The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 187
"Let me hold the umbrella." Cang Li took the umbrella, and the tall figure enveloped the housekeeper.

The cold on his body made the butler shiver uncontrollably.

what happened?

In the past two days, the young master's temper has also been weird, but Mr. Li has returned to the way he was when he first came.

The curtain was lifted, and a warm fragrance came to the face, making Cang Li frown.

"My lord, this is a freshly made pastry, just try it." The butler laid out the various patterns in the food box, "All are made according to your instructions and according to Miss Yunyan's taste."

Yun Yan showed a surprised smile, like a little girl next door who got a compliment, laughing and twisting a piece of pastry, "Well, it really tastes like Yuncheng, the third son has a heart."

Cen Mu took a sip of tea, didn't look at Cang Li, and smiled gently: "I heard from my second brother that you are not used to the food here in Haicheng, so I specially hired a cook. Not only the pastry is good, but Yun The dishes on the other side of the city are also good, when we eat, Ayan will comment on it."

"It's really troublesome for the third son." Probably because she was paying attention to her image, Yunyan didn't eat any more after only two mouthfuls. She wiped her mouth and said with a embarrassed smile, "Haicheng is full of seafood, boiled with original flavor, we in Yuncheng The taste is rather spicy, and the ingredients added are quite sufficient, I'm afraid the third son won't be used to it."

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to Yuncheng's dishes." Cen Mu glanced at the pastry she put on the table, said nothing, raised his hand to add tea, and the aroma was overflowing.

"Is this your merman? It's so beautiful!" Yun Yan's sharp eyes suddenly saw Cang Li standing behind the pavilion.

The blue hair is loose, and the eyes are as cold as the snow in the twelfth lunar month.Like the alpine snow lotus, you can't play close to it.

Cen Mu turned around, only to find that Cang Li had also entered.

"Young Master Li, come and have a cup of hot tea, you still have snow on your body, come in and warm up." The butler cleared away the table and took care of Cang Li.

Cang Li's eyes fell on Cen Mu, without saying a word.

"Second brother gave me the shark slave, do you like Ayan?" Cen Mu took Yun Yan's words, the tenderness in Cangli's eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Cang Li thought that that kind of gaze would only be for him.

It turns out that as long as he wants to, it can be done to everyone.

Haicheng people are really cunning.

Cang Li said coldly: "No, the cold air on my body is heavy, I'm afraid it will be infected on the young master, I'd better leave first."

Yun Yan sized Cang Li up, her gaze was exactly the same as that of the merchant who bought shark slaves.

Disgust welled up in him, but there was nothing he could do.

"Can the tears of sharks really be turned into pearls? And they can dig out their eyes to make green pearls? How do you make longevity candles?" Yun Yan finished her research and threw out all the questions.

"Of course it's true." Cen Mu put down his teacup and explained patiently.

From how the Haicheng people tortured the mermen to cry, to gouging out their eyes after death, and the longevity candle, I will describe them in detail.

The butler gave Cang Li a sad look, is it not good for the young master to say it face to face?

Although, it is true.

Yun Yan showed surprise on her face, "Is it so bloody?"

She glanced at Cang Li, feeling pity, "Such a beautiful woman, how did you Haicheng people go down?"

Cen Mu chuckled: "No matter how beautiful your face is, you will grow old one day. Zuo is just a slave with no status, so of course he can do it. If this one is gone, it can always be caught again in the sea."

"It's true." Yun Yan felt relieved, "I heard that the third son is very attentive to your shark slave."

Cen Mu glanced at Cang Li lightly, "The pet is still favored, of course I will take good care of it. For example..."

"Ah……"

A sneer interrupted Cen Mu's words, and when he raised his eyes again, the blue figure had disappeared.

　[Thank you Qingwan from the Immortal League in the Clouds for your reward, good night babies. 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)