A Young Woman's Heart

"Are there still options?"

"Of course, let me see... Tieguanyin, Pu'er tea, Longjing tea..." Hua Yinyin opened the refrigerator and began naming the teas displayed on the side door, "Jasmine tea, chrysanthemum tea..."

"Longjing tea, please?" After all, this is Hangzhou, so Longjing tea is definitely of higher quality.

"This is authentic Longjing tea! Some Longjing teas just use different tree varieties, but they aren't necessarily grown near West Lake in Hangzhou." Hua Yinyin proudly took a large bottle of water from the refrigerator. "I'll boil the water in a bit. This is Tiger Spring water that I fetched yesterday. Longjing tea needs Tiger Spring water to truly appreciate its original flavor!"

"You're really particular..."

"It's alright, it's alright. Actually, I just had nothing to do yesterday, so I went out for a walk with Xiaoxi and we even went to Shangtianzhu."

"Did you go to burn incense and pray to Buddha? Hoping to do well on your exams when school starts?" Mo Xueyao teased.

Hua Yinyin struggled to lift the large water jug ​​and poured the spring water inside into the purple clay teapot with a 'glug glug' sound: "Tch, they're going to draw lots!"

"How is it?" Mo Xueyao asked, leaning against Huang Yuxi.

He took off one of his earphones at some point, and now that he could hear everyone's conversation clearly, he would join in by writing on the whiteboard.

"The worst possible outcome."

"Pfft, haha, Yinyin, your luck is still so bad!"

"What? What? Actually, the worst possible fortune is the one with the lowest possible value! This means my luck is about to change!" Hua Yinyin muttered loudly, forcefully slamming the lid of the purple clay teapot shut.

"You really know how to comfort yourself."

"What do you mean by self-comfort? It's clearly the truth!" Hua Yinyin placed the purple clay teapot on the stove and slowly brewed it over a low flame.

It's better to use a low flame when boiling spring water for tea, as this is said to preserve the original taste of the water.

Although someone like Mo Xueyao could barely taste the difference between different types of water...

"Hey—eat whatever you like, the pastries on the table." Hua Yinyin pointed to the Chinese pastries on the table. They were all wrapped in oil paper, and now they were all opened, and each one seemed to have been eaten a little.

"It's true that tea should be paired with Chinese pastries."

“That’s right, Xiao Yaoyao has great taste!” Hua Yinyin gave a thumbs up.

"So, what's the point of calling us here?"

"Let's play!"

"Tch—what's so fun about that?"

"Ahem, a tea party! Chatting and such, isn't that fun?"

"Yeah……"

"Or does Xiaoyao want to play Monopoly? Oh, right, I want to buy a new pipa. What kind do you think is good, Xiaoyao?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Xueyao subconsciously glanced at the pipa placed in the corner. It was facing away from everyone, and from this angle, it really looked like a deep-fried chicken leg.

"Is it not working properly?"

"It's useful... but... um..." Hua Yinyin bit her finger, looking at her pitifully, "After using an instrument for a long time, you'll want to change it, right..."

"Hey, don't look at me like that!" Mo Xueyao picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, subconsciously wanting to take a bite out of it, but after pausing for a moment, she only took a small bite.

"If you were to change it, what would Yin Yin want to change it to?"

"Hmm...how about a more unique pipa? Eh? The class monitor is only calling me by my name now?" Hua Yinyin stared wide-eyed in surprise, as if she had discovered a new continent.

"Is it strange..." Mo Xueyao didn't sense anything unusual.

"That's strange!! The class monitor rarely calls people by their first names, right?"

"Who said that? There are clearly people named 'Lele', 'Xiaoxiao', and 'Youyou'."

"Really? Really? Is there?"

Yes, you just haven't noticed it.

"But if the class monitor calls me that, does it mean he approves of me? Hmm! I'll definitely take good care of Yaoyao from now on!"

"what?"

"Please feel free to entrust Xiaoyao to me!"

"Wanyan isn't my mom!!"

"Well, that's about right for Xiaoyao~" Hua Yinyin chuckled, and when she noticed the tea was boiling, she quickly ran to the kitchen and poured the freshly boiled tea into a thick purple clay teacup.

What Mo Xueyao likes most about Longjing tea is its cleanliness; it hardly stains the water any other color, and the water and tea leaves are clearly separated without mixing together.

Some teas can change the color of the tea, and some can even make the tea very cloudy.

She didn't like any of those.

"Wait until it cools down a bit before drinking, it's still very hot." Hua Yinyin held the bottom of the cup in one hand and the teacup in the other, slowly walking over and gently placing the teacup on the wooden coaster in front of her.

"Hmm, but I'm a little thirsty now..."

"Then drink mine!"

"Ugh, I don't want to drink your saliva."

“Then Little Yaoyao can stay thirsty~” Hua Yinyin said, cupping her cheeks.

"Ah...where haven't I tried it?"

"you guess?"

"Hmm—I think it should be this side, there's no lip print." Mo Xueyao picked up Hua Yinyin's cup, keeping a small distance between the rim and her lips to avoid direct contact, and then took a big gulp of warm tea.

"That wretched little Yao Yao, she actually looks down on me!"

"What's wrong? You're looking down on me? What's wrong with you?"

"Hey!" Hua Yinyin immediately went behind her and then used one arm to grab her neck.

"Ahhh!"

"If I exert any force, Yao Yao's neck will break."

"Tch—!" Mo Xueyao suddenly retaliated, headbutting Hua Yinyin's face, causing the latter to cover her nose in pain and naturally let go of her hand.

"Okay, Yao Yao!!"

"Hmph, you're still too green to fight me!" Mo Xueyao clapped her hands triumphantly, looking like a seasoned veteran.

"Does Xiaoyao often get into fights?" Huang Yuxi tilted her head and curiously handed the whiteboard to her.

"Ah... well, I did get it done a few times when I was younger!"

"You're old already?" Hua Yinyin squeezed between Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan, changing the subject back to "Little Yaoyao, I want to change my pipa!"

"Why are we back to this topic again... Isn't that pipa still usable? Replacing it would be a waste of money."

"Although that pipa is indeed quite nice, I want something new. I've been using that one for ten years! I feel like it's time to replace it."

"Aren't some musical instruments better the longer they're used?"

"That's true... but I'm really getting tired of it and want something new."

"But I feel like all pipas are like this, right? The only difference is the type of wood used?"

Why aren't there any pipa made of metal...?

"Musical instruments made of metal must be very heavy..."

"Oh, right, that's true." Hua Yinyin tilted her head, snatched the half-eaten osmanthus cake from Mo Xueyao's hand, stuffed it whole into her mouth, and then chuckled as if she had obtained some incredible treasure.

"What are you doing... really." She picked up another piece of mung bean cake with a sigh. "Never mind, I was feeling a bit greasy anyway, let's change to a different kind of pastry."

"So, Yaoyao, how about you come with me to the music store tomorrow?"

"Ah... a music store? Either way is fine." Mo Xueyao didn't mind. "Anyway, I'm staying at your place tonight, so it's convenient to go together tomorrow."

"Yay! It's settled then!" Hua Yinyin raised her hands high and shouted excitedly.

It turns out that they came to visit, but it was really just casual chatting. The only advantage was that it was cheaper than long phone conversations.

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Chapter 143 Qiu Yi's Electronic Keyboard

Inside a villa in the suburbs of Hangzhou.

The starlight of the night shone on Qiu Yi's face.

He was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with an extended electronic keyboard in black and red beside him.

He looked at it quietly and affectionately, pressed a key, and a note sounded.

Then, his hands suddenly began to move rapidly, and the rhythm of the music went from slow to fast, and then from fast to slow, gradually becoming more relaxed.

The moonlight outside the window is the best accompaniment to the dance, and the sparrows on the branches are the best audience.

"Ugh, so noisy, so noisy! Aren't you done playing yet?" Ye Wen walked into the room carrying a cup of iced milk tea made by Shui Zhishi, and asked Qiu Yi, who had his back to her, with a helpless look.

"What do you mean by 'playing'?" Qiu Yi stopped what she was doing. "This is art, okay?"

“Ever since we bought it last week, you haven’t had a moment’s peace. You even have to hug it to sleep at night. Are you a primary school student? And a primary school girl at that.”

"Haha, musical instruments have souls too. I'm cultivating a connection with them, okay?"

"Then go marry your qin. I see you treat it better than you treat me."

"Ugh, what's wrong? What's wrong?" Qiu Yi turned around helplessly. "Why are you getting jealous?"

"Look, you touch it much more gently than you touch me."

"Ahem!" Qiu Yi coughed twice, then unconsciously touched the body of the keyboard. "This is a 19,000 yuan extended electronic keyboard! It's a signed edition by the (fictional) master Nat Belland, limited to fifty units worldwide!!"

"It's alright." Ye Wen wasn't affected at all, and instead yawned widely. "Master Natbeland was invited to work on some limited edition electronic keyboard... A limited edition electronic keyboard? That's outrageous. It seems the master is short of money too."

“It’s already as expensive as a piano.” He looked at Ye Wen, but his hand was still on the piano. “It would be such a waste not to use it properly.”

"Tsk, I shouldn't have bought you this piano."

"Ahem! Actually, I've been planning to take out a loan to buy it for a while now." Qiu Yi straightened up. "Don't think I'm just a freeloader!"

"Oh... then pay me back, ten thousand a month, paid off in twelve months."