Ge Yong's words attracted everyone's attention, especially when Qingyu, who was dressed in a beautiful outfit, appeared. Most of the men present cast their eyes on her. As one of the top girls in Tingyu Cottage, she was naturally beautiful. At this time, she was not wearing any makeup, and her plain clothes and hairpins were even more stunning than those in fancy clothes and ornaments.
Zhang Shou only heard a few lines before he knew that this was a flashback to the scene where Kou Baimen raised gold and broke off relations with Zhu Guobi, the Duke of Baoguo, who wanted to reconcile. Of course, Kou Baimen is still Kou Baimen, but Zhu Guobi has changed...
He was the one who wrote the foreground story and character biographies. He had also watched numerous TV dramas or plays about the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai, with some good and some bad acting skills. He knew that Qingyu's acting skills might not be as good as those of the popular young actresses of later generations. So after watching for a while, he quietly went behind Zhu Ying while everyone else's attention was focused on Qingyu's lines and the plot.
Sure enough, Zhu Ying, who was not watching the show at all, noticed him immediately. Her eyes lit up, she grabbed his hand, and then quietly pulled him out through the side door.
Perhaps it was because Twelve Rain's reputation was too great. Not only was Wu invited by Ge Yong to set up a screen to watch the fun, but the little ones brought by Zhang Shou also slipped away. Even the servants in the Ge Mansion who were deaf and dumb, the rest of the people asked for the job of serving tea and water so that they could watch the fun from the side, so the yard was actually empty.
Zhu Ying forgot to wear her cloak when she slipped out, and she could not help but stamp her feet in coldness. Zhang Shou also noticed it when he came out, and immediately took the young lady with a smile and slipped directly to Ge Yong's study. After entering the room, he borrowed the teacher's kitchen utensils, added smokeless red snail charcoal to the small copper stove, and concentrated on boiling water and making tea.
Zhu Ying stared at Zhang Shou's face as he concentrated on brewing tea for a long time, and then couldn't help but say, "Ah Shou, didn't you say you're not good at the tea ceremony and can't tell whether the tea is good or bad?"
Zhang Shou paused, smiled bitterly and said that he was just trying to keep you away from him, so he just made up a story. But he couldn't say it out loud, so he could only say seriously: "So, I'm just pretending to be cultured!"
Zhu Ying was stunned at first, then she couldn't help laughing: "But you are more elegant and refined than those gentlemen who claim to be truly refined! Ah Shou, what kind of tea are you brewing?"
Zhang Shou then turned his head to look at Zhu Ying, and then said meaningfully, "Brown sugar ginger tea." Seeing Zhu Ying dumbfounded, he shrugged and said, "We didn't even wear cloaks and were blown by a lot of cold wind. Of course, we should drink some ginger tea to keep warm. Otherwise, if we choose elegance over temperature, we will end up harming our own health. I don't want to get sick during the New Year!"
Seeing Zhang Shou using a silver pick to pick up a few pieces of brown sugar and put them into the small teapot while talking, Zhu Ying laughed again with great joy: "Ah Shou, you use this teapot that Grandpa Ge usually uses to make brown sugar ginger tea. It will smell sweet and gingery. How can you make tea then? Aren't you afraid that Grandpa Ge will scold you to death?"
"You can scold me if you want. I can leave a few questions for you to change your mind." At this point, Zhang Shou would not say that this teapot was used by Teacher Ge to make ginger tea. He picked up the teapot and poured a bowl of ginger tea to Zhu Ying, and then poured it for himself. When he held the hot tea bowl in his hand, he saw Zhu Ying take a sip and then grinned because of the spiciness. He smiled at her.