." Huang Li quietly leaned into Feng Yunxi's ear and said.

Huang Li's words made Feng Yunxi cry and laugh a little, "Let's go." ”

After saying that, he looked up at Mu Yichen and the others, and everyone was of the same opinion.

"Let's go!" Huang Li immediately grabbed Feng Yunxi's arm and walked in the direction where the dean left.

And the crowd followed.

The dean seemed to be waiting for them deliberately, and the pace was not fast, and the group walked back and forth towards the dean's courtyard.

"Dean."

The two guards guarding the gate of the courtyard saw the dean come back and saluted respectfully.

"Hmm." The dean nodded, then pointed to the people behind him, "These are my distinguished guests. ”

"Yes." The guards replied, and stood on either side, full of doubt.

Mochi and Huangli are the new apprentices of the dean, and the rest of them seem to be ordinary freshmen......

Under the leadership of the dean, Feng Yunxi and his entourage entered the courtyard unimpeded.

The dean's courtyard has a cave, and the layout inside is also very suppressive, with a huge grapevine trellis in the courtyard, and under the shelf, there are several soft collapses, which are very casual.

The dean sat down on the main seat of the soft collapse, and Feng Yunxi and the others also sat down.

"Master, you taste!" Huang Li sat on the edge of Feng Yunxi and handed Feng Yunxi the pastry he thought was the most delicious.

Feng Yunxi smiled and took the pastry, "Thank you." ”

The pastry is very delicate, and you can vaguely feel that there are still some spiritual power fluctuations in it.

"It's red bean paste filling, you can try it." The dean looked at Feng Yunxi and said softly.

"Dean Xie." Feng Yunxi said respectfully, and then bit off the corner of the pastry, which was indeed silky and not greasy.

"On your left is the Longjing before the rain, this year's new tea." The dean continued.

Feng Yunxi nodded with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't raise his hand to pick up the teacup.

"I wonder what the dean is doing with us?" Mu Yichen sat opposite Feng Yunxi and asked the dean.

The dean then moved his gaze to Mu Yichen, but his eyes did not have the inexplicable gentleness he had when he treated the wind and rain before.

"You're the contractor of the inkpool?" The dean's question is a declarative sentence.

"Yes." Mu Yichen replied, and at the same time looked at the dean's eyes a little more scrutiny, and couldn't figure out what she meant.

"If I'm not mistaken, your name is Mu Yichen?" The dean continued to ask.

"Yes."

"That's right." The dean seemed to be sure of something, and when he heard Mu Yichen's affirmation, he relieved himself and took the tea on his side.

"This tea is good tea, you can all try it." As he spoke, he hung up the floating dust from the tea with the lid and took a sip.

The rest of the people didn't move, and the dean took a sip and put the teacup down.

"This tea was plucked little by little by my uncle from the tea trees that had been cultivated for nineteen years, and I was just that." The dean said as he looked at the others.

Under his gaze, several people drank the tea.

"How does it taste?" These words were said to Feng Yunxi.

"I ......" Feng Yunxi didn't know how to taste tea, and was a little hesitant.

"The tea is fragrant and elegant, and it is a good tea." Mu Yichen said first.