Ling Luoyu took a sip and tasted it carefully: "The fragrance of flowers and tea... are both light. If you taste it carefully, it seems... Excuse me, mother, I can't taste the tea. I can't taste what it is. Flowers, it looks like... many kinds of flowers..."

"You can taste many kinds of flowers. It's pretty good. I just tasted a little bit of floral fragrance." Zhao Qin gave an exaggerated thumbs up and clicked like.

"You child..." Qian Qian glared at Zhao Qin angrily, smiled and curled her lips: "Seriously, such a good thing to drink for these dirty men is simply a violent thing... His grandfather is like this. I have been drinking tea for so many years, but I don't know what I am drinking..."

Perhaps she mentioned that man, her expression dimmed in an instant.

However, she soon realized her problem, quickly adjusted her emotions, smiled and filled Ling Luoyu's tea again.

"It's true that the tea you are drinking is adjusted by the juice of a lot of flowers. The first time ordinary people drink my tea, they can only drink the floral fragrance, but they don't know the floral fragrance inside. It is made from the sap of many kinds of flowers, Xiao Yuer, let me tell you, the sap blending is also different..."

When women talk about beauty, they always have many common topics unconsciously.

For a while, Qian Qian was talking endlessly, while Ling Luoyu listened to earnestly forgetting me.

It was Zhao Qin, who seemed to be superfluous for a while, just sitting there with him for tea.

His eyes wandered between Ling Luoyu and Qian Qian.

It wasn't until noon, his stomach groaned, that they interrupted them.

"Mother..."

After calling twice, Qian Qian turned her head back: "What's wrong?"

"...Well, it's noon, hungry... you have to eat too..."

"It's noon?" Qian Qian reacted and glanced at the sky: "Yeah, you said, when I talk about it, it's endless, I don't know it until noon."

Thinking of something, she reluctantly held Ling Luoyu's hand and stroked the back of her hand.

"Child, I eat vegetarian rice here, it's not suitable for you, or... You will be hungry for a while, let us have your meal here, let's eat together?"

"Mother, I'm not picky eaters, what you eat, I will eat whatever, I..."

Before Ling Luoyu finished speaking, Zhao Qin suddenly stood up and interrupted.

"My mother's meal, you can't get used to it!"

Can you still have trouble eating?

Vegetarian rice, doesn't it mean vegetarian food such as vegetables and tofu?

Why can't you eat this?

When Qian Qian's food was on the table, Ling Luoyu understood what Zhao Qin meant by "not used to eating".

This, what is it that you are not used to eating?

I can't eat it!

To be precise, she couldn't swallow it!

because--

"Mother, these flowers... are they for eating?"

Several dishes were placed on the stone table.

Among the dishes, there are various flower petals in full bloom.

Although it is colorful and beautiful, it really has no appetite.

"Yes, this is my veggie rice." Qian Qian pinched a petal and put it in her mouth: "In these years, I have cultivated my character, and I have rarely eaten grains..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Supreme!

admire! !

How can this be self-cultivation! ?

This is clearly cultivating immortals! !

Only eat petals and drink dew, not all grains-it is estimated that this is the day of the gods! !