Xining quickly took out the jade hairpin from the brocade box, simply tied her hair into a bun and then inserted it long.

For her who has done so many ancient missions in Middle-earth, it is not difficult to wear her hair in a bun.

Mo Ming shook his hand and the brocade box in his hand disappeared. Seeing her strange look, he responded: "With the storage function, you can take it out at any time if you want it."

Does the system also have a storage function? Xi Ning glared at Mo Ming: "How much do you have that you haven't told me yet?"

Mo Ming didn't have the time, and looked impatient: "Are you going or not?"

Okay, okay, as long as you live, you will know everything. Anyway, I’m used to it!

Arriving at the rest area again, Xining looked at the three-story teahouse on the street. There were already a lot of people sitting there. On this street, this one was the only three-story teahouse with the best business.

"What are you looking at? The food there is expensive and tastes bad. It's nothing more than gold and jade. I'll take you to a good place, not far away."

Not long after, Xining finally knew where the so-called "good place" was?

Not far away, it's diagonally opposite. If you sit sideways, you can see the teahouse over there. Right next to the entrance of a small alley, there is a table. There are long wooden benches around the table, and a half-old wooden bench is placed above the head.

Not new, but a tung oil cloth with a hole in the edge was used to cover it.

On the branches of the sycamore tree nearby, a piece of white cheesecloth was tied to a hemp rope, with the word "tea" written on the cotton cloth.

The person who boils water and makes tea is a fat, fair-looking young man with a rather festive appearance. If it weren't for the fact that every shopkeeper in this rest area has this type of clerk, Xi Ning can definitely think that he will be a gray-haired, old-fashioned man.

An old man, an old woman, or a thin black widow.

Xi Ning almost wanted to beat up Mo Ming, and glared bitterly: "Is this a good place you said? It's not as good as gold and jade, at least it can be on the stage."

I was about to turn around and leave. Even if I didn't invite guests, I couldn't choose a place like this.

Mo Ming said leisurely from behind: "I've invited you, look, people are here too."

She wears a silver-white forged lining, azure cloak, long black hair tied up in a black jade crown, and a long black jade hairpin handle with a hollow Ruyi carved on it.

He is as handsome as an immortal. He walks elegantly and gracefully, with a breathtaking look, but he is as gentle as jade. Although Zhou Rui who follows behind him is a dragon or a phoenix among men no matter where he is placed. But in comparison, the faint starlight cannot compete with the bright moon.

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As we walked along the street, people on both sides of the street stopped and looked sideways. In the dining rooms of the wine shop and teahouse, they also kept their heads in silence. For a moment, the voices and whispers disappeared, as if the whole world had become quiet.

Men are far more beautiful than women. Men are extremely charming, but they are more powerful than women. This is something that no woman can possess no matter how beautiful she is.

Although the styles of male idols are diverse, the style of Qin, Han, Wei, and Jin wearing long-sleeved and wide clothes is also the mainstream. But those who can be so charming and charming, make people stunned and unforgettable, should be the first one.

The fairy luan rises in the wind and soars ninety thousand miles away. No one can match its beauty except the moon.

Thinking of this unparalleled and beautiful man, he gave him a valuable jade hairpin and invited him to chat and drink tea. He was originally a big man, but now he wants to drink tea here because she invited him...

Xining lowered his voice and said, "Hurry up and change places!" Sitting in the lobby at the bottom of the teahouse was better than the place at the corner of the alley where the traffickers and goons drank tea.

But Mo Ming said firmly: "If you don't scare me away like this, that's true love. And... I only have enough money to drink tea here."

Dizzy~, I knew I couldn’t believe it, and he said that regardless of her face, he should also take care of his own face. This dark system has no face, and even if it has face, it is shameless!

The person had already arrived in the blink of an eye, and he could only sigh secretly, and just make peace with it now that he has come.

Yi Chen walked up to him, and Xi Ning felt that the other person was extremely tall, so tall that she had to look up. As senior main gods, Yi Chen and Zhou Rui should have reached the highest heights, and Zhou Rui was one height taller than Mo Ming.

head, not to mention Yi Chen is half a finger taller than Zhou Rui.

Although her figure has not been measured here, in comparison, it can only be described as petite. "Petite" is terrifying.

"Thank you for the invitation. Come and keep the appointment." Yi Chen's voice was human-like, gentle and fragrant.

I was so shameless, I really was so shameless to see people... Xining wanted to cover his face, but at this time he could only bite the bullet and made a "please" gesture to the dilapidated tea stall next to him. He couldn't even speak, no words.

They are all pale and weak under the great contrast. I just hope that the other party will become angry after seeing it, or even turn around and leave, and feel better than now.

Unexpectedly, after Yichen said "please", he walked over, lifted up the back of his azure cloak slightly, and sat down.

The hem of his clothes hangs on the ground, like green waves on the lake.

He actually sat down. Xi Ning glared at Mo Ming. He had picked a good place, so it would be better not to invite him.

She had no choice but to go over and sit down. Zhou Rui stood behind Yi Chen, while Mo Ming walked to the big stone under the tree and sat down. One of her feet wearing a thong slipper was bent and raised to step on the edge of the stone where she was sitting.

Yichen Langyan glanced at Mo Ming slightly, and the corners of his rosy mouth seemed to be slightly raised, not knowing what to say.

It looks like there is a master-servant relationship, and the person behind her is a master! Xining is helpless about this, who asked her to be involved in such a system.

The waiter next to me came over and said, "You two, what do you need?"

Mo Ming, who was sitting on the stone with his feet clasped, said, "Two bowls of tea and two pieces of cake."

"Okay~" the waiter sang: "Two bowls of tea, two slices of cake, they'll be here soon!"

The black thread on Xining's end, could you please stop being so dedicated and just pick it up secretly?

The waiter poured two bowls of tea from the teapot, picked out two pieces of rice cakes from the steamer with chopsticks, put them on the plate, and brought them all at once on a tray.

It's all ready-made, so it's fast.

"Both of you, we're all together, please use it!" The waiter nodded and bowed back, and sat down on the small wooden stool on the other side of the steamer.

Looking at the two large bowls of tea in stoneware placed on the left and right sides of the table, and the small cut cake with two dots of red in the middle, Xining didn't know what to say for a moment.

But Yichen spoke first: "The cake won't taste good when it's cold. You've never eaten the food here, try it."

Yes, she has only been to the rest area three times including this time, and she has indeed never eaten anything. It seems that she is very interested in her, and she already knows this.

Naturally, these things are disdainful to others, so just eat them yourself. You must know that money is spent and cannot be wasted.

So he stretched out his hand, held a piece of warm cake, brought it to his lips, and took a bite.

The cake is made by grinding rice and steaming it with sake lees. The taste is similar to that on the human plane. But there is a faint aura in it, and it seems to be very comfortable after eating it.

She picked up the tea bowl again and took a sip. The tea was rough and bitter, with no tea aroma, but after drinking it, she felt slightly relaxed, like a sweet soup that nourished her stomach.

His brows twitched involuntarily, damn Mo Ming, if the pastries selling large bowls of tea on the roadside are like this, then the taste and gratitude of those high-end wine restaurants and teahouses must be better.

And Yi Chen seemed to be watching her eating with interest.
Chapter completed!