Dumb farmer wife busy farming

Chapter 291 Cooking Snow and Tea
Ye Qingqing had been the concubine of Jin for so many years in her previous life, she didn't learn intrigue, but she learned ten percent of the skills that noble girls from various aristocratic families should learn.

At that time, Lu Qing started to get in touch with various important people, and he claimed to be a scholar of classical Chinese, and he was even more enthusiastic about such elegant things as cooking snow and tea.

She loves houses and cubs, so naturally she tried her best to learn.

At that time, Jin Jiu clearly knew what her original intention was, but she wanted to learn, so he still found the best teacher for her.

She was taught by a famous teacher, and she wanted to learn it with all her heart. Naturally, there was no reason why she couldn't learn it.

She knows how to make tea, and she also knows how to make tea without tea leaves.

The flowers are in full bloom in spring, which is the best time to collect all kinds of flowers to make scented tea.

Although the flowers are naturally picked and processed, dried and then soaked to taste better, but drinking it like this now is not interesting.

Ye Qingqing stood up unhurriedly and walked out of the pavilion, and walked around the hillside. When she came back, there were already many budding flowers wrapped in a white veil.

There was no need to wash it, Ye Qingqing put the flower bone into the purple clay pot, and waited quietly for the water to boil.

Before she was asked to wait long, the teapot on the stove was already bubbling and bubbling.

Hold the teapot with a cotton pad and pour boiling tea into the purple sand pot. The moment the hot tea touches the flower buds, the flowers bloom in time, and a fresh fragrance wafts out.

Seeing Ye Qingqing's movements flowing like clouds and flowing water, she picked up the purple sand pot and walked to the edge of the pavilion, poured out the water in it, and walked back.

Just put the purple clay pot on the table, lift the teapot again, pour the boiling water into the purple clay pot, the flowers bloom bigger and the aroma is stronger.

Jin Jiu sat opposite Ye Qingqing and watched her busy.

Even on the slopes in the countryside, even in the Jingchai sarong, Ye Qingqing's face became more and more prominent as she got older.

Seeing that plain face without any makeup but still unmistakably stunning, the smile in Jin Jiu's eyes gradually deepened.

It seems that he should buy some hairpin dresses for his Qingqing!

Ye Qingqing didn't know what was going on in Jin Jiu's mind. Originally, she just came to this hillside to have a look at it on a whim, but she didn't expect one surprise after another to wait for her.

Brewing such a pot of simple tea in this countryside made her feel far more comfortable than drinking the famous tea from famous masters in the huge Jin Palace in her previous life.

After the tea was brewed, Ye Qingqing poured it into small teacups, picked up the quilt and took a sip, the fragrance of flowers instantly filled her mouth.

The fragrance lingered between the lips and teeth and turned into a faint bitterness, but in Ye Qingqing's heart, it was sweeter than eating honey.

The two quietly sipped tea, with smiles on their faces.

On the stone bridge in the distance, Ye Wanwan clenched his hands tightly, almost pinching blood from his injuries.

She had fantasized about cooking snow and making tea with Lu Qing, but her fantasies were just fantasies, Ye Qingqing had already drank it with Jin Jiu.

She thought that what she said would cause a rift between the two, but she didn't expect that they were still so affectionate.

She thinks that she is not inferior to Ye Qingqing, but why is the gap between their lives getting bigger and bigger?
(When you are with the one you love, every drink and peck is sweet. Thank you three babies, Xianhe. and Yuan, for your rewards. I love you all.)
(End of this chapter)