162. Chapter 162 The hands of the Ninth Prince are more precious
When Dongfang Aoshi is fierce, you can at least see his joy and anger.
His current appearance is so gloomy and terrifying that it is completely impossible to guess what he is thinking in his heart...
Sitting there softly, all the nerves in her body were tense.
Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.
Just staring straight at Wen Wen, his black eyes were like two big black holes.
At first, Wen Wen could still sit calmly, without moving or asking questions.
Half an hour later, Dongfang Aoshi still had that straight expression, as if he wanted to swallow the person in one gulp.
Wen Wen couldn't hold it back any longer, "What on earth are you looking at?"
I'm really worried. This beast suddenly showed its bestiality here. In the pavilion...
For a person like Dongfang Aoshi, Wen Wen believes that he can do anything.
"What? I can't even look at it?" Dongfang Aoshi curled his lips and seemed to be in a good mood.
Gentle and silent.
Before she figured out what Dongfang Aoshi wanted to do, she didn't dare to speak out rashly, fearing that she might offend Dongfang Aoshi again by accident.
Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her, stretched out his index finger, and hooked it.
Wen Wen frowned: What on earth does this person want to do?
Confused, he sat closer.
Dongfang proudly raises his eyebrows.
The maids immediately lowered the curtains of the pavilion and brought fruits and hot tea.
"Can you make tea?" Dongfang Aoshi said quietly.
Wen Wen hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Dongfang Aoshi glanced at the tea set and said nothing more.
Wen Wen is inexplicable, completely in the fog, and has no idea what he means.
The steward reminded in a low voice, "Princess, the prince is asking you to make tea."
Did you want her to make tea?
Why doesn't it need to be said?
She was not a maid in the palace. Dongfang Aoshi could just raise an eyebrow and know what he was thinking.
If everything could be done with raised eyebrows, then why didn't he just poison himself?
Gentle and slanderous, on the surface, nothing is shown.
The water is boiling.
Wen Wenwen grabbed a handful of tea leaves, threw them into the cup, and boiled the water.
Then, he sent it to Dongfang Aoshi and said, "Here, drink."
Dongfang Aoshi: "..."
Everyone: "..."
"What are you doing? Isn't this how all tea is brewed?" She always brewed it this way in Wen Mansion. It's fragrant, strong, and refreshing.
"Princess, this is not how tea is made." The steward explained and demonstrated, "There are roughly eight steps to making tea, which are to prepare the tea, receive the tea, wait for the soup, brew the tea, scrape the foam, pour the can, scald the cup, and sprinkle the tea.
Tea... Among them, each step has a detailed division of labor. For example, the preparation of utensils includes the steps of starting a fire in the clay stove, removing water from the sand, fanning the stove, cleaning the utensils, waiting for the fire, and pouring the cup. After that, you can receive the tea...
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"Okay, okay, what you said made me dizzy. Isn't it just making tea? There are so many exquisite things." Wen Geng was impatient.
In her opinion, tea has only two functions.
quench thirst,
Refreshing.
For these two functions, there is no need to use the steps mentioned by the steward. It is as simple as boiling the tea leaves with boiling water.
Convenient and hassle-free.
"Princess, the prince likes to drink tea."
"He likes to drink, so he can make it himself, he has hands and feet..." Wen Wen blurted out in a very aggressive tone.
The next second, he realized that he had ruined the atmosphere again, and quickly changed his words, "Uh... the Ninth Prince's hands are more valuable, so naturally they cannot be used to make tea, which is what servants do. Steward, please teach me how to make tea."