"You are Xiaochen's friend, and you call me aunt, what's so polite?"

As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and filled the three teacups one by one.

Zhong Quinoa was silent.

She wanted to come often, and there weren't many places like this.

But she doesn't like to trouble people.

Wen Yan took a sip of tea, sighed in his heart that the tea leaves were good, and looked at Zhong Quinoa again.

"You and Xiaochen are classmates."

The kid didn't usually attend parties, except for a few rich kids who had a good time when he was a child, and school was the only place where he met new people.

The boy in front of him looked small, his skin was so white that he was even a little sickly, and he seemed to be in poor health.

Zhong nodded his head.

"Although Xiao Chen's temper is not good, people are still okay, just accept it."

The smile on Wen Yan's face was still the same, but Lu Zichen's expression was a little stiff.

He looked at Zhong Quinoa, "Auntie is nothing unusual, but there are many flowers and plants, and you can take them with you when you leave." ”

Speaking of this, Wen Yan's face drooped down and glanced at Lu Zichen.

Isn't that just laughing at her?

"Absolutely." Wen Yan glanced at Lu Zichen, "Just don't be bald." ”

It seems to be a joke, but it is actually intentionally pointed.

said again and again that her flowers did not bloom well, and she would not raise them;

Every time they took away a large area, leaving a blank space in the flower field.

Zhong Quinoa drank tea lightly and did not intend to join the strife.

The momentum of the two weakened, and she spoke, still holding half a piece of pastry in her hand.

"This osmanthus cake is good."

Hearing someone's appreciation, Wen Yan laughed.

"The raw materials of this osmanthus cake are made from a few osmanthus trees planted on the periphery of the flower field, I don't know if you paid attention when you came in."

After speaking, he glanced at Lu Zichen as if unintentionally, and was a little proud.

Look, you don't know how to appreciate.

In this way, Zhong Quinoa did smell the rich fragrance of osmanthus when she came.

However, the roots and branches of those trees are not very thick, and they should only be more than ten years old.

As far as Wen Yan and Lu Zichen secretly competed, they could see how much the former cared about this flower field.

At the beginning, this flower field was contracted by her and her sister, and I don't know how much effort it took for more than ten years, carrying many good memories of the sisters, and also attracting Lu Zichen, a person who is not interested in flowers and plants, to visit frequently.

After drinking the tea, Wen Yan was still busy taking care of the flower field and making perfumes, so he asked Lu Zichen to take Zhong Quinoa around.

The fragrance of flowers is strong, and for people like Zhong Quinoa who have been staying indoors for a long time, they feel a headache and annoyance after staying for a long time.

After a while, he went back to the house.

There are fewer flowers planted indoors, and it seems that they are afraid that the fragrance of flowers will affect their sleep, and the varieties are mainly light and elegant, and the fragrance emitted is also faint and faint.

Not to mention the carved pillars are wrapped with green vines, bringing a touch of fragrance.

After the third year of high school, Lu Zichen hasn't been here much, and he hasn't adapted much for a while, but he is not as uncomfortable as Zhong Quinoa.

Most of the tea leaves here are flower tea, and Lu Zichen finally found a pot of green tea to brew and handed it to Zhong Quinoa.

Zhong Quinoa took it and took a few sips to ease his mind.

She likes this kind of environment, but too much will cost her life.

Thinking of the relationship between the two before, Zhong Qu looked at Lu Zichen and sighed: "You have a good relationship with your aunt." ”

In front of outsiders, they are not very restrained, and it seems that quarrels are commonplace.

The corners of Lu Zichen's mouth rarely showed a gentle smile, and he turned to her.

"Aren't you on good terms with your grandfather?"

Zhong Qui was silent.

The events of her previous life have long made her indifferent to family affection.