Because of Huo Beijue’s confession that time in the coffee shop.
Lu Jingyu didn't go to the hospital for several days in a row. She was afraid of facing him and always felt that meeting him would be a bit embarrassing.
She was packing tea bags in the living room, putting the processed tea leaves into separate bags, and then carefully tying the knots.
At home these past few days, Lu Jingyu found that he had finished drinking the tea, and now he had time to get some.
These teas help relieve fatigue and clear the stomach. My grandfather is old, so a cup of tea after a meal is perfect.
Bao Sihan had just finished his work and came over to sit. He saw her fussing in the living room and thought for a moment before frowning.
It was obvious that she was deliberately avoiding Huo Beijue.
Coming to this conclusion, Bao Sihan couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Anyway, he didn't want Jingyu to have too much contact with Huo Beijue, and it would be best not to have any in the future.
"Making tea?" he said after seeing the things on the table, remembering that their family had the habit of drinking tea after meals, and he would also drink a cup when he was there.
Lu Jingyu was accustomed to his appearance. She nodded, picked up a small portion of the prepared tea bag, and placed it in front of him. "Smell it, how do you like the tea this time?"
She made these tea leaves and brewed them for a day, and she was almost immune to the smell.
Bao Sihan picked it up, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, saying, "It's quite fresh, but it smells a little bitter than before."
"It's normal, because this batch is fresh tea. The last time it was dried for a long time, it will not be so bitter." Lu Jingyu disagreed. He was packing a tea bag in his hand and put it aside, "As long as there is no peculiar smell."
Bao Sihan responded and put the tea bags in the pile of processed ones, "How could you think of making it yourself? Why not just buy tea bags for this tea?"
Lu Jingyu looked up at him and saw that there was a smile in his eyes. She inevitably turned red in her earlobes and explained: "I'm just afraid that the ones I bought are not handled properly and are not clean. That would hurt my stomach."
Because she would occasionally let the three little ones drink it. The children's stomachs were fragile, so it was more reassuring for her to do it herself.
Bao Sihan smiled softly and said, "You are serious."
Suddenly I realized that she seemed to like to make everything by herself. Last time she personally made the soothing incense for Lu Xijue, and this time too.
She has always been sincere and hands-on with the people around her.
Bao Sihan looked at the people busy with their hands and felt an impulse. He wanted to take good care of her and cherish her.
At sunset, after dinner.
Bao Sihan and Mr. Lu were playing chess in the yard, while Lu Jingyu was making tea and handed it to them respectively.
"This tea is a bit bitter, but the taste is very good." The grandfather took a sip, savored the taste, and said to his granddaughter.
Then the black chess on the chessboard made a move, which put Bao Sihan in a bad situation.
"This is new tea."
Lu Jingyu replied, holding a cup in his hands and quietly watching them play chess.
The old man looked at the young man sitting across from him with a smile, a shrewd look in his eyes.
Bao Sihan was neither arrogant nor impatient. He looked at the chessboard and watched quietly for a few seconds before slowly making a move. The tea Lu Jingyu made for him was at hand. The rising heat covered the man with a layer of haze, blurring the feeling.
indifferent.
He smiled at the old man, extremely elegant, raised the white piece in his hand, and landed it firmly on the chessboard. With the power of one white piece, he turned the world around and defeated the menacing black piece.
The old man's smile froze for a moment, and then he snorted softly, realizing that he was deliberately showing weakness and letting himself be like this.