I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 414: CP
Due to the dual effects of colonial plunder and the Industrial Revolution, people in Britain in the late 18th century could already afford cheap tea and sugar.

Although some "kind" dignitaries believed that sugar was stained with the blood and sweat of black slaves, was the source of evil and should be boycotted, this did not affect the ordinary people's crazy pursuit of it.

Most people cannot afford good tea, and it is good enough to drink tea made from broken tea leaves. There are still many fake tea leaves circulating in the market, and you can imagine how they taste.

In order to pair it with inferior tea, British civilians particularly like to add sugar to it, making it extremely sweet.

Of course, Xia Qingdai would not drink the choking sweet tea. She had learned a lot from Miss Bai, who kept reading newspapers and studying.

A new piece of furniture from London was added to this living room some time ago - a specially made small round tea table.

This tea table is small and light. When not in use, it can be placed on the side as a side table. When in use, it can be moved to the center of the room and a few chairs with backrests can be placed on the side so that the ladies can sit around it and drink tea and chat.

The British of this era did not like to place furniture everywhere. Usually, such a large room was empty, and the chairs and furniture were all placed against the wall, making the room look spacious and orderly.

When Xia Qingdai and Jane finished washing up and walked into the living room, her personal maid Mary had already cleverly set up a tea table and two chairs not far from the fireplace.

"Jane, please sit here." Xia Qingdai extended her hand and led Jane Austen to a seat.

"Okay." Jane sat quietly and watched Xia Qingdai open the cover of the specially made small tea table and take out the clean cups and tea leaves inside.

This small tea table can not only hold tea leaves, but also exquisite teacups and teapots. It is a piece of furniture created purely for drinking tea.

Small tea tables are very popular in London now, because they greatly enhance the hostess's style when making tea. Visually, they look very delicate and sophisticated.

Whether it is the wood of the tea table itself, the ivory tea canister, or the teacups and teapots from the Qing Dynasty in the East, all of them are full of style.

The British upper class love to talk nonsense, as the saying goes, "They work as hard as a tiger, but the results are zero and five", which is reflected in the tea ceremony and cooking.

But Xia Qingdai is much better than the average British housewife. She does have some skills when it comes to making tea and will never add a lot of sugar or milk to it.

The tea we drink today also has a history. It is pure 18th century oriental tea from Xia Qingdai’s own ocean-going fleet.

With good tea, good water and a good mood, it is hard to be unhappy.

The two were drinking tea in the living room, while Xia Qingdai's personal maid Mary was standing outside the house, ready to add hot water to the teapot at any time.

The luxurious life of a lady is something that can easily make people indulge in.

After finishing afternoon tea, the two left the room and walked into the salon downstairs.

Owen's cousins ​​are chatting and playing cards here, while the host Owen is still busy with government affairs in the study.

As a responsible sheriff, his life is not easy. He spent the whole morning with Xia Qingdai in giving alms, so he will be busy in the afternoon.

The people sitting in the salon were having fun playing cards and didn't notice the arrival of Xia Qingdai and Jane at all.

Xia Qingdai felt that it was quite noisy here, so she said to Jian, "Why don't we go to the living room? There are books there, and we can read for a while."

"Okay." Jane said without hesitation, "I'm fine with anything."

The two then walked out of the bustling salon and came to the slightly deserted living room in the middle.

Because the space is quite large, even though the fireplace in the living room is lit, the room temperature is still much cooler than the leisure salon. However, they would rather be a little cooler than noisy.

They each chose a book and sat on the sofa near the fireplace to read in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Qingdai heard familiar footsteps. She turned her head to the door of the living room and saw Owen, dressed in formal attire, walking in.

Compared to Xia Qingdai's casualness, Owen is much more particular in every aspect.

Dinner is the only formal meal of the day, so Irving must wear formal clothes, even at home.

A gentleman is cautious when alone, and this is fully reflected in Irving.

He never asked his cousins ​​who visited his home to observe etiquette like he did, but he himself was very strict with himself.

Xia Qingdai admired this point about little Owen very much. This old-fashioned little handsome boy had an inexplicable charm.

Seeing Owen's new suit, Xia Qingdai smiled widely: "Hey, Owen, are you done? Can we have dinner now?"

Owen bowed politely to the two men before replying, "We'll have to wait a moment."

Jian also immediately stood up and knelt to return the greeting, but Xia Qingdai was the only one who remained calm and motionless.

Little Owen is one of us, and since we are so familiar with each other, there is no need to be too polite. She took off her shoes lazily and curled up on the sofa. It was troublesome to stand up and greet.

"Oh, I thought you came here to call us to have dinner."

"Dinner is almost time." Owen paused and said, "Why don't you go play with them? The temperature in this room is a little low."

Xia Qingdai casually replied, "Some of them are playing cards, some are bragging, I think it's a bit noisy, it's better to read a book here. A lower temperature won't hurt, it will make your head clearer! It's too hot and I feel dizzy."

Owen smiled, paused for a moment, walked to a sofa and sat down, then thought of a topic and said, "Do you want to go and see what's for dinner tonight? I heard there will be fish."

"No need, I trust our cook's ability."

Jane just listened to Xia Qingdai and Owen chatting without interrupting. She could sense Owen's feelings for Xia Qingdai, but it was a little strange that after such a long time, Owen had not proposed to her.

This was extremely slow considering the pace of love in the 18th century.

Sometimes she even wondered if she had guessed Owen's thoughts wrongly.

But now seeing Owen sitting next to her, talking to Xia Qingdai for no apparent reason, she became reassured of her previous thoughts.

When Jane thought about two people with similar conditions being together, a hint of an auntie smile appeared at the corners of her lips, and she felt a little bit of pleasure in shipping the couple.

Xia Qingdai didn't feel anything about these things, because she always looked down on the people of Lilliput with a condescending attitude and never thought about that aspect at all.

After all, Owen is more like a partner to her than anything else.

Owen also sensed Xia Qingdai's slowness, so he kept silent and worked hard in the hope that he could match the goddess and make her look down at him.