Mu Yunhan concentrated on arranging flowers, making incense, burning incense, boiling water, and making tea.
Xiaomi sat quietly on her knees, handing her things and stroking her hands from time to time.
Meng Jia changed into a plain moon-white gauze robe, leaned on the lounge chair, and stared at the master and servant with a sinister expression, trying to penetrate them with his eyes and make them tremble.
The master and servant didn't react at all, thinking he was transparent.
"Hmph!" Meng Jia finally couldn't help it, and kicked the short girl in front of him to the ground, making all the beautiful maids gasp in fright.
Mu Yunhan didn't even move his eyebrows, he just handed a cup of steaming tea to Xiaomi: "That's it."
Taorui quickly stepped forward, took the tea cup from Xiaomi's hand, and noticed with sharp eyes that the tea cup had changed.
It is no longer the crystal clear crystal cup with red lotuses blooming before, but an ordinary white porcelain cup.
Looking at the teapot again, the teapot has also been replaced by an old purple clay teapot with a corner of the lid missing. It is dull and not exquisite at all.
Tao Rui looked at Meng Jia subconsciously, always feeling that something was wrong.
Sure enough, when Meng Jia saw the white porcelain tea cup, he immediately became furious: "What's wrong with you? Who asked you to give such a lowly tea cup to me? It deserves..."
"It's not worthy of the young master, I know." Mu Yunhan said calmly: "But there's nothing I can do about it. I'm poor and can't find a better tea cup. Otherwise, the young master can buy another one here.
It’s expensive, worthy of the young master’s tea cup, right?”
Thirteenth Niang reconciled: "Okay, okay, quickly take out the young master's glass cup!"
Meng Jia glared at Mu Yunhan fiercely: "What's going on with the teapot?"
Mu Yunhan picked up the old teapot lovingly: "This teapot is very valuable. It has been handed down from our ancestors for hundreds of years. The workmanship of the clay is incredible. The color is so moist, and the tea brewed is amazing.
Okay, the quality needs to be improved one or two levels! That day, the young master thought my tea set was not good. After thinking about it, I decided that it is the only one worthy of the young master!"
Meng Jia looked at Mu Yunhan with disdain like he was looking at an idiot: "You haven't seen any good things, have you? This broken pot is also called good?"
Mu Yunhan raised his eyebrows: "Of course! In my mind it is the best!"
Meng Jia stared at her for a long time, and couldn't see anything wrong. He raised his chin, snorted from his nose, and said: "Looking at your filial piety, I don't think you are blind!"
The maid did not want to change to a glass cup, so she took the white porcelain tea cup and drank the tea in one gulp.
Thirteen Niang and others breathed a sigh of relief. He was really an ancestor. They were really afraid that he would smash Mu Yunhan's tea set just now.
Soon, the three cups of tea were finished and all the tea leaves were consumed. Mu Yunhan packed his things and was about to leave, but Meng Jia said slowly: "Wait a minute! Did I let you go?"
He also said that today went really well, but it turned out that he was waiting here!
Everyone's hearts were clenched. Before Mu Yunhan could say anything, Thirteenth Niang and Taorui had already apologized and said with a smile, "Young Master, what else do you have to say?"
Meng Jia didn't even look at the two of them. He stood up and walked slowly to Mu Yunhan and Xiaomi. He circled around the two of them a few times, pointed at Xiaomi and said, "I recognize you!"
Xiaomi and Mu Yunhan looked at each other and saw tension in each other's eyes.
Yes, Meng Jia was present at the bidding and auction of millet at Huanhualou that night.
It was normal for him to be crazy and blind before, so he failed to recognize Xiaomi. This time he is relatively sober, and it is reasonable to recognize Xiaomi. (To be continued)