"Huh?" As soon as Zhan Qing came back to his senses, the man with outstanding energy was in front of him. She was stunned, hurriedly took the wooden bowl again, and thought about it before saying, "It's enough for us to drink these, but what about Shengwu and them, I don't know if they like to drink it or not?" Or do you want to charge a little more? ”

She didn't know where to take out another wooden bowl and handed it to him, and the full wooden bowl had already been put away by her. She would never tell him that she just wanted to see him collect the dew again before he could charge a little more.

"Shenggo?" Regulus whispered.

Zhan Qing couldn't hear it clearly, and she asked, "What did you say?" ”

Xuanyuan whispered in a deep voice, unable to hear the emotion, "You wait." ”

"Okay." Zhan Qingchu really waited this time, and raised a chuckle all the time, watching Xuanyuan Yi repeat the appearance of the dew just now.

After Xuanyuan Yi finished collecting it, it was another bowl full of dew, and he turned around to find that the girl in red, she was looking at him. There was no displeasure in his heart, but there was still a trace of joy. He walked over, handed the bowl in his hand again, and said, "Give." ”

That's right, today's Zhan Qing is wearing the red dress she wears every day. When he found out that he was peeking, she generously admitted it, and then said with a smirk: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work." But when she looked back and saw her basket, she cried out in a panic, and said, "Ah! I haven't picked my tea yet, you can wait for me, just a while! ”

Xuanyuan Yi: "......" The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and he was in a joyful mood. Looking panicked, but super fast, the girl in red who was picking the flower core.

After a while, Zhan Qingchu's basket was also half full, and the core of the flower picked was still dripping with moisture.

Zhan Qingchu was very satisfied with the results of his picking, patted Xuanyuan Yi's shoulder, and said magnificently: "Okay, let's go, go back and process it to make tea." ”

They slowly walked back to the inner courtyard guest house, and Zhan Qingchu did not go back to his room, but went to the big kitchen again.

Zhan Qingchu washed the jasmine core twice, then spread it out and dried it in the wind. I found a small oven, which is a stove for charcoal heating in winter, and then found a small iron pot, and began to chop wood to make a fire......

Xuanyuan Yi looked at the busy little girl and asked, "Can you help?" ”

Zhan Qing was stunned for a moment, she was busy forgetting that Xuanyuan Yi was still here. She said, "No. What do you think you can do to help? Suddenly, he turned his eyes and saw Jasmine lying on the side, and said, "Do you know how to be able to wind it?" "That's their spiritual power attribute (which will be officially introduced and explained in the Cultivation Academy later, including the level division).

Xuanyuan Yi: "I'm not a wind system. However, it is still possible to force it with spiritual power. ”

Zhan Qingchu smiled evilly and said, "No, there is a pu fan over there, you can help me fan the tea fan, thank you." ”

Xuanyuan Yi: In the end, "......" used his spiritual power to convert it into wind energy, and automatically blew wind on the tea leaves. And he, with his back against the door frame, squinted lazily, looking at the girl who continued to work there.

At the beginning of Zhan Qing, she personally selected the chopped log firewood, which was still a wooden pier. Zhan Qing didn't say a word, rolled up his sleeves, raised his axe and cut it down.

Xuanyuan Yi spoke up again and asked, "Why don't you use spiritual strength to cut?" "The strength of the blessing of spiritual power.

Zhan Qingchu was still chopping, and replied: "What's the point?" The food that has been made with great effort is more flavorful, which is called self-retribution! "I even struggled to speak.

Taste of your own medicine? Well, that's the original meaning of the word. Although it sounded weird, Xuanyuan Yi agreed. He actually went over and picked up the fan on the stove and fanned the tea leaves hand in hand.

Zhan Qing saw it at the beginning, and she chuckled and continued to be busy with the matter at hand. Pick up the firewood and put it in the small stove to make a fire. After the fire is lit and the pot is heated, the tea leaves on Xuanyuan Yi's side are almost dry, at least the surface has been dried up.

Zhan Qing Chu took the tea leaves in the past, poured them into a small pot and stir-fried them over slow heat, and kept shoveling.

"Poof~" Xuanyuan Yi is fine now, watching from the sidelines. Suddenly, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zhan Qingchu's face was inexplicable, and he asked, "What's wrong?" ”