The whole village is fleeing famine, fortunately I have a concubine system

Xiaomi looked at the emotional Mr. Huo with a smile on his face and said softly:

"Oh my, Grandpa Huo, you are really getting older!

I even forgot my name.

It's a pity that you had to guess so hard to recognize me.

This makes me feel really sad!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she pretended to be sad.

He raised his sleeves to cover his face, and with his other hand he wiped away the tears that didn't exist.

When Mr. Huo saw Xiaomi's mischievous appearance, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He wondered to himself, why is this little girl so energetic today?

However, at this moment, Xiaomi's eyes had already fallen on the helpless expression of Mr. Huo.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

After the laughter gradually faded away, Xiaomi stared at Mr. Huo again.

Put away the smile on your face.

He asked seriously: "But Grandpa Huo, you didn't really forget my name, did you?

If that were the case, I'd be devastated."

In fact, Mr. Huo really forgot Xiaomi's name.

He has always been accustomed to following Yuan Huanhuan and calling her good girl.

Of course, at this moment, Mr. Huo would naturally not admit this to his face.

I saw him stroking his beard with a calm and righteous look on his face.

Then he said to Xiaomi:

"How could that be? Of course Grandpa Huo remembers it!

Hahaha...hahaha..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Huo was worried that Xiaomi would continue to ask questions, so he quickly changed the subject:

"Oh, little Junruo, you must be tired standing like this all the time, right?

How about going to the pharmacy with Grandpa Huo?

I recently got a pot of the best tea, I will make some for you later."

Xiaomi heard Mr. Huo call her "Xiao Junruo" which clearly seemed like he was trying to hide something.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but it didn't give him away.

She nodded in understanding, and then walked into Mr. Huo's pharmacy in the backyard.

Zhixia followed closely behind, her heart full of curiosity.

She really couldn't understand why her eldest daughter was so familiar with this seemingly immortal old man.

There seemed to be a special tacit understanding between the two, and they looked like friends regardless of age.

However, Zhixia had just arrived and was not familiar with the Wang family.

She always remembers the advice given to her by others when she was in the market:

Once you step into the mansion, you can no longer be as casual as you are at home.

Be careful in what you say and do, listen less, talk less, do more, and don't be overly curious. Only in this way can you live safely.

At this moment, Zhixia kept these words in mind, even though her heart was already filled with countless questions.

But on the surface he remained calm and just lowered his head silently.

He followed Xiaomi closely, ready to obey Xiaomi's orders at any time.

After entering the pharmacy, Mr. Huo warmly asked Xiaomi to sit down on a chair and rest first.

Xiaomi sat on the chair, smelling the faint medicinal fragrance in the room.

My mood became particularly calm.

And Mr. Huo was looking for a complete set of exquisite tea sets in the house.

I secretly thought to myself that I must make a pot of good tea for Xiaomi so that she could see my superb tea-making skills.

Xiaomi looked at Mr. Huo who was busy, and said quickly:

"Grandpa Huo, you don't need to be so troublesome, just pour some tea.

I am a vulgar person, even if you treat me with the best tea, it will be wasted!"

After hearing Xiaomi's straightforward words, Mr. Huo couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He was seen holding the tea set in one hand and gently patting Xiaomi's shoulder with the other hand.

He said to her earnestly:

"Xiao Junruo, you are so honest!

Others often worry about being disliked because of their lack of knowledge, so when they encounter something they don't understand, they pretend to understand.

How can you be so bold as to admit that you are just an ordinary person?"

As he spoke, Mr. Huo had already placed all the tea sets neatly on the table.

Then, he started making tea with his hands without stopping.

Wash the tea, rub the foam, shake the fragrance...

However, his mouth did not stop talking.

Still chatting with Xiaomi:

"But you have to taste this cup of tea anyway.

As for the red tape about tasting the fragrance and flavor of tea, we don't need to pay attention to it.

It is enough to quench your thirst.”

Although that's what he said, but when I saw Mr. Huo's movements that were as natural and smooth as flowing water.

It is indeed refreshing and pleasing to the eye.

Xiaomi stared at Mr. Huo's every move intently, and unknowingly she tasted a different kind of charm from them.

Having lived in a fast-paced modern city for a long time, Xiaomi had never observed so attentively a person completing a series of actions to make tea.

I spent most of the day just to enjoy a cup of fragrant tea.

Once upon a time, Xiaomi also went through a stage of pursuing health preservation.

At that time, she just blindly followed various video tutorials on the Internet.

Practice Ba Duan Jin for a few days, or replace the milk tea and coffee in your hands with a thermos cup filled with wolfberries.

However, each time it was difficult to sustain, and it wasn't long before I returned to my old lifestyle.

At this moment, Xiaomi sat quietly at the table, staring at the tea leaves in the cup gradually expanding.

It's like performing a dance of life.

Xiaomi couldn't help but be intoxicated by the faint, almost imperceptible tea fragrance at the tip of her nose.

She suddenly realized that brewing tea was not just about quenching thirst.

It is more like a kind of performance art full of ritual sense - savoring the beautiful moments in life through careful preparation and meticulous operation.

It can also relieve physical and mental stress and relax your mind.

At this moment, not only Xiaomi was staring intently at Mr. Huo's skillful and elegant tea-making movements.

Even Zhixia who was standing by was staring at him intently.

However, unlike Xiaomi, Zhixia simply hopes to remember every step and detail of Mr. Huo;

So that Xiaomi can drink tea in the future.

You can also serve him a cup of fragrant and delicious tea in the same way.

Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to make tea now. I can only take this opportunity to watch Mr. Huo's actions a few more times.

The more you look at it, the more you can remember.

Before long, a cup of steaming hot tea with an enticing aroma was brewed.

And was gently pushed by Mr. Huo to Xiaomi's side.

Mr. Huo smiled and looked at Xiaomi and asked softly:

"Try how it tastes?"

Before he finished speaking, he took the lead in picking up the cup and took a sip.

Xiaomi's eyes followed closely and fell on the cup of clear, transparent, green tea...

Then he picked up the cup and took a small sip.

Then, a look of surprise appeared on Xiaomi's face.

He said to Mr. Huo in surprise:

"Wow, it's sweet!

This is the first time I’ve tasted sweet tea leaves!”