A generation of enchantresses bewitched the harem

Chapter 18
The maids placed the belongings brought by the noble lady, I tilted my head to look at them, the maids and servants she brought compared with those in my house, it was like the difference between a lady from a big family and a jade from a small family, I said awkwardly: "Mrs. The servants, on the other hand, are calm and introverted, respectful and polite."

"Miss is absurd, servants dare not!" As soon as I said the words, all her servants saluted me in unison, I was taken aback.

This beautiful woman looked at me with a smile, we were speechless for a while, the atmosphere was a little dull, and I didn't know when my father would come, so sitting like this was not an option.

The tea that was placed by the beautiful woman's hand seemed untouched by her.

This is Yuqian Longjing from the south of the Yangtze River, and I rarely take it out to entertain guests on weekdays.When I saw her at first, I just took it under my nose and sniffed it lightly. I only took a small sip to show politeness, and didn't use it much.

It seems that she usually uses better tea.I had an idea in my mind. Although I haven't read the book and the handicrafts of female celebrities are very poor, I have little research on the tea ceremony.

Because I love tea very much, I raised my hand and called a servant girl, and gave two soft orders, and she immediately went down in a hurry.

I said to the beautiful woman: "Madam, please wait a moment, I will try to make you a pot of tea with my own hands."

She wondered: "You still know this?"

I nodded with a smile, and added a sentence in my heart, I only know this.

She was even more amazed: "Misses from ordinary families seldom do such menial tasks. You don't like reading, how can you like this?"

I was a little tongue-tied, thought for a while, and then replied, "I don't know either, but my mother wants me to learn this." I looked at her expression, and slowly continued: "Mother said, women should be more considerate." Only servants can take care of trivial matters at home."

She immediately said: "Extremely, so that Mr. Wang can have no worries."

I pretended not to understand, and said: "My little girl doesn't understand these principles."

She asked me again: "Can you embroider?"

I really wanted to bite off my tongue, she looked at me expectantly, and I had no choice but to answer truthfully: "Yes, but yes, the craftsmanship is very rough."

(End of this chapter)