The "lowly" wild chrysanthemum couldn't bear the devastation of the fan handle, and was quickly beaten into a puddle of mud, lying on the mouth of the vase softly, looking pitiful.

Mu Yunhan said: "Come again!" ”

Meng Jia listened to her flowers, and subconsciously knocked it down, and the handle of the fan fell to the mouth of the bottle, only to hear Mu Yunhan say in a shuffling voice: "...... The vase is broken......"

So he shook the handle of the fan, wiped the vase and fell to the table, and the entire rosewood coffee table smashed a pit.

It is conceivable that if it had been smashed on the vase just now, this antique vase worth thousands of taels of silver would have been shattered into powder.

"You little lady is uneasy and kind...... Meng Jia was furious, pointed the handle of the fan at Mu Yunhan, and opened his mouth to scold.

But seeing Mu Yunhan clasping his hands together, he said reverently: "Gongzi is really a good person, he is willing to listen to persuasion, otherwise it would be a pity that such a valuable vase would be broken, and it would be able to feed hundreds of poor people." ”

When the people of the Meng family heard this, they all followed with joy: "The son is kind-hearted...... Childe is a good person...... Childe ......"

"......" Meng Jia had nothing to say, this yellow-skinned stinky girl was obviously uneasy and kind, why did she become persuading him?

But being surrounded by so many people and praising him wildly, it was really not easy to pull his face, so he snorted coldly: "Listen, the master has money!" Don't use cheap and worthless things, it's not worthy of the master! ”

"Yes, please take a seat." Mu Yunhan was as good as a stream, and secretly named him "Meng Youqian".

Meng Jia swayed back to his seat, put his feet high on the small table, and snorted coldly: "Clever earth girl! Listen, no matter what, use the most expensive and best to cure the master's illness, the master will give you a lot of money, so much that you can't think of it! ”

Mu Yunhan smiled indifferently: "Son, forgive me, if I cure your illness, I don't need money, I just need a promise." ”

"Bold!" Tao Rui said loudly: "You ill-intentioned person......"

Meng Jia stopped Taorui and sneered: "Don't make a sound, life in the world is inseparable from the word money and power, if the master can afford it, it depends on whether she can afford it!" Master promised, let's start. ”

Mu Yunhan smiled and bowed, methodically burning incense, boiling water, washing and scalding tea sets, taking tea leaves, and making tea.

The boiling water rushed into the teapot, the red lotus bloomed, the scene was silent, and everyone showed a look of surprise, but because of their identity, they didn't exclaim.

To achieve the effect, Mu Yunhan was very satisfied, and was about to pour the tea soup, when Meng Jia suddenly shouted again: "What do you mean?" The master just told you, everything has to be the most expensive and the best, why don't you arrange flowers for the master, and let this lowly wild chrysanthemum lie on this vase! ”

Mu Yunhan said calmly: "That's because the flowers here are not valuable enough and are not worthy of the nobility of the son." ”

Meng Jia tapped the fan suspiciously, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't refute it.

In this stunned moment, the crystal tea cup exuding a steaming heat had already been held in front of Thirteen Niang.

In the crystal tea cup, in the light blue clear tea soup, the fiery red lotus blooms leisurely.

The mist swirls upward, bringing a refreshing aroma of tea, which is intertwined with an indescribable floral fragrance.

If you can describe a tea soup in four seasons, this tea soup gives people the feeling of vibrant spring.

Meng Jia's Adam's apple shook uncontrollably, and the sentence "It's ugly, the master doesn't drink it" quietly swallowed back.