"You are Xiaochen's friend and you call me aunt, what are you so polite about?"
As he said that, he picked up the teapot and filled the three teacups one by one.
Zhong Li is silent.
She wants to come here often. There are not many places like this.
But she doesn’t like to trouble others.
Wen Yan took a sip of tea, sighing in her heart that the tea was good, and then looked at Zhong Li.
"You and Xiaochen are classmates, right?"
The boy usually doesn't attend gatherings. Except for a few rich kids who he had a good time with when he was young, school is the only place where he can meet new friends.
The boy in front of me looks small, his skin is so fair that he is even sickly, and he seems to be in poor health.
Zhong Li nodded.
"Although Xiaochen has a bad temper, he is still a decent person. As long as you can accept it."
Wen Yan still had a smile on her face, but Lu Zichen's expression looked a little stiff.
He looked at Zhong Li and said, "There's nothing unusual about my aunt. She just has a lot of flowers and plants. You can take them with you when you leave."
Speaking of this, Wen Yan's face drooped and she gave Lu Zichen a look.
Isn't this just mocking her?
"Of course." Wen Yan glanced at Lu Zichen, "Just don't be bald."
It seems to be a joke, but it is actually meant to be pointed.
She said many times that her flowers didn’t bloom well and she didn’t know how to grow them;
They removed a large area every time, leaving a blank space for the flower field.
Zhong Li drank tea lightly, not intending to join the dispute.
The momentum between the two of them weakened, and she spoke out, still holding half a pastry in her hand.
"This osmanthus cake is good."
Wen Yan laughed out loud when she heard someone complimenting her.
"The ingredients for this sweet-scented osmanthus cake are made from several sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted outside the flower field. I wonder if you paid attention when you came in."
After saying that, he glanced at Lu Zichen unintentionally and felt a little proud.
Look, you just don’t know how to appreciate it.
Having said that, Zhongli did smell the strong fragrance of osmanthus when she arrived.
However, the roots and branches of those trees are not very thick, they should only be more than ten years old.
Wen Yan and Lu Zichen secretly compete with each other, and it can be seen how much the former cares about this flower field.
She and her sister had contracted this flower field together at the beginning. After more than ten years of hard work, no one knows how much effort was spent. It carries many beautiful memories of the two sisters, and also attracts Lu Zichen, a person who is not interested in flowers and plants, to visit frequently.
After drinking tea, Wen Yan was still busy taking care of the flower fields and making perfume, so she asked Lu Zichen to take Zhong Li around.
The fragrance of flowers is strong. For people like Zhong Li who stay indoors for a long time, they will feel a headache after staying for a long time.
After a while, he returned to the house.
There are fewer flowers planted indoors, as they seem to be afraid that the fragrance of flowers will affect sleep. The varieties are mainly elegant, and the fragrance they emit is also light and delicate.
Not to mention the carved pillars are wrapped with green vines, bringing a touch of fragrance.
After his senior year in high school, Lu Zichen didn't come here much. He didn't adapt to it for a while, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as Zhong Li.
Most of the teas here are scented teas. Lu Zichen finally found a can of green tea, brewed it, and handed it to Zhong Li.
Zhong Li took it and took a few sips to calm down.
She likes this kind of environment, but too much can kill people.
Thinking of the two of them getting along before, Zhong Li looked at Lu Zichen and sighed: "You have a good relationship with your aunt."
He doesn't hold back much in front of outsiders, and it seems that quarrels are commonplace.
A rare gentle smile appeared on Lu Zichen's lips, and he turned to face her.
"Don't you have a good relationship with your grandfather?"
Zhong Li was silent.
The events in her past life have long made her indifferent to family affection.
