Revenge of Rebirth: Miss Femme

The Zhou family's garden is really a garden. It covers a large area and has a lot of flowers and plants. It is taken care of by a dedicated person.

Zhou Si was sitting at the gazebo in the garden. There was a set of tea sets on the stone table, and the mist was wafting. Zhou Si, who was dressed in Tang suit, was holding a teacup and sipping it to his mouth.

"Master, Miss Jian is here." Uncle Wang led the people to the gazebo.

Zhou Si looked at the person behind Uncle Wang, with a loving smile on his face, and waved to the person who came.

"Come on, easy, come to Grandpa."

Jian Jian moved after hearing the sound, and walked over following Zhou Si's words.

"Grandpa, how are you recently?" Jian Jian didn't ask why she was called here, but greeted her politely.

"It's pretty tough, don't stand still, sit down." Didn't Zhou Si know that someone was coming when Uncle Wang opened his mouth, and when he got closer, he saw that the person in the future could see more clearly, I don't know if it was After the first blow in life, the docile child before seemed to have grown bigger, and seemed to have opened up too.

Jian Jian sat down according to his words. In the past, Jian Jian respected this patriarch very much, no matter his age or his status in the Zhou family.

"Taste the tea I just brewed." Zhou Si poured a cup of tea himself, and put it in front of Jian Jian.

That small teacup, the tea in it can be drunk in one gulp, the fragrance of the tea drifts away with the mist, just by the fragrance of the tea, one can tell that the tea is not ordinary.

Simply take a sip, the taste is pure and fragrant.

"How is it?" Zhou Si doesn't like wine or acting, but he just likes good tea, and when he encounters tea, he can always bring up a lot of topics, and he doesn't care whether the other party understands tea or not.

"Okay." Jian Jian is not proficient in this area, so he can only tell his feelings based on his taste.

Zhou Si poured himself another cup, savored it carefully, and stopped asking any more questions.

The atmosphere was suddenly silent, Zhou Si seemed to be alone, drinking the small cup of tea, his thoughts drifted away.

If it were someone else, I’m afraid that many thoughts would have been rolling in my heart, and I simply didn’t move, didn’t speak, and didn’t look around. I just sat there quietly, holding the small cup in my hand, which contained the things I was about to see. With the tea at the bottom, the finger of the other hand caressed the teacup, feeling quite at ease.

Neither of them said anything, but neither of them was embarrassed or restless.

Seeing Uncle Wang at the side, he was secretly astonished. As the head of the family, no one could shake his prestige in the Zhou family, so as long as the master fell silent, even the young master would feel embarrassed, and even if he did not make a mistake, he would feel uncomfortable. Let alone others.He also stayed by the master's side for a long time before he got used to it, but Miss Jian was able to sit peacefully. Is it because he was too worried that he didn't notice something was wrong or because he was too thoughtful, but could he sustain this silence?

If Uncle Wang knew that Jian Jian had died once, a small silence would be nothing compared to death.

The silence lasted for a while, and then Zhou Si put down the teacup in his hand and said to Jian Jian.

"Would you like another drink?"

Jian Jian didn't refuse, "Although it's a peony chewed by a cow, Grandpa's tea is really too fragrant, and I've heard it for a while."

It would be polite to say this to others, but Zhou Si liked it very much. He was a Confucian businessman, and he was more noble than those businessmen who only knew how to make money.

Zhou Si was very satisfied, and filled Jian Jian with a cup of tea, and there were more smiles between his brows and eyes.