A tea set is a teapot and two teacups. The size of the tea set is not large, and a cup of tea is enough to drink. The teapot is also very small, and the tea is enough to pour five or six cups of tea at most.

Wuchen stared at Mo Jiu, who was studying the tea set carefully, and didn't say anything more, reaching out and pouring her a cup of tea.

"This tea is called Alpine Snow Tea, which is helpful for improving spiritual power."

As soon as he heard that it was helpful to improve his spiritual power, Mo Jiu was not polite, he reached out and took the tea handed over by Wuchen and drank it all, but he felt that he was still unsatisfied, and reached out and poured several cups.

After drinking seven or eight cups in a row, Mo Jiu paused, picked up the teapot and opened the lid to see inside.

It stands to reason that after pouring so many cups, the tea in the teapot should have been drunk long ago, but not only the weight of the teapot in the hand has not changed, but also the water flow of the tea poured out of the teapot has not changed, as if it can't be poured endlessly.

When I opened the lid of the teapot, there was no tea in the pot, and it was full of tea. And when poured into a cup, it is a golden brown tea.

"What kind of tea set is this? Why can't I finish the tea? ”

As he spoke, Mo Jiu poured another cup and drank it. And when I wanted to pour another cup, the tea set was gone.

Wuchen said indifferently: "You have drunk ten cups, this tea is not easy to drink." ”

Mo Jiu couldn't help but slander Wuchen in his heart, but his face was faint and he didn't show too much emotion.

"If you can come out of the Black Underworld Forest unharmed, how about the envoy give you this tea set?"

Mo Jiu's eyes lit up, and he bent his lips and smiled: "A gentleman is hard to chase after a horse!" ”

Hearing her say this, Wuchen smiled and said, "Gentleman? Are you or me? ”

"Of course Mojiu is a gentleman, isn't the envoy a gentleman?"

"So, you're going to do what you say?"

The flavor of Wuchen's sentence routine is too strong, Mo Jiu smiled lightly, and planned not to accept the routine's full words.

"Lord Messenger, although Mo Jiu has spiritual power on his body, he can't use it, can you please ask the Messenger to teach Mo Jiu how to use it."

Wuchen lowered his eyes and brushed it on the table, and there were a few more delicate dishes on the empty table.

"Cultivation should be taught by your master, and it has nothing to do with the envoy."

Wuchen picked up the only pair of dishes and chopsticks on the table and began to eat with vegetables.

Mo Jiu looked at such dustlessness, frowned lightly and said, "Master, he is in retreat, how to teach Mo Jiu?" Besides, the envoy promised Mo Jiu yesterday that he would teach today. ”

"This envoy is not a gentleman, and his words do not necessarily count."

Mo Jiu almost didn't faint. Not a gentleman? As the envoy of the emperor, can he still be such a scoundrel?

Mo Jiu asked Xiao Er to bring a pair of dishes and chopsticks to pick up the dishes on the table. But it was blocked by no dust.

Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Wuchen: "Why don't you even give you food?" ”

Wuchen spit out a word indifferently. "Dirty."

Mojiu: "......"

Mo Jiu was a little speechless, knowing that Wuchen had a habit of cleanliness, but didn't he prepare dishes and chopsticks for her? She prepared a pair of her own and it was dirty, did she not want her to eat?

Originally, Mo Jiu didn't want to worry about him for this meal, so he didn't eat it, but this meal was full of color, flavor and flavor, and the dog's and her gluttony had to come out.

Thinking about it, although Wuchen said that the dishes and chopsticks were dirty, he didn't let her eat them.

Mo Jiu's good-looking peach blossom eyes bent, took out a dagger from the burden he carried with him, cut off a layer of chopsticks, and then asked the shopkeeper for a pot of boiling water and scalded it.

After the sterilization was completed, Mo Jiu picked up a pair of brand-new chopsticks to pick up the delicacies on the plate.