Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

After everyone returned to the teahouse quietly, Zhong Lingxiu glanced at the time and regretted that it was not afternoon yet and she couldn't drive all these people away.

But at this moment she still had to smile and ask the children to weigh their small cloth bags, and then choose gifts according to quality and weight.

The two most powerful families in Fengzhou are the Feng family and the Zhou family. The most powerful ones present are Madam Zhou and Feng Huayang, so among the children, Madam Zhou's youngest daughter is the center of attention.

The little girl's bag was bulging with tender buds inside, which Zhong Lingxiu found particularly ironic. She couldn't bear to even look at the other children's deflated bags.

Qingyun's small bag was half full, but of very good quality, so she came in second. She chose a white camellia hairpin, which was very intellectual and elegant.

Because Little Qilin picked up the tea randomly, although the weight was quite heavy, the quality was not good. However, he happily took the remaining one, a small bag of tea.

Every child got a gift, and there was no scene as Qingyun had imagined, where some children didn’t get what they wanted and then cried and made a fuss.

"Give it to my aunt." Qingyun put the hairpin in Feng Huayang's hand, "It looks good on my aunt."

"Thank you Qingyun." Feng Huayang put on the hairpin immediately. A white camellia blossomed among her black hair, which was the white moonlight in Qingyun's stereotype, with a clear and shallow smile and a gentle feeling.

After working and sweating, it is natural for them to drink tea and enjoy the scenery. Qingyun followed Feng Huayang to sit in the teahouse again.

Qingyun is too young, so it’s not good for her to drink tea. You can choose milk or boiled water. Qingyun is a little lactose intolerant, and she always has diarrhea after drinking milk at home.

"Auntie."

Feng Huayang looked at Qingyun clinging to her arm, then glanced at the little girl sitting next to her. Sure enough, Qingyun was still thinner and smaller, and needed more nourishment.

There was soft music playing in the teahouse. After taking two sips of tea, everyone seemed to return to being respectable ladies again. They leaned sideways to talk to each other, their voices gentle and soft, and everyone had a decent smile on their face, which made Qingyun feel a little sleepy.

After a while, the music suddenly became rhythmic, and Qingyun sat up straight and perked up a little.

Plain white gauze curtains were hung on both sides and the wooden windows were fully opened. A dozen boys and girls picking tea could be seen. They looked very youthful and energetic, and were posing and waiting for the drum beats.

"This is the Tea Picking Dance, a local folk dance. I watched it a few days ago and it was very good," Zhong Lingxiu explained.

She doesn't care about the singing and dancing. She used to skip the singing and dancing during the Spring Festival Gala. She still loves skits and crosstalk.

Following the music and drum beats, the boys and girls danced their arms, making the movements and expressions of picking tea. Their postures were light and powerful, making people feel their happiness and hard work.

Within two minutes, the boy and girl started singing a duet in the local dialect. Qingyun didn't quite understand it, but he could feel that it was a somewhat ambiguous song, after all, they were smiling so shyly.

It turned out to be like this, being immersed in the scene reminded her of what happened last winter. The Pingtan was nice to listen to, and now the singing and dancing were also beautiful.

The song and dance ended very quickly. Zhong Lingxiu had only prepared this one. In fact, there were several other folk songs and dances here, but they were not as elegant as this one, so it would be a bit inconvenient to perform them all.

Everyone was still unsatisfied and wanted to have more fun. At this time, Mrs. Chu spoke up, "Zhenzhen, come and recite the first song for the aunts."

The little girl clasped her hands nervously, stood up but kept her head down, stammering and not daring to speak.

"Didn't you just learn a poem a few days ago? Read it out loud for the aunties to hear."

At her mother's urging, the little girl whispered: "The merchants from Guzhu and Wu are gone, and the news from Mengshan and Shu is rare.

Thousands of bushes began to grow from this, with purple flowers covered with dew and lush. "

The little girl must have recited it many times. Such difficult-to-understand poems are not suitable for children to learn. Although her voice was soft, she recited it fluently, which showed that she had worked hard.

Not many people knew this unpopular poem, and for a moment, no one knew how to praise it. Zhong Lingxiu finally spoke up, "Zhenzhen is amazing. It's Wei Chuhou's Twelve Poems of Shengshan - Tea Ridge, right? You recited it really well."

"That's great, that's great." Zaizai on the other end clapped her hands and responded with a smile.

The awkward atmosphere was ended again. Mrs. Chu seemed to realize that she had used too much force just now and now she calmed down.

"Hey, Mrs. Zhou, your niece acted in that movie before and she sang a good song in it. Why don't you ask her to sing it for us?" Mrs. Liu was really curious. She had been holding it in for a long time and definitely didn't want to save Mrs. Zhou's face on Feng Huayang's behalf.

Zhou Congying had tried her best to reduce her presence while sitting in her seat, but she still didn't expect to be mentioned. She didn't want to come, but her mother was crying so hard that she couldn't stand it anymore.

Few people dared to join in the excitement. Only the younger woman sitting on Qingyun's left spoke up, "That song is really good. Why don't you sing it for us?"

"Congying, if Miss Wu wants to hear you sing, just sing it." Mrs. Zhou smiled and nodded at Zhou Congying sitting opposite her.

Zhou Congying stood up and bowed to Madam Zhou, then turned slightly and bowed to Wu Xuedai, "Then I will perform my ugly act and sing this song 'Spring Flower Makeup'."

The original heroine's voice was so beautiful, like an oriole. Qingyun closed her eyes and listened intoxicated. She didn't know how to professionally analyze whether the singing was good or not, but she thought it was very nice.

After the song was finished, everyone applauded softly. Wu Xuedai was not completely satisfied, but she was very satisfied with her emotional investment.

After the activity was over, it was time for dinner. Qingyun felt that she could smell a fragrance coming from somewhere. She was very hungry and greedy, and she could not control her saliva.

"The second floor has a wider view. I also prepared lunch. Why don't we go up and take a look?"

The view from the second floor was indeed better, but Qingyun was too hungry to appreciate it. He just waited for the waiter to serve the food.

I don't know when the sun hid behind the clouds, the sky was a little gloomy, and the cool breeze brought with it the water vapor from the lake and a faint scent of tea, which made people feel relaxed.

On the second floor there is a screen embroidered with a picture of a girl picking tea, and someone is playing music behind it. Because it is somewhat ancient in style, the instruments sound like a pipa and a guzheng.

Qingyun was not interested in these, but these were obviously another topic for discussion. They were really some adults who could resist hunger.

Today is a spring tea banquet, so the dishes naturally have to fit the theme. The first cold dish is toon and tofu, which has a slight tea fragrance and is very delicious. Unfortunately, each person only has a small plate.

There were four cold dishes, eight hot dishes, and two small desserts. Qingyun felt that she had really overestimated herself. She was not very satisfied when she ate the spring tea shrimps, but the shrimps were very sweet and the tea soup was very refreshing, so she really couldn't bear to leave any.

Fresh fish soup with elm seed steamed buns, pickled pork with preserved vegetables, and braised spring bamboo shoots are all more delicious than the other. Each portion is so big that I feel like I can never eat enough.

The dessert after the meal was tea jelly and a small piece of Yunlu mung bean cake. Qingyun only tasted a bite of the tea jelly, as she still preferred the mung bean cake.

Maybe it was because she was too focused on eating and her expression was too serious, Wu Xuedai, who was sitting next to her, would smile at her from time to time.

"Sister, this mung bean cake is delicious. You can try it." Qingyun felt a little shy when being stared at, so he mustered up the courage to whisper to Wu Xuedai.