Such a tea soup with the breath of spring seems to have an indescribable charm, silently extending an invitation: "Drink me, drink me..."
There was a trace of struggle in Meng Jia's eyes. He closed his eyes and prepared to drink the tea soup.
But Tao Rui stopped in front and said respectfully: "Master, please give the tea soup to the slave to test the poison."
Meng Jiaru woke up from the dream and handed the tea cup to Taorui without hesitation, his eyes never leaving the cup of tea.
Thirteenth Niang gave Mu Yunhan a comforting look and said that this was a necessary process. After all, Meng Jia had a noble and special status and could not eat food from outside casually.
Mu Yunhan was calm and said gently: "The tea cup is unique in the world. It is my livelihood. Please be careful, Miss Taorui, and don't bump into it."
As the eldest maid beside Meng Jia, Taorui has extraordinary knowledge. Knowing that Mu Yunhan was not exaggerating, she nodded lightly: "Don't worry."
The tea soup was poured into a small and exquisite silver teacup. After letting it sit for a while, Taorui reported: "The silver teacup has not changed color."
Meng Jia nodded lightly, Taorui raised the silver cup with both hands, drank the tea soup in one gulp, and sat down quietly to wait.
After a while, Taorui said: "This slave is not feeling unwell."
Thirteenth Niang offered the crystal teacup again: "Master, please."
Meng Jia looked at Mu Yunhan. The girl was sitting quietly in a corner. Her body looked particularly slender and small in the wide black robe. The long green gauze shrouded her face and all her expressions.
She sat there quietly, her clothes could be said to be extremely ugly, but her whole person gave people a gentle and relaxed feeling, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and upright.
"Hmph!" Meng Jia himself didn't know why he snorted, but he just wanted to snort, and then he poured a cup of tea soup down his throat.
It really poured directly into the throat, so fast that the tongue could only taste a little bit of sweetness.
"What do you mean? Only give me a little bit?" He said fiercely: "I have a lot of money! Hurry up and give me more!"
"Yes." Mu Yunhan nodded gently and cursed, knowing that you are rich, you are just lucky enough to be rich.
Another cup of tea soup was delivered to Meng Jia. Taorui wanted to go through the poison testing process again, but Meng Jia pushed her away rudely: "I'm so annoyed! Get out of here, the tea is getting cold after all the tossing and tossing!"
This time Mengjia drank the cup of tea soup in three sips. He clearly felt the rich fragrance and long sweetness of the tea soup.
As the warm tea soup soaks into the stomach, it seems that the whole person becomes soft and relaxed, and even the eyelids can hardly hold it.
He opened his eyes wide in dissatisfaction and said loudly: "You are such a bitch, what the hell are you doing!"
Mu Yunhan said nothing, poured out all the remaining tea leaves in the teapot, crushed them into powder with a jade pestle, added a little hot water, mixed them together, and asked Thirteenth Niang to give them to Meng Jia: "Swallow them all."
Meng Jia didn't want to drink it: "I told you many times, I have a lot of money! Do you dare to give me tea powder? How much is a pot of your broken tea? Make it again, I will give you five hundred taels of silver a pot, no
, one thousand taels of silver per pot!”
Thirteenth Niang was very embarrassed: "Sister, do you see?"
Mu Yunhan said firmly: "This tea is secretly made. The quantity is limited. You can't buy it even if you have money. You can't waste a penny. If you don't have more, just throw it away if you don't drink it."
"What?" Meng Jia slapped the coffee table and stood up: "Can you say it again?" (To be continued)