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Probably used as a table and stool?

Qu Tan'er thought about it, and it seemed that he had seen similar decorations in the only incomplete stone houses in the original tribe.

Not long after they entered, a woman brought up steamed buns and tea.

This is probably their breakfast today.

There are a lot of things to be busy with the relocation of the clan, so the clansmen will settle the early ones casually.

The old patriarch ordered them to come in, but he didn't show any signs of discussing the matter. He only remained silent for a while, and then greeted them to have breakfast.

Qu Tan'er felt strange, and unconsciously glanced at Mo Liancheng, seeing that he hadn't expressed anything, so he had to eat breakfast cooperatively.

The three of them ate breakfast in silence, occasionally listening to the sounds outside.

The old patriarch looked preoccupied, as if hesitating about something.

In Mo Liancheng, the situation was much calmer. The noble and extraordinary grandpa chewed the steamed buns one bite at a time, with a haughty look and elegant demeanor, he insisted on eating steamed buns in the stone house, as if eating French bread in a high-end restaurant.

Sure enough, good-looking people, no matter what they do, are pleasing to the eye.Qu Tan'er couldn't help sighing.

However, even with the beauty of a certain master, she still has a normal appetite. She picked up the steamed bun and bit half of it, then picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

I have to mention that the women of the Cloud Tribe have a pair of skillful hands. They can make delicious steamed buns and soup, but the skill in making tea is far less than one ten-thousandth of her master's. .

A certain woman who had been spoiled by Mo Liancheng silently put down her teacup.

This subtle movement was immediately noticed by Mo Liancheng.

"Does Tan'er want to drink the tea I made?" Mo Liancheng asked suddenly.

Qu Tan'er's eyes lit up, "Chengcheng, do you want to make tea?"

Seeing her like this, Mo Liancheng smiled slightly, "If Tan'er likes, anytime, anywhere."

"Chengcheng, I want to drink!" Qu Tan'er immediately expressed his opinion.

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I drank the tea made by Mr. Mou. She misses the unforgettable taste!

Thinking of this, the distinctive clear tea aroma was still on the tip of her tongue, Qu Tan'er squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

The old patriarch was attracted by her exaggerated appearance, and asked curiously: "So little brother Mo is also proficient in tea ceremony?"

It was Qu Tan'er who answered him, she should not miss any opportunity to praise her master! "My grandfather brews good tea that everyone praises! Keep the patriarch in charge. After you drink it, you will never forget it!"

"Hehe, if that's the case, I won't be polite, and I'll have the cheek to ask you for a cup of tea, little brother Mo." The old patriarch laughed.

While the old man was talking, he had already put down the teacup in his hand.

To be honest, eating steamed buns early in the morning, accompanied by a cup of tea without tea taste, is really tasteless.

Elderly people especially love tea. However, the conditions of the Cloud Tribe are limited. It is good to have tea supply. How can we ask for good or bad tea?

Originally, the old patriarch planned to ask someone to bring up the tea set from the clan, but Mo Liancheng had already taken out a set of tea sets from the space ring he carried with him the next moment.

Because he wanted to drink it himself, he brought all the top-quality spirit tea.

However, this realm restricts external forces, and it is really a waste to brew these high-quality spiritual teas this time.

It must be known that the tea he brewed by himself is not only good for its taste, but also its function.