The prince is more stable

Chapter 255 Refreshing and refreshing
Prince Chu's Mansion.

After getting up early in the morning, Zhao Hao and his son Zhao Xiaoqian unexpectedly met in the back garden of the palace.

Zhao Xiaoqian yawned and saluted curtly, and Zhao Hao also yawned and nodded curtly.

Both father and son looked a little haggard.

"My son doesn't look very well. This is not good. You are only nineteen years old, an age full of vigor and vitality. Why do you look so listless?" Zhao Hao frowned.

"The child read poetry and books at night, paddling hard in the ocean of knowledge, and fell asleep in the second half of the night, so he didn't sleep well."

Zhao Hao smacked his lips. How could this statement... be so unbelievable?

Zhao Xiaoqian looked at Zhao Hao and asked curiously, "Father, you have dark circles under your eyes. Could it be that you also swam in the ocean of knowledge last night?"

Zhao Hao was filled with sorrow and grief, his face full of vicissitudes: "That's not the case. I am old and have many worries. It's hard for me to fall asleep..."

Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly realized.

The father and son looked at each other, their eyes deep and complex.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu and the Crown Prince of Chu, the elder had over a dozen concubines, the younger had three as well. Every night, the father and son were like bees gathering nectar, plucking from this flower, then that, and in the morning, they would establish their own personas...

"Being born in a wealthy family does not mean being carefree. Look at you and me, father and son. We each have our own hardships. If you tell others about it, who will understand?" Zhao Hao sighed sadly.

Zhao Xiaoqian also sighed: "Yes, who understands our hard work..."

"In this world, those who work hard with their minds are the most tired. We work silently just to help the poor people in the world live a good life, but there are still so many people scolding us for being rich but unkind. It's outrageous..." Zhao Hao became more and more angry as he spoke.

Zhao Xiaoqian's cheek twitched slightly.

I can't talk to you anymore. You're obviously so into your acting. What kind of hard work have you put in? Don't you know it? You look so righteous and confident. If you don't know better, you might think you've really suffered a great injustice.

"Father, it's okay, it's okay, you can put away your supernatural powers now..." Zhao Xiaoqian advised.

Zhao Hao yawned, his expression becoming increasingly listless. He lazily said, "After breakfast, I have to go to sleep. When I wake up, I will continue to worry about the country and the people."

Zhao Xiaoqian was also very sleepy at this time, and nodded and said, "I will have breakfast with my father, and then I will take a nap."

The father and son asked someone to bring breakfast to the backyard. After a simple but not simplistic breakfast, Zhao Hao yawned, waved to Zhao Xiaoqian, and walked towards the room in the backyard.

Zhao Xiaoqian also wanted to sleep, but he had to go to the Imperial City Office this afternoon to deal with some intelligence from the Liao Kingdom, so he forced himself to stay awake. Finally, he simply asked his servants to set up a stove in the backyard, fill it with water, and take out the tea he brought from Feng yesterday.

After the water boiled, a little tea leaves were put in. Zhao Xiaoqian hesitated for a moment, thinking that the purpose of drinking tea was not to taste it, but to refresh himself, so he grabbed another handful and threw it into the porcelain cup.

The tea was brewed with boiling water, and a rich aroma of tea leaves floated around the yard.

Zhao Xiaoqian took a sip. The strong tea was so bitter that it made him shiver all over, but he instantly became alert.

I let out a heartfelt sigh, and found the familiar feeling of my previous life again: the overtime work of slavish men, the low-quality strong tea, and the cake that always seemed to be on the verge of my mouth, but could never be eaten...

It would be even more fun if you had a mobile phone at this time and looked at those beautiful, cute and charming young ladies.

Just as he was recalling the joys and sorrows of his past life, Zhao Hao's voice came from behind him.

"What smells so good?"

Zhao Hao walked over, his nostrils rapidly contracting and expanding, his eyes half closed, and he found his way here purely by relying on his sense of smell.

Zhao Xiaoqian was stunned. What kind of ability is this?

The father and son are relatives and are considered to be the court's die-hard lackeys, but this is just a metaphor, it doesn't allow you to concretely define the word "lonely dog".

Walking in front of Zhao Xiaoqian, Zhao Hao opened his eyes, stared at the cup of strong black tea on the coffee table, and then looked at the stove on the ground.

Zhao Hao's eyes were suddenly filled with resentment, and he looked at his son with condemnation.

"You secretly created something good, but you didn't let me share it with you. My son, your habit of eating alone is not good." "Father, didn't you go back to your room to catch up on some sleep?"

"The women in the room have woken up and want more and more. I am really powerless and will not sleep anymore..." Zhao Hao told the truth absentmindedly, his attention completely attracted by the cup of strong tea.

"What is this? Is it for drinking or just for smelling?" Zhao Hao tapped the porcelain cup with his fingers.

"Drink..."

As soon as Zhao Xiaoqian finished speaking, Zhao Hao picked up the porcelain cup at lightning speed and took a big gulp. Zhao Xiaoqian was too late to stop him.

Then Zhao Hao's eyes widened and his fat body trembled like he was having the hiccups.

"Father, please wait for me to finish what I am saying. I am so...naughty!" Zhao Xiaoqian hurriedly ordered someone to bring clean water for Zhao Hao to rinse his mouth.

After a long while, Zhao Hao finally recovered his breath and exclaimed in shock, "How overbearing! Is this tea? It tastes a bit like smoky food. Did it get stir-fried?"

Zhao Xiaoqian was quite surprised: "Father is amazing. He can taste the essence of this wine after just one sip."

Zhao Hao smiled proudly, "I'm not bragging, but when it comes to eating, drinking, and having fun, I'm naturally gifted. I can taste everything after I've tasted it."

Zhao Xiaoqian was very impressed. Based on this ability, he was sure that the more than ten concubines Zhao Hao had in his backyard definitely did not have diabetes.

"The tea my son makes is quite novel, very different from the tea made outside. Tea leaves can actually be fried in a pan. Ha, it's really a brilliant idea. My son is probably the only one in the world who can think of it." Zhao Hao was ready to praise him mindlessly again.

After a pause, Zhao Hao frowned again and said, "But this tea tastes too bitter. Although it is very refreshing after drinking it, it is really hard to swallow. I am afraid that not many people will accept it..."

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed, "I was just about to say that the cup of tea wasn't meant to be savored, but purely for invigorating the spirit. Drinking tea has a different flavor. But before I could finish my words, father took a gulp. How can you still be so impulsive at your age?"

Zhao Hao asked doubtfully, "Is there another flavor?"

Zhao Xiaoqian ordered his servants to bring a pot of mountain spring water. After pouring out the strong tea, he put in a few tea leaves, brewed it with boiling water, waited for two or three breaths, and then poured the tea into a small cup.

"Father, please try again."

Zhao Hao took a careful sip, his big fat mouth smacking, and then his eyes lit up.

"Good, good! This taste is right! Fresh and elegant, astringent at first but then sweet. Even after it enters the stomach, the mouth still has an endless aftertaste. There is a hint of Zen, and it seems as if I have touched the threshold of the ultimate truth of heaven and earth..."

Zhao Hao took another sip, closed his eyes and smiled, his face full of aftertaste.

This look of enlightenment made Zhao Xiaoqian a little uncertain. He just invented fried tea, not a magic medicine that could make people ascend to heaven. Wasn't his father's look a bit exaggerated?
Zhao Xiaoqian took a sip uncertainly, then closed his eyes and savored the taste, imitating Zhao Hao.

Well, it's fragrant, elegant, bitter at first but sweet later... As for the Zen meaning, the truth of the universe, etc., I'm sorry, I didn't feel any of it at all. The only picture in my mind was working overtime like a slave in my previous life.

It is impossible to become an immortal, it is impossible to become an immortal in this lifetime.

Some people like tea so much that they become addicted to it and must drink it every day, otherwise they will feel like they are being tormented by a hundred claws and will be in excruciating pain.

But some people feel it is just a normal drink, just as a drink with a special taste. If they don’t have tea, they can drink coffee or cola.

But the fried tea made by Zhao Xiaoqian obviously hit Zhao Hao's heart, and it was obvious that Zhao Hao liked this kind of tea from the bottom of his heart.

"You had this good stuff, why didn't you take it out earlier!" Zhao Hao took a sip and complained dissatisfiedly.

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed, "I just made this yesterday. This thing is very particular. Usually we have to pick spring tea, which is best before Qingming and after Grain Rain. And we only use the tender buds at the top of the tea tree. The tea trees in the south of the Yangtze River are the most suitable. It takes several steps to mature."

Glancing at Zhao Hao, Zhao Xiaoqian added, "Besides, even if I could make it, I wouldn't dare give it to my father."

"What?"

"Yesterday, a certain mother who wishes to remain anonymous said that my father doesn't deserve to drink, and that giving it to a dog is more worthy than you."

(End of this chapter)