"Is it sweet or salty that Xianggong thinks is delicious?"

Xie Zi'an said: "I'm not good for sweets, but if it's from my wife's hand, it's sweet and salty."

Qi Lele suppressed the smugness in his heart, and let out a faint sigh, but he didn't hear the flattery in his words.

"Where's Madame?"

"As long as it's delicious, I can do it, but I love sweetness more."

Xie Zi'an raised the bamboo tube in his hand: "Then isn't this one I specially reserved for my wife just right?"

"What a coincidence."

Qi Lele raised the bamboo tube in his hand and shook it, and said, "I also prepared a good thing for you."

The corners of Xie Zi'an's eyes curved: "Madam, this is for me alone?"

The moonlight is like water, illuminating the peach blossom eyes more and more affectionately.

Qi Lele shook his head, tilted his head, and snorted softly: "It's beautiful to think about!"

There was a soft sigh in his ears, as if a feather swept in his heart.

Qi Lele couldn't help touching his ears, and his tone was hard: "Go and get some tea leaves you like to drink."

"Yes, ma'am."

Qi Lele walked into the kitchen, swept her eyes, and saw that the teapot on one of the small stoves was steaming, she walked over and carried the teapot away, and sure enough, she saw that there was still a faint fire inside, which was exactly what she wanted.

The bamboo knot at one end of the bamboo tube has been cut off, and when Xie Zi'an took the tea leaves, Qi Lele put some of them into the bamboo tube, and then held the bamboo tube and roasted it slowly on the stove.

Xie Zi'an stretched out his hand to hold the bamboo tube: "I'll come."

"It's okay, the fire in this stove is very small, and it doesn't burn your hands."

Xie Zi'an looked down at her, but he didn't let go, the meaning was self-evident.

Qi Lele pursed his lips and let go of his hand, with a hint of sweetness in his heart.

"Madame is going to make tea in a bamboo tube?"

Qi Lele nodded: "I want to try bamboo tea, you can taste it later, see if it tastes good."

"Okay."

After a while, a faint aroma emerged from the bamboo tube, mixed with the fragrance of bamboo leaves and tea.

"Alright, come."

Qi Lele said, carefully rushing the boiling water into the bamboo tube.

As she moved, a scent gradually spread.

Qi Lele subconsciously shrugged the tip of his nose, took a deep breath, waited for a while, and then poured out the tea in the bamboo tube.

The tea has not yet been noticed in the bamboo tube, and when it is poured into the green and white tea cup, it is felt that the beauty of its color, the soup is yellow and green, clear and bright.

Qi Lele held the tea cup: "This tea is so fragrant when brewed in a bamboo tube."

Take a sip, bitter and sweet, with an endless aftertaste.

Xie Zi'an is obviously also satisfied: "The drink is refreshing, which makes people feel refreshed."

The two drank half a cup of tea slowly, split the bamboo tube rice, and ate it separately.

The kitchen was lit by yellowish candlelight, drawing out two slender silhouettes.

"Who said that this bamboo tube was specially left for me?"

"Glutinous rice is not easy to restrain and it is dark now, so if my wife likes it, it is better to eat less."

"It's okay, bamboo tea helps digestion, and I'll refill another cup for me."

"Let's go up the mountain in two days."

"What? Still want to eat?"

"Madame doesn't want to?"

"Yes!"

I don't know who laughed softly.

On this night, there were many people who were satisfied, and even the fragrance of bamboo leaves was brought in their dreams.