The sun just after noon is the most poisonous time of the day, even in New York City in November!

The door of the villa opened slowly, and the strong and dazzling sun shone brightly through the crack of the door. Zhao Sanjin, who was used to mild incandescent lamps, was really dazzled by the sudden change in front of him.

Standing at the gate of the villa was a big man, under the age of 50, with a broad square face under his brown hair. The only thing that didn't match his shepherd was the narrowed eyes embedded in his face.

"John?" the sparrow first came back, fixed his eyes, looked at the burly man standing at the gate, shouted in surprise and hurried to meet him.

"Haven't seen you for a long time, man." reaching out and holding the palm of sparrow's hand, Pierre John also smiled with great atmosphere, patted Sparrow's shoulder, smiled and joked, "don't you feel abrupt when you visit suddenly?"

"What's this, brother John? You can come to sique's villa if you want?" sique pulled Pierre John to sit down next to him and said with a smile, "do you want to taste Chinese tea or American coffee?"

"If I told you to have a cup of coffee, you would be unhappy. Do you think I have any choice?" piljohn said with a distressed smile, stretched out his hand to point at the sparrow and scolded with a smile: "you are really an old fox!"

"It's been a long time since I showed my tea skills in front of brother John. You brought it to the door yourself. I can't blame anyone!" Si que put his arm on Pierre John's shoulder. After laughing happily, he looked at Zhao Sanjin and said with a smile: "smelly boy, go out and taste tea? Talk about life?"

It was also the special tea table for sique, or a set of tea making tools with blue and white porcelain cups. Zhao Sanjin, who found a seat to sit down, was ready to enjoy sique's boiled tea. When he was ready to enjoy sique's boiled tea, he saw sique's "sly smile" eyes.

"Smelly boy, you cook this tea!" the sparrow didn't give Zhao Sanjin any room for discussion. It was a direct order.

Zhao Sanjin, who looked confused and forced, didn't know what medicine sique sold in the gourd. He just wanted to ask why he was himself, but a thick voice first sounded: "isn't the tea ceremony a cultural heritage of China for thousands of years? Even brother sique, I'm afraid you can't understand everything. Now let a smelly boy cook tea. Don't you welcome me?"

The speaker was Pierre John. Undoubtedly, the sharp Yu Guang glanced at the jade hand that Si Le fell on Zhao Sanjin's arm, and his face was cold. Even without asking, he knew that this person should be Zhao Sanjin in William's mouth.

In the face of Pierre John's response that he didn't give face at all, Si que just smiled faintly and said playfully, "brother John, this smelly boy's tea making skill is by no means comparable to ours. In addition, his name is Zhao Sanjin!"

"Oh? What's wrong with this smelly boy?" piljohn looked at Zhao Sanjin carefully through this question, but Zhao Sanjin's calm face really couldn't give piljohn any useful news.

"The future is long, you will see it!" the sparrow smiled meaningfully without too much explanation.

After Zhao Sanjing cleaned the cup with hot water, he began to cook tea seriously. At the last moment of soup, sique smiled and took a cup of tea and put it in front of Pierre John, laughing: "try it?"

"OK!" Pierre John took the tea without any hesitation.

"Do you want to have a try?" Zhao Sankin poured out a cup of tea, put it in a blue and white porcelain cup, brought it to Si Le and said with a smile: "the taste of tea this time is different from that before. It's specially tailored for you!"

"For me?" Si Le felt that his brain could not turn. He looked at the tea in front of him and asked, "is it really good?"

"I'll feed you?" Zhao Sankin took the tea cup and put it in front of Si Le's two pink lips. He smiled and said, "open your mouth and try it!"

"This tea doesn't even smell like tea. What kind of good tea is it?"

At the moment when the tea cup touched the tea table, the tea splashed everywhere. Zhao Sanjin immediately turned around and hugged Si Le in his arms. All the splashed tea splashed on Zhao Sanjin's back.

"It's all right, drink tea!" Zhao Sankin outlined a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. He didn't want to let go of Si Le, so he gently rubbed it in his arms. Their close lips seemed to kiss at any time in the next moment.

Si Le's pretty face suddenly turned crimson, and his shy appearance was even more beautiful and moving. In particular, his light anger and smile was better than Xinghua. Even Zhao Sanjin couldn't help being fascinated.