The "lowly" wild chrysanthemum could not bear the abuse of the fan handle, and was soon beaten into a puddle of mud, lying limply on the mouth of the vase, looking very pitiful.
Mu Yunhan said: "Do it again!"
After listening to her words, Meng Jia subconsciously knocked down hard, and the handle of the fan fell to the mouth of the bottle. Only then did he hear Mu Yunhan drawling: "...The vase is broken..."
So he shook the fan handle forcefully, causing the vase to fall to the table, causing a dent to form on the entire rosewood coffee table.
It is conceivable that if it had been hit on the vase just now, this antique vase worth several thousand taels of silver would definitely have been shattered into powder.
"You little bitch has no good intentions..." Meng Jia was furious, pointed the handle of the fan at Mu Yunhan, and opened his mouth to curse.
But Mu Yunhan clasped his hands together and said piously: "Young master is really a good man, willing to listen to advice, otherwise it would be a pity to smash such an expensive vase, which could feed hundreds of poor people."
When everyone in the Meng family heard this, they all happily followed suit and flattered them: "Young Master has a kind heart...Young Master is a good person...Young Master..."
"..." Meng Jia had nothing to say. This shameless girl was clearly not well-intentioned, so how could she be trying to persuade him?
But being surrounded by so many people praising me, it was not easy to lose face, so I snorted coldly: "Listen carefully, I have a lot of money! Don't use cheap and worthless things, you are not worthy of me!"
"Yes, sir, please take a seat." Mu Yunhan followed the good example and secretly named him "Meng Youqian".
Meng Jia swayed back to his seat, put his feet up on the small table, and snorted coldly: "You sweet-tongued country girl! Listen carefully, no matter what, use the most expensive and best treatment.
Dear Master, for your illness, I will give you a lot of money, more than you can imagine!"
Mu Yunhan smiled calmly and said, "My lord, please forgive me. If I cure your illness, I don't need any money, I just need a promise."
"Bold!" Taorui said loudly: "You are a person with ulterior motives..."
Meng Jia stopped Tao Rui and sneered: "Don't say anything, life is inseparable from money and power. If I can afford it, it also depends on whether she can afford it! I agree, let's start."
Mu Yunhan smiled and nodded, and methodically burned incense, boiled water, washed and ironed the tea sets, took tea leaves, and made tea.
The boiling water poured into the teapot, and the red lotus blossomed. The scene was silent, and everyone looked surprised. It was only because of their identity that they did not say anything in surprise.
After achieving the effect, Mu Yunhan was very satisfied and was about to pour the tea soup when Meng Jia suddenly shouted: "What do you mean? I just told you that everything must be the most expensive and best. Why don't you give it to me?"
I arrange flowers and let this lowly wild chrysanthemum lie wilted on this vase!"
Mu Yunhan said calmly: "That's because the flowers here are not valuable enough to match the nobleness of the young master."
Meng Jia knocked on her fan in confusion, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't refute it.
In this moment of confusion, the crystal tea cup exuding dense heat was already held in front of Thirteenth Niang.
In the crystal clear tea cup, in the light blue clear tea soup, the fiery red lotus blooms leisurely.
The mist swirls up, bringing with it the refreshing fragrance of tea, which is intertwined with an indescribable fragrance of flowers.
If a tea soup can be described by four seasons, the feeling this tea soup brings to people is that of vibrant spring.
Meng Jia's Adam's apple trembled uncontrollably, and he quietly swallowed the sentence "It's so ugly, I won't drink it". (To be continued)