"Tea is good tea, but no matter how good the tea is, the taste becomes weak after three brews." After Zhou Chi took a sip of tea, he put the tea bowl on the table and raised his eyes to look at Lu Zhicheng, "This is the prince Is it your usual hospitality habit?”
Lu Zhicheng was startled and met Zhou Chi's eyes. He felt that those eyes were even more dazzling than the glass jewelry. His heart beat like thunder again. He was so busy that he lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "I should have already I made tea and waited for you to come and drink together, but you never came... I just... drank a few more pots of tea, but I didn't expect the taste of the tea to be so... so weak. "
Zhou Chi looked at the teapot on the table. It was a copper teapot with a simple shape and an ordinary appearance. The teapot handle was also wrapped with a layer of wrapping cloth. What's more important was that the teapot's belly was not small. It was at least more exquisite than the exquisite teapots he usually used. It was twice as big. Obviously, this should be the teapot in this inn.
Zhou Chi's eyes lingered on the big teapot for a long time, then moved to Lu Zhicheng's face, frowning and asked him: "How many pots of tea have you drank?"
Lu Zhicheng was startled. He didn't expect Zhou Chi to ask this. He blinked and thought about it, and then said to Zhou Chi with some embarrassment: "I don't remember very well. Anyway, it's either two pots or three pots."
The corner of Zhou Chi's mouth twitched: "..."
Lu Zhicheng stood up and filled the water again, put the big copper teapot on the charcoal basin, took out new tea leaves, and said, "I'll make another pot for you."
Zhou Chi looked at him and then glanced at his belly. He was speechless. He pursed his lips and asked after a long time: "Aren't you panicking?"
"What?" Lu Zhicheng looked confused. When he came back to his senses, his heart suddenly thumped. He lowered his head in a hurry and whispered, "It's okay, I can drink it anyway."
Zhou Chi couldn't help but laugh: "You are not afraid of being drunk with tea. Being drunk with tea is much more uncomfortable than being drunk with wine."
As soon as they mentioned being drunk, both of them were silent for a while. Lu Zhicheng secretly glanced at Zhou Chi, looking at Zhou Chi's lowered eyebrows and thick eyelashes, and his heart was burning. He picked up the tea bowl and was about to drink. I wanted to drink a cup of tea to calm down my anger, and then I heard Zhou Chi say: "Stop drinking, your stomach will hurt if you hold on carefully."
"Oh, I won't drink," Lu Zhicheng said hurriedly, putting down the tea bowl and whispering, "It's all up to you."
What he said was very soft, but every word fell into Zhou Chi's ears clearly. Zhou Chi immediately felt uncomfortable. He looked at the steaming teapot on the charcoal basin and looked at the deer. Zhicheng pursed his lips, and Lu Zhicheng was so busy that he got up and brought the teapot over. He carefully brewed a cup of new tea and handed it to Zhou Chi, saying at the same time: "Try it, I tasted several kinds of bamboo leaf green tea in the capital. I think this tastes the best.”
"Well," Zhou Chi took the tea bowl. The aroma of tea was fragrant. He nodded immediately and said to Lu Zhicheng, "It's really good. It's better than what I usually drink."
"Then I'll pack your tea leaves," Lu Zhicheng then grinned. He smiled and then restrained himself. He put his hands on his legs that were no longer there, clenching and opening his fists, opening and clenching his fists again. After a long while, he finally said, "Zhou Chi, um... are all your injuries healed?"
Zhou Chi's hand suddenly stiffened, and his cheeks, which were red from the tea, suddenly turned twice as red. He was speechless for a long time, and Lu Zhicheng went crazy. Just when he was about to apologize to Zhou Chi, he heard Zhou Chi's inaudible voice. Authentic: "It's been fine a long time ago."