The group pet green tea dressed as cannon fodder really young master

Warm tea entered the greenhouse, and the greenhouse cut off the bleak autumn wind outside.

"Cousin." He greeted Xue Qingzhou.

Paints of various colors are scattered around Xue Qingzhou, and the orange paint on the erected drawing board depicts the scenery of a large expanse of snapdragon with brilliant brushstrokes.

"Excuse me, wait for me, I'll finish cleaning right away." Xue Qingzhou said apologetically, speeding up, but the ordinary movements looked very good in his hands.

He is the most gentlemanly person Wencha has ever met in his past and present lives so far.

"I was busy some time ago, so I didn't go home, and I didn't have a chance to see you. How is it? Are you still used to it?" Xue Qingzhou picked up the scissors and picked off the flowers, and made a simple bouquet of roses and bellflowers, and handed it to Wencha. "As an apology, I will give it to you."

"My cousin's apology is so insincere." Wen Cha joked.

Xue Qingzhou led him out of the conservatory with helpless eyes: "You found out, so I specially brought perfume back from France as compensation. I hope my cousin will forgive me."

Wen Cha laughed: "I want my cousin to make it more."

Xue Qingzhou lowered his eyes, with a long and narrow double eyelid line on his thin eyelids: "There are all on the shelves in my room, if you like to pick and choose."

Oil and salt do not enter.

Wen Cha originally wanted to cut to the topic simply and quickly, to see how Xue Qingzhou reacted, and if the other party showed any emotions, he could guess what it was.But Xue Qingzhou was as calm as a lake, and the sparkling light reflected the face of the person who illuminated the lake, but he couldn't explore the lake itself.

Would a man who cared about his family and brought a gift to his cousin who just got back suddenly kill himself?

Alas, the background characters have no human rights. If the author wrote it in detail, Wen Cha wouldn't be able to guess as much as he is now.

If you can't guess it, don't guess.

Wen Cha came to Xue's house today because the banquet that Zheng Mingzhong had promised to attend was about to start, and Wen Rong had something to do, so don't worry about Wen Cha going alone, please Xue Qingzhou to take care of it.

"Actually, you don't have to be afraid. Today's gathering is to celebrate the birthday of the Patriarch of the Zheng family. He thought it was too much entertainment, so he only called the elders and juniors from several families." Xue Qingzhou explained to Wen Cha, "My grandfather, too. Even your grandfather will go too, the old man has just returned from fishing in City K, and he is going to the banquet with his fishing rod in hand."

Participating in a banquet with a leader and without a leader is really two different experiences. Xue Qingzhou handles things well and makes people feel like a spring breeze, and others will treat him a little bit. It didn't take long for most of the entire venue to know the name of the real young master of the Wen family. , and have a good relationship with the Xue family.

"Wealthy families always favor the high and the low. If you are new here, if you feel uncomfortable, you can come to me for help. Although Ah Rong is your elder brother, his personality can't understand the confusion of ordinary people like us..." Xue Qingzhou joked.

"Cousin." A familiar voice interrupted the chat between Xue Qingzhou and Wen Cha, and turned to a familiar face.

Wen Leshui looked soft and timid, like a little white flower fluttering in the wind: "What a coincidence, weren't you still abroad before?"

"Well, I just came back yesterday." Xue Qingzhou smiled softly.

"Did my cousin bring me a gift? I still remember that you promised me to help me find wine." Wen Leshui smiled, with a soft tone, as if there was nothing to observe the reaction of the warm tea from the corner of his eye. .

Xue Qingzhou replied: "It's a bit hard to find, but I asked a friend to find it and bring it back by air, and I'll bring it to you when it arrives in two days."

Wencha maintained a business smile on the other side.

He knew that Wen Leshui was just secretly poking in front of him to show his friendship with Xue Qingzhou who had known Xue Qingzhou for more than ten years. If he was there, his sensitive nerves might be prickled and he would feel sad and jealous. It's still thick, no matter how good his Wen Leshui and Xue Qingzhou's relationship is, it doesn't matter to him, he is here to make money today!

But that didn't stop him from talking teasingly and watching the excitement: "Cousin and Xiaoshui have such a good relationship, I'm so envious."

Xue Qingzhou felt amused, and lightly stroked warm tea's black and thick hair.

A simple movement made Wen Leshui feel uncomfortable.

Xue Qingzhou is gentle and gentle, and treats everyone well, which also means that everyone is treated equally in his eyes and keeps a sense of distance from everyone.But his behavior towards warm tea obviously crossed the line of casual acquaintance, and he was more intimate than ordinary people.

Why?Why is it warm tea again!

"Brother Wen Cha!" Zheng Mingzhong appeared in time and grabbed Wen Cha's shoulders, "I've been looking for you for a long time, so I'm hiding here."

Anger flashed in Wen Leshui's eyes, he bit his lip, and put on a harmless and innocent look again.

"Xiao Shui, you're here." Another acquaintance came, Lin Mu, who looked like a dog in a suit, and didn't know if he still remembered the taste of red wine last time.

"It's you?" Seeing Wen Cha, Lin Mu subconsciously looked behind him, and was instantly relieved to find that Wen Rong hadn't come.The last time Wen Rong's actions caused his family to lose tens of millions of business, his father finally found out that he had had conflicts with Wen Rong and beat him until he couldn't get out of bed for a week.

From then on, when he saw Wen Rong, his buttocks ached.

"What are you here for? Where did you get the invitation letter? Today's banquet is not just for anyone to come in." He suddenly became bolder, blowing his beard and staring at the warm tea.

Zheng Mingzhong lost his temper and was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he pushed Lin Mu away with his shoulder: "Get out of here, he is the invitation letter I personally sent, there is nothing wrong with you."

Lin Mu fell silent: "Zheng Er, you..."

He was not afraid of Zheng Mingzhong because of the disparity in his family background, but because he was in the same class as Zheng Mingzhong in high school, and Zheng Mingzhong was a rascal at that time, and there was a quarrel, and Zheng Er kicked him and turned him into the alley of the school The stinking ditch has since become a shadow that runs through his high school years.

It's annoying, and my ass hurts again!

"Who are you?" Zheng Mingzhong rolled his eyes, and in a blink of an eye he put on a smiling face towards Wen Cha, "Brother, come with me."

He led the way in front, and the path led to the main hall through several winding paths.

A group of low-key old people were chatting on the table in the middle, and a few grandchildren of the same age were whispering softly, not daring to approach and chat with the big guys.

When Zheng Mingzhong came, he raised his voice beamingly: "Grandpa, happy birthday!"

The eyes of the old man on the main seat flickered: "Boy, the voice is so loud, I'm afraid we old men can't hear you."

The old man on the side teased: "It's because we are old and our ears are not good."

Zheng Mingzhong had a hippie smile on his face, but he took care of what the old man liked: "Grandpa, of course you must be full of energy to celebrate the birthday of the birthday star. I know you love tea. I spent all my efforts to find good tea as a gift."

"Zheng Er, your tea is old tea. People say you have to drink new tea. What do you mean by drinking this for grandpa?" One of the younger members of the Zheng family couldn't understand his flattering appearance, and he was angry and blamed him.

Zheng Mingzhong wanted to roll his eyes: "My old Pu'er was plucked from an old tree by asking the villagers to cross mountains and ridges. The old tree has a low yield and is almost bald to get a pot of tea. Don't talk sarcastic."

The other party sneered: "I always drink new tea and not old tea. What are you arguing with me? I just can't bear your bragging."

Warm Cha said lightly: "You should drink new tea with tea, but Pu'er is an exception. Moreover, new tea is very irritating, and it is not good for the spleen and stomach of the elders. When will it be your turn to question the filial piety of others?"

The other party blushed: "You!"

Zheng Mingzhong suddenly burst into laughter: "My brother Wen Cha understands. Grandpa, this is the newly recognized brother of the Wen family. His name is Wen Cha. I ask him to help make tea."

Just now the Zheng family came out again, disdainful to look at the warm tea, obviously heard some rumors before: "Aren't you afraid of spoiling the good tea?"

Zheng Mingzhong grimly showed his white teeth: "Now you admit that it's good tea again?"

The man was speechless, Zheng Mingzhong was annoyed when he saw him, and pushed him away forcefully: "Good dogs don't get in the way."

Wen Cha quietly set up the tea and tea sets without saying a word.

The bosses have never seen such a big storm, and it is easy to be self-defeating if they deliberately please.

He bowed slightly to show his politeness, and began to make tea after taking his seat.

An old man couldn't help but smile when he saw his movement, "I've practiced before."

Making tea pays attention to human nature.But the posture of warming tea and making tea is leisurely and somewhat Zen.The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the breeze and the moon are all integrated into the square inch.

Boil the water until the waves rise.

Fragrant!

The extremely rich tea fragrance spreads, domineeringly grabbing everyone's taste buds and sense of smell.

"Taste it for me quickly!" Grandpa Zheng was so anxious that he seemed to have never seen the world, even though he had been soaked in tea since he was a child.

This tea is as fresh as chicken soup!All the tastes of the tea are brought out without appearing messy and mellow.

"Mingzhong's gift is really thoughtful, much more powerful than Lao Xue's." An old man in a Chinese tunic suit said with a smile.

The old Xue Ci in their mouth has good features and good eyes, and he has the taste of the head of the fairy in the costume drama: "Isn't mine called Xinyi? I came here overnight with a fishing rod and a fish after I finished fishing from City A." Isn't your birthday party enough to give you face? Besides..."

The old man suddenly winked at Wencha mysteriously: "Besides, the person who made you tea is my grandson, isn't it enough to give you face?"

"Oh?" Mr. Zheng regained his interest. He had been observing the warm tea when making tea before, but this young man kept a low profile and did not deliberately approach him, which made him feel good.I didn't expect to have such a connection with the Xue family.

The old man in the Chinese tunic suit said: "Okay, your family is full of talents. The kid from Qingzhou alone is enough to make people proud. Now we have an excellent nephew."

Xue Lao laughed loudly, and the business exchanged blows: "Who can compare to your Xiuzhu?"

It seems that the old man in the Chinese tunic suit is the head of the Qi family, Qi Xiuzhu's father, and Qi Junhao's grandfather.

Coincidentally, it happened to catch up with the meeting of the bosses, and today I saw all the people I hadn't seen before.

"Little friend, come here." Mr. Qi in a Chinese tunic beckoned kindly and asked kindly, "How long have you been learning the tea ceremony?"

Wen Cha thought for a while: "15 years."

In his previous life, he learned from the moment he was sensible, and practiced unremittingly for several years.At first, it was just to please the elders in the family, hoping to exchange some attention from the elders, but later it gradually became interesting.Fa Xiao, who is most familiar with his private style, said that when he makes tea, he looks completely different from usual, and he can be deceiving.

Grandpa was also surprised: "Who taught you?"

When in doubt, just make up nonsense, Wen Cha opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Uncle Wang at the entrance of the village."

"Oh, it turns out that the masters are among the people." The old man didn't know whether he believed it or not, but at least he showed an appearance of believing it.

Unknowingly, at the main table where the juniors from the other family had no courage to approach, Warm Tea suddenly became the guest of honor of the old man.Elderly people like cute or rich looks the most, and warm tea takes both.

The lips are full and round, the eyes are slightly round and upturned, and the skin is fair and clear.

One of the old men liked it more and more, and couldn't help thinking of being a matchmaker: "Xiaocha, do you have a date?"

"Hey, old Liu, there is no marriageable partner in your family. There is a boy in my family who is not bad, Xiaocha can consider it."

Throughout the ages, the elders have never been able to escape their love of being a matchmaker.The main table suddenly boiled over, vying to be the first to introduce their own grandsons, and the faces of the old men were all red.

Zheng Mingzhong chose a banquet table and sat down. Seeing this, he sighed to Xue Qingzhou: "My brother who warms tea can do it. Those who don't know think he is my grandpa and grandson."

Xue Qingzhou looked relieved: "My cousin is very powerful."

At the other table, Lin Mu withdrew his gaze and sneered, "The class is making an axe."

Wen Leshui forced a smile, and the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart was constantly expanding.

"Xiao Shui, eat more. Why have you lost so much weight recently? Although you look thinner and look better on camera, don't be too hard on yourself. You are already fine." Lin Mu served tea and water courteously.

Wen Leshui lost his appetite, and when he picked up the cup and saw the tea, he felt even more disgusted, so he changed to a cup of warm water.

"How do I remember that the Wen family has a marriage contract with the Qi family?" Suddenly an elder frowned, recalling the vague information passing through his head, "It seems that Junhao, the second child of the Qi family, had an agreement with the Wen family, but everyone has been talking about it before. I thought it was the kid Wen Leshui, but after Xiaocha came back, the candidate was uncertain again. Lao Qi, you can tell me, I like Xiaocha very much, and I will introduce my brat to him."

The Patriarch of the Qi family is not good at arguing, and he was forced to shut down after talking to people a few times.Hearing the words at this moment, he was stunned for a moment, remembering that there was a plan in the family that the real and false young master had married someone, he was overjoyed.

He snorted coldly, proudly protested against these old guys, and raised his voice: "I only have my granddaughter-in-law, Xiaocha."

pat.

The glass in Sailor Wen Le's hand fell to the ground without holding it firmly.