Jia Le was so pleased with Master's praise of Jingjing that she came close to Taoist Master Simu and said, "Master, you and Master will have a cup of tea first, and I'll bring you the breakfast, okay?"
Seeing the master glaring at him again, he pulled down Taoist Priest Simu's sleeve and whispered: "Master, give me some face, can you just say yes?"
"Yes!" Taoist priest Simu responded with his nose, which was regarded as agreement.
Feng Yi was quite speechless. He didn't want to kill his father to take away his wife, so why did the relationship become so tense?
"Jingjing, go to the kitchen to help." Master Yixiu said to his apprentice.
"It's Master." Jingjing nodded obediently, turned around and went out.
"Uncle, didn't Tingting bring some good tea this time? I'll take it out and let's try it." Feng Yi suggested, fearing that the two of them would start fighting over drinking tea.
Taoist Master Simu was unhappy in his heart, but the words had already been spoken, and he couldn't stop them for the sake of face. He nodded and said, "Go ahead."
"This is Wuyi Mountain's Dahongpao. It's very expensive. Don't waste it. Drink more."
Feng Yi poured out the original tea in the kettle, put the expensive Dahongpao on it, and then poured in boiling water. The room was instantly enveloped by the faint fragrance of tea.
"What a fragrant tea." Master Ikkyu sighed after sniffing it.
The reason why Feng Yi mentioned the value of tea was to remind Taoist Si Mu that this tea is very valuable, so don't waste it by being angry.
He took out three water cups and placed them in front of each other. After making the tea, Feng Yi made an invitation gesture and said, "Uncle, drink tea, master, drink tea."
"Okay." The three of them picked up their water glasses and took a sip. They felt the fragrance lingering on their lips and teeth and couldn't help but sigh: "Good tea!"
Feng Yili was amused and said with a smile: "Master, if you like it, I will decorate it for you and take it back later."
"How can this be so embarrassing..." Master Ikkyu said again
The skill of disloyalty and integrity.
Taoist Master Simu did not expect that Feng Yi would continue to make his own decisions. He looked at him with some dissatisfaction. Feng Yi smiled brightly at him, which made him lose his temper at all.
With Feng Yi in the middle to mediate, Taoist Master Simu couldn't get angry and was unwilling to waste tea, so he kept drinking water. However, Master Yixiu was very satisfied with Feng Yi's performance and would say a few words to him from time to time. The atmosphere was quite peaceful.
.
The more this happens, the more unhappy Taoist Master Simu feels. It seems that he is not happy when Master Xiu is in a good mood, and always thinks of something happening at the right time.
"Master, Grandmaster, Junior Brother, it's time to eat." Jiale and Jingjing called out as they brought breakfast over and put it on the table.
"coming."
Feng Yi was really a little hungry. He couldn't wait to walk to the dining table, took a look and said, "Wow, it's so rich."
"Junior brother must be hungry. Eat more later." Jiale said with a smile.
Feng Yi glanced at the four-eyed Taoist Priest who was obviously amiss and muttered in a low voice: "I hope so."
Hearing this, Jia Le glanced at his master, and looked at Feng Yi with a wry smile.
As expected, Taoist priest Shimu failed to cause any trouble when it came to drinking tea. He kept quiet during the meal and kept arguing with Master Ikkyu. They were tit for tat over every meal and dish. You came and I fought, and the fight was endless.
Happy.
When Feng Yi saw this, he didn't dare to persuade him any more. He quickly picked up the dishes and hid with Jiale to eat.
Before leaving the table, Jia Le reminded Jingjing, but she did not understand the situation and felt that it was rude to leave the table to eat, so she remained seated.
In this case, Jia Le can't say much.
Soon, Jingjing, who was busy watching the show, tasted the bitter pill.
A piece of fermented bean curd that looked very much like Xiang flew into her face...
This is not over yet, there is still a second piece, a third piece...
This stuff doesn't smell good to begin with, it's slimy and extremely disgusting.
Jia Le looked at the back with a distressed look on his face, while Feng Yi snickered. With her jingjing figure and appearance, she was definitely a goddess in her previous life.
, is meant to be held high by men, but who would have thought that I would be treated like this here.
Jingjing pouted unhappily and exited the battlefield. Seeing Feng Yi mocking her and gouging out the opponent, she took a small notebook in her heart and wrote down what happened this time.
Women are all petty!
"Jingjing, I've warned you to stay away. Look, the fermented bean curd double-shot cannon..."
Jia Le's straight-guy consolation was nothing more than adding fuel to the fire. Jingjing stepped on his feet and whispered: "None of you are good."
After saying this, I angrily washed my face and went to wash my face.
"Junior brother, why did Jingjing step on me? I was comforting her..." Jiale complained to Feng Yi with an innocent face.
"Ahem, senior brother, maybe the way you speak is not right... try a domineering president next time." Feng Yi held back his laughter and gave the other party advice.
"Overbearing president, what do you mean?" Jia Le was confused.
"A woman, no matter how cold or willful she looks, she still wants a strong man to conquer her, so you have to show your masculinity and let her see your manly side.
By the way, didn't I buy you new clothes? Put them on another day and let her discover the domineering power hidden in your bones and conquer her, do you understand?" Feng Yi said, patting his chest confidently.
"Junior brother, you know so much about women, do you have a girlfriend?" Jia Le asked with stars in his eyes, looking at Feng Yi with admiration.
"That is, do you know my former nickname? Killing thousands of people in love, and stealing hearts with every shot!
I have talked to countless girlfriends, but I have been tired recently and wanted to find a harbor where I can anchor, so I got together with the richest woman in Renjia Town." Feng Yi looked at the sky with a slightly sad look at a 45-degree angle,
Said extremely pretentiously.
Wow!
Junior brother is so powerful?
A prodigal son falls in love with a richest woman?
Uh, is he doing it for money, or does he really like him?
I always feel that the richest woman looks very old...
Jiale had met very few people, so Feng Yi believed what he said very well, but then his face changed slightly and he whispered: "Junior brother, you don't like Jingjing, do you?"
Feng Yi burst out laughing, patted Jiale on the shoulder and said, "Senior brother, I'm afraid you are the only one who likes this kind of unruly girl."
After saying this, he shook his head with a sigh, acting like a master.
"Why is Jingjing so unruly? I think she is pretty good." Jia Le let out a sigh of relief when Feng Yi said this. He was really afraid that such a junior brother who was loved by thousands of people would attack Jingjing.
Fortunately, fortunately.
But what the junior brother said seems to make sense. Ever since I accidentally took advantage of Jingjing that day, I have been groveling and trying to please her. As a result, she has always been lukewarm towards me.
Now it seems that I used the wrong method. Fortunately, having a junior brother is like having a love expert to help. I think Jingjing will be impressed by me in the future!
Jiale has fallen into a world of fantasy, as if Jingjing has
She said sweetly in his arms: "Jia Le, you are so powerful, I love you so much."
