Liang Weirong was hit hard, her face was pale without a trace of blood, and she really looked like a seriously injured person.

Liang Yuqian, who has always been at odds with her, said cool words: "You are engaged to Feng Shen, and you are still entangled with Feng Chen, you don't have to be ashamed, remember to take care of our Liang family, our family can't afford to lose that face." ”

Liang Weirong felt very uncomfortable, lay down and pulled the quilt to cover her head, and turned away from looking at them.

The snow outside is still falling, and the white snowflakes are falling like a fairyland painting.

After breakfast, Song Zhiyue took out a set of tea sets she had just bought, and began to learn to make tea according to what Su Wansheng taught.

She not only asked Su Wansheng for advice on making tea, but also asked her for advice on flower arrangement and dancing.

Wen Mei doesn't like her, she dislikes her background, her background is not something she can change, but she can learn the basic things of celebrities, so as to improve her self-cultivation and make some efforts between her and Feng Chen.

She also opened the video while cooking, and asked Su Wansheng to see if her method was right.

"Why don't you come to my house, I'll teach you myself." Su Wansheng said on the other side of the video.

If they were still living in Jinyuan Huafu, she would definitely go.

But now that they live in the old mansion, Song Zhiyue is embarrassed to run there every day.

"No need, you have a big belly, and I'm afraid of being kicked out by Senior Lu when you run to annoy you."

Su Wansheng instructed her in the video, and Song Zhiyue did it step by step.

After cooking, she poured a cup and tasted it, the tip of her tongue was a little bitter, no different from the tea she usually makes.

And it burned the tip of her tongue, and her eyebrows twisted into twists.

"It's delicious yet."

Su Wansheng chuckled, "The brewed tea is more fragrant than the brewed one, so you must not have boiled it well, try it a few more times according to the method I said." ”

When Song Zhiyue was cooking the third poop, he heard Lu Zhenming over there say that the mobile phone had radiation, and asked Su Wansheng to end the call quickly.

She and Su Wansheng said a few more words, took the initiative to hang up the video, and concentrated on making tea.

Feng Chen came down from upstairs, saw her making tea, raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked up to her.

"Why did you suddenly study this?"

Looking at Song Zhiyue's unfamiliar methods, he guessed that she should be studying today.

"There's nothing to do, just find something to do and pass the time." After Song Zhiyue finished speaking, he poured him a cup of freshly brewed tea, "You taste it." ”

She doesn't like tea, so she can't taste anything.

And the tip of her tongue was burned just now, and she felt that every time she cooked it, it had a taste.

Feng Chen sat down on the sofa, picked up the white mist and took a sip of the tea.

"How's it going," Song Zhi asked with a pleasing eye.

Feng Chen put down the teacup and said, "It's okay." ”

"I want to hear the truth." Song Zhiyue heard the reluctance in his words.

Feng Chen saw that she was stubborn now, so he told the truth, "General, I still need to practice." ”

Song Zhiyue poured out the boiled food and prepared to do it again.

Feng Chen saw that the tea set was a full set, and she didn't look like she was playing, so she said, "Brewing tea must be good, not necessarily all the tricks." ”

Su Wansheng also said this, but Song Zhiyue felt that it was a waste, so he bought ordinary tea as an experiment.

In fact, there is good tea at home, which is usually drunk by Feng Chen, and she is reluctant to use it.

Feng Chen got up and walked to the TV cabinet, opened a drawer, took out a jar of high-end tea from it, and folded it back to her.

"Try it with this."