He came forward and looked at Ye Fan with a happy face and kind and gentle eyes. He brought the tea cup that he had prepared in front of him and said softly, "Mr. Ye has been busy all day and very tired. This is what Zhang Ma gave me."
The tea you made is your favorite Biluochun, Mr. Ye, please drink some."
Ye Fan nodded, took it, took two sips, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, "The tea made by Zhang's mother is the best."
The tea was brewed at the right time. It was neither cold nor hot at the moment, and the temperature was just right.
Tong Caiwei discovered that Ye Fan treated Zhang Ma very differently.
She had never seen Ye Fan be so harmonious in front of any servant.
Zhang Ma also treats Ye Fan the same way. Not only does a nanny have the same feelings towards her master, but she looks at Ye Fan as if she were her own son.
"Mr. Ye, what you say is too flattering to me. The tea I brew can't compare with those famous tea brewers outside. The young master is used to drinking it, so he thinks I brew it best."
Even though she said that, Ye Fan's words obviously impressed Zhang Ma. The smile on her face was as bright as a flower that had just bloomed.
"Zhang Ma doesn't have to be so modest. I have been very picky since I was a child, and only Zhang Ma can handle it. I always feel at ease with Zhang Ma's work, which is why I ask Zhang Ma to help me take care of my little girl."
Zhang Ma glanced at Tong Caiwei and saw her standing there waiting for her. She hated her for not arguing. She didn't know what Ye Fan liked about her. She was dull and dull, with no aura at all.
"Miss Tong, what are you doing here? Why don't you come over and talk to Mr. Ye?"
Ye Fan just looked at her with a smile and didn't say anything.
Tong Caiwei stepped forward, bit her lip, lowered her eyes, and whispered, "Master Ye Fan, are you hungry?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, not expecting this to be her first question. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly, and said with a smile, "Is dinner ready?"
"Well, if Lord Ye Fan doesn't dislike my cooking skills, please give me a try."
Alas, what happened to her...
Why does my face get inexplicably hot when I see Ye Fan?
Especially when she faced his dark green eyes with a gentle smile, she was a little at a loss.
Sick, she must be sick, her brain was damaged, that's why she became so abnormal.
Ye Fan nodded, stepped forward, took her hand naturally, and led her towards the dining room.
She should have taken her hands away...
An intimate act like holding hands is only possible between lovers.
What is her relationship with Ye Fan?
Not friends, not lovers, not master-servant relationship...
Even she herself couldn't find a suitable word to describe the relationship between the two.
"Thanks a lot."
A cold yet gentle voice interrupted her contemplation.
"This was a gift from someone else. I thought you would like it, so I accepted it." He took out a box and handed it to her.
Tong Caiwei knew what was inside without opening it.
Inside is a rose hairpin. Master gave her one as a gift.
"You don't like it?"
Seeing that she didn't answer, Ye Fan frowned slightly.
With her body's instinctive reaction, Tong Caiwei immediately took it and said, "No, I like it very much. Thank you Lord Ye Fan."
"Don't you open it and take a look?"
"No need, the gift from Mr. Ye Fan must be very good."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, sat down, tapped his fingers on the crystal table, and said calmly, "It's not a valuable thing. If you don't like it, just throw it away."