aren't we rivals

The position where Yu Tingzhi was sitting was backlit, and Meng Chi could feel his concentrated eyes and couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could smell the breath wafting over him, the faint scent of the ocean mixed with the bitter smell of smoke .

After a while, Meng Chi thought about it and said, "What happened last night was just an accident. There is no need for another accident."

Speaking of this, he turned his head, and the usual cynical smile appeared on his face again, and said to Yu Tingzhi: "You don't have to feel sorry for me, after all, I didn't leave."

accident.

Hearing this word, Yu Tingzhi's gaze suddenly sank. He quietly watched Meng Chi get up from the sofa, tidy up his shirt, then turned his head and said to himself, "Please help me get my clothes, I'll put them on first." Go back and pay you back later."

Yu Tingzhi didn't move, his dark eyes hid all his emotions when Meng Chi cast a suspicious look at him.

"I ordered food, you eat some first." Yu Tingzhi said.

"No, I have something to do when I go back." Meng Chi said, seeing the phone on the table, he sighed and said, "I still have to repair the phone."

Hearing this, Yu Tingzhi brought another paper bag from the table, took out a mobile phone case from it and handed it to Meng Chi: "I bought you a new one, you use this one."

It was the latest mobile phone, and it was expensive.Meng Chi glanced at it and immediately refused: "No need."

"Why don't you use it?" Yu Tingzhi said, "Your phone is broken because of me, shouldn't I buy you a new one?"

It seemed reasonable, but Meng Chi was not convinced.

Although his original mobile phone has been used for several years, it is only half of what Yu Tingzhi bought according to the price of the new one.Even if Meng Chi planned to change it himself, he would not change it to this latest model that cost over ten thousand.

Meng Chi looked at Yu Tingzhi for a while, and then said in that cynical and frivolous tone: "Mr. Yu, I'm not a big girl, so you don't need to be responsible, and I don't need any compensation."

Yu Tingzhi said: "This is not compensation."

"What's that?" Meng Chi laughed, "Thank you?"

Looking at Meng Chi's frivolous smile, Yu Tingzhi suddenly felt that he might have acted too hastily.

The two looked at each other silently, with different thoughts. Under Yu Tingzhi's deep and complicated eyes, Meng Chi's patience was gradually exhausted. He breathed out lightly, and then took the phone: "Okay, since you are so persistent, Then I'll take it. Let's get this over with."

After Yu Tingzhi brought Meng Chi the clothes, he said goodbye to Yu Tingzhi after he changed them. Yu Tingzhi offered to send him back, but he didn't agree. Stopped the car and left here.

Seeing the taxi merging into the traffic and disappearing in the distance, a thought flashed through Yu Tingzhi's mind standing there——

Meng Chi was not happy.

Sitting in the car, Meng Chi frowned unhappily at the pain from his buttocks. He didn't let go of his brows until the car drove away from Chaomuli Phase 2 and stopped at the gate of Jingya Community.

This night was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

After switching the SIM card into the new phone and logging on to WeChat, Meng Chi received a lot of messages, including Yang Zile's, Yang Zhengfeng's, and Mr. Chen's, all sent last night.

Yang Zile asked him why he didn't come back, but Yang Zhengfeng asked him to go home for dinner tomorrow night, that is, tonight.As for Mr. Chen, he sent him a voice message after eleven o'clock.

"Xiao Meng, I didn't expect you to have such a sexy side."

Meng Chi frowns when he clicks on the voice, and feels dissatisfied because he doesn't understand.

The man's voice was rough, his tone was smiling, and his speech was a bit vague. He was obviously drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have said such frivolous words to him.

Meng Chi felt uncomfortable all over and was not in a good mood, so he didn't bother to reply, so he put it aside as if he didn't see it.He replied to Yang Zhengfeng on WeChat, and then called Du Feng, asking him to perform his tea ceremony tonight, while he went into the bathroom and took a shower, washed off the fresh ocean smell on his body, and lay down on the bed fell asleep.

During this sleep, he did not sleep soundly, and had many dreams in a daze.For a while, Song Min cried and said that he didn't like him;

These messy dreams were interrupted by a phone call. Meng Chi opened his eyes and fumbled to find his new phone.

It was Du Feng who called, saying that Mr. Chen had come to the store and asked for Meng Chi by name.

The medicine Yu Tingzhi bought was more or less useful, and Meng Chi felt much better after sleeping. After waking up for a while, he got up, changed his clothes and went to the store.

There were still red marks on his neck, Meng Chi chose a black turtleneck sweater to cover it up, put on a casual coat and went out.

At four or five in the afternoon, when the store was at its least crowded, Meng Chi heard Mr. Chen's resonant voice as soon as he entered.

Looking around, he saw a middle-aged man with a big belly sitting on the futon in the private room. The suit and shirt on his body stretched out his plump waist and abdomen several times.

"Oh, Master Du, what you said is wrong. Xiaomeng has this condition, so he must make good use of it." Mr. Chen laughed twice, and then joked, "Playing with tea is art, but taking pictures is also art. ?”

Du Feng's face was a little embarrassed, and he didn't answer the words with a bland smile. When he caught sight of Meng Chi entering the door, he said "Xiao Meng is here", and immediately walked towards Meng Chi: "It's just in time, come and entertain Chen. Anyway, my girl is leaving school soon, and I have to pick up the kids."

Meng Chi: "Then let's go."

Du Feng nodded his head as if relieved, took his coat and walked out of the private room, then turned to Meng Chi and said, "Master told you to go back to dinner tonight, so I'll come over to replace you tonight."

"Thank you, Brother Du." Meng Chi nodded, and when he entered the door, he smelled a smell of smoke from the fragrance of tea leaves. Meng Chi glanced at Mr. Chen calmly.

Du Feng waved his hand and left the private room. As soon as he left, Mr. Chen, who was sitting on the futon, clicked his tongue: "You two are not in the same generation. According to your seniority, Master Du must not call you 'senior brother'?"

Meng Chi smiled slightly and said "Hey": "Then how can it be? When Brother Du started playing with tea, I didn't know where to play with mud. I just went ahead of him in the exam."

What Meng Chi said was true. Du Feng had studied tea art when he was young, and it was just for entertainment at that time. Now that his career is stable and he has both children, he devoted himself to it.

There was some approval in Mr. Chen's eyes, and he smiled twice and said, "I just appreciate your modesty without being arrogant about your talents."

"What kind of modesty is this? It's the truth." Meng Chi maintained a humble smile, got up and went to get tea from the cabinet in the private room, "Do you still drink old white tea today?"

Old white tea is white tea that has been stored for many years, but generally no more than 20 years.

The output of white tea is small, and the production process follows the ancient method, no frying or kneading, proper drying, natural withering, and timely baking, which requires high tea-making technology, so high-quality white tea is very valuable.

Mr. Chen nodded, and Meng Chi took out some of the tea cakes that Mr. Chen had stored here, and brewed one for him.

The faint scent of tea permeated the private room, dispelling the smell of tobacco and making Meng Chi's nose feel better.

Meng Chi was not feeling well, and there were still marks on his wrist, so he didn't move much today, only when he was serving tea at the end because of the wound involving the heel of his leg, he paused for a moment, revealing a little redness on his wrist.

Mr. Chen glanced at him, took the tea cup, took a sip of the tea, and said, "Xiao Meng, you always surprise people."

"Huh?" Meng Chi responded, and when he raised his eyes to meet Mr. Chen's smiling eyes, he suddenly realized what he wanted to say, so he said, "Mr. Chen, the tea you chose is good. This tea cake has been around for a long time and has a strong fragrance." , the charm is long, the more you taste, the more you will be surprised."

White tea does not pay attention to early, but late. During the storage process for many years, the internal components of the tea slowly change, the aroma components gradually volatilize, the soup color gradually turns red, the taste becomes mellow, and the tea quality gradually changes from cold to warm.The longer the storage time, the more mellow the taste and the higher the drinking value.

Meng Chi intentionally brought the topic up to tea, but Mr. Chen didn't answer. Instead, he took a sip of the tea and said with a smile, "This tea is good, and the person who makes it must be good, otherwise how can it taste?"

He put down his teacup and said, "With good craftsmanship, you also need to look good. It's pleasing to the eye. No wonder people ask you to take pictures."

As soon as he entered the door and heard Mr. Chen say that "photographing is also art", Meng Chi had already guessed that Mr. Chen's message last night was probably because he saw the photos displayed in the convention center.

Sure enough, in the next second, Mr. Chen clicked his tongue and said, "The photos you took in the exhibition center are really good. I still want to buy them, but it's a pity they don't sell them."

Mr. Chen rolled his eyes, and glanced over Meng Chi lightly: "Why don't you let me take a few photos for you to enjoy?"

Meng Chi pressed the end of his eyes lightly, then moved his legs and sat up straight, held up the tureen in front of him as if pouring tea, and said with a loud smile, "Yes, do you think my posture is standard?"

Mr. Chen narrowed his eyes, glanced at a circle of red marks on his wrist, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand holding the bowl, and asked in a slow tone: "What's the matter with your hand?"

Meng Chi frowned calmly: "I was going to buy a watch yesterday, but I strangled it when I tried it on."

Mr. Chen glanced at the red mark behind his ear with a half-smile, and was about to say something when a light cough came from behind him.

"Meng Chi!" Yang Zhengfeng stood by the hole window of the private room with a serious face, "Come out, I have something to see you."

Yang Zhengfeng is fifty-six this year, and the wrinkles on his face are not very deep, but the nasolabial folds are obvious, standing on his face as if carved by a knife, two thick black sword eyebrows flying obliquely into the temple, and there is a thin scar at the end of the right eyebrow, Cutting off the thick eyebrows made his face even more solemn. At this time, it can be said that his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Seeing Yang Zhengfeng's expression, Meng Chi had a bad feeling in his heart. He said "Okay" and withdrew his hand from Mr. Chen: "Mr. Chen, drink first, I..."

Mr. Chen withdrew his hand, turned to Yang Zhengfeng and said, "I said, Master Yang, you don't want to settle accounts with Xiao Meng, do you? Didn't you just take a few nude...cough photos, that's also dedicating yourself to art—"

"Mr. Chen," Yang Zhengfeng's brows twitched at the unfinished words, two notches raised between his brows, and he interrupted Mr. Chen's eloquent talk with a cold voice, "If you don't like drinking tea, you can give me a reward." The pair of tea couplets in the hall and the words in the second couplet are excellent.

The corners of Meng Chi's mouth twitched, and he glanced at the sentence in front of the court, "There's no talking about people's wrongs", thinking that if his master doesn't talk, he'll be a blockbuster, which is so damaging that people can't fault it.

Before the smile reached the corner of his mouth, Meng Chi received a cold slash from his master, and immediately followed Yang Zhengfeng obediently and left the teahouse.

The two walked out of the teahouse one after the other, Yang Zhengfeng walked straight to his home without saying a word, Meng Chi walked with his eyes on his nose, nose, nose, nose, nose and heart, thinking in his heart that his master was very angry, and it might not end well .

Yang Zhengfeng walked vigorously. Normally, Meng Chi would definitely be able to keep up with his pace, but Meng Chi suffered a serious crime last night, so it was a bit uncomfortable to walk a few hundred meters now, and he slowly fell behind a few steps.

"You crawl behind here, you... what's going on?" When he reached the door of the house, Yang Zhengfeng couldn't help but stop at last, he shouted halfway just in time to see Meng Chi walking away with a wrinkled face.A closer look revealed that his face was a little pale, and he was not in a good condition.

"It's okay," Meng Chi immediately tightened his legs, and explained under Yang Zhengfeng's scrutinizing gaze, "I accidentally fell and fell on my butt last night."

Yang Zhengfeng stared at him for a few seconds, snorted coldly, turned and entered the house.

As soon as he entered the door, Meng Chi could smell the strong smell of food.Seeing his mistress busy in the kitchen, he consciously went in to help, and asked his wife what good soup he made, it was so delicious that his mouth was watering.

Xue Qin said with a smile: "Youran sent me some scallops, saying that the soup is delicious, you go and sit for a while, and you can eat when Lele comes back."

Meng Chi didn't go out, and chatted with Xue Qin while fighting.

Today's mock exam was over, Yang Zile couldn't go to evening self-study, and he came back from school not long after.

The family of three and Meng Chi sat at the dining table and began to have dinner. Yang Zhengfeng remained stern and silent, and the atmosphere at the dining table was a little weird. Xue Qin didn't even ask Yang Zile how he was doing in the exam.

Yang Zile immediately sensed the danger, and asked Xue Qin from the side, but failed to get any useful information, so he asked the cashier in the store, and then learned that Mr. Chen went to the store today, and in front of Yang Zhengfeng Meng Chi's nude photos boasted a lot.

Yang Zile thought it was over, he knew his father too well, according to old Yang Tou's old-fashioned temperament, it is impossible to think those photos are art, and even the promotional cooperation he reached with She Shan would only be regarded by Old Yang Tou as not doing business properly , give up the basics and chase the end.

Stealthily approaching the study room, Yang Zile felt even colder when he heard a slap on the table from inside.

The soundproofing effect of the study was good, Yang Zile couldn't hear what they were talking for a long time, but he could hear most of the time it was Yang Zhengfeng talking, with a very bad tone.

Occasionally, he could only hear a few high-pitched voices intermittently, such as: "I teach you tea art, not to let you... speculate... play tricks! If you... then you... get out!"

Hearing the sound of "get off", Yang Zile froze for a moment, and began to knock on the door frantically with his hands faster than his brain.

After a while, the door of the study was opened, and he saw Meng Chi, who was a little pale, and Yang Zhengfeng, who was red-faced and angry.

"Why are you going crazy again, kid?!" Yang Zhengfeng yelled at him.

Yang Zile pushed Meng Chi away, went into the study and shouted, "It's my idea to ask brother to take pictures, if you want to scold me, scold me!"

"Okay, the wings are hard, dare to talk to your father like that." Yang Zhengfeng was taken aback by his yelling, and then he was gasping for breath. He picked up the ruler at the side and was about to beat him, "You can bear you!"

Outside, Yang Zhengfeng, who was holding a teapot, looked like a fairy, and Shen Yi was reticent.But now, he was just an old father who was so angry with his son that his speech became vulgar.

Meng Chi was an apprentice, he could fight when he was learning, but now even if he was disappointed and angry, he couldn't fight.Yang Zile rushed in at this time, just in time for the muzzle of the gun.

Meng Chi, who had been scolded for a long time, frowned. While stopping Yang Zhengfeng, he winked at Yang Zile.

"Fight, fight, let you fight! For the sake of the store's business, what are you going to do with a meal?!" Yang Zile shouted more and more, looking like a righteous hero who is not afraid of coercion.

"You..." Yang Zhengfeng was so angry that he drew his ruler, Meng Chi stopped him quickly, Yang Zile didn't get hit, but he got hit.

Fortunately, they made too much noise, Xue Qin ran over when he heard the sound, and restrained the furious old Yang Tou, the war was finally over.

After sitting quietly for a while, Lao Yang headed back to his room to rest, and Xue Qin told Meng Chi to go back first.Meng Chi said "Okay" and asked her to rest early and leave here first.

Yang Zile naturally followed, with an unhappy expression on his face.

Meng Chi breathed a sigh of relief tiredly, and walked towards his home under the moonlight. His face was tired and depressed, and Yang Zile didn't dare to speak along the way.

"What did my dad tell you?" After being silent all the way, and returning to Jingya Community, Yang Zile finally couldn't help asking, "He told you to get out?"

"No." Meng Chi slapped him on the forehead with a smile, "Just let me go to the countryside for Brother Du, and think about why learning tea is for you."

"Ah?" Yang Zile muttered, "What could it be for? Isn't it just to make money?"

The corner of Meng Chi's mouth twitched, he took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and when he saw Yu Tingzhi's Armani coat hanging there, he sighed softly in his heart.

Perhaps, he really shouldn't have agreed to She Shan's filming request and caused a lot of trouble.

"Then you go to the countryside to collect tea, what about next month's event? Isn't there another very important competition?" Thinking of this, Yang Zile couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Yeah," Meng Chi nodded, "Brother Du will go for me."

Yang Zile opened his mouth, looked at his tired face, and said with dissatisfaction, "I know my father is very old-fashioned and annoying, and when the time comes to take promotional photos, there will be another fight."

Meng Chi refused to comment, and asked Yang Zile to make him a cup of tea.

He ate a bit salty at night, although he drank soup but it didn't help. Yang Zhengfeng asked him to make a pot of tea when he was in the study, but he didn't drink it. Right now he was tired and his mouth was dry.

Feeling sorry, Yang Zile obediently went to the kitchen to find the tea to help him sleep: "What should I drink? Longan tea or jasmine tea?"

Just as Meng Chi spread himself out on the sofa, there was still a strange feeling on his buttocks. He thought for a second and said, "Let's have cassia seed tea."

"Ah?" Yang Zile asked, "Are you constipated or have diarrhea, drink this?"

"..."

Didn't he stop this kid from being beaten just now?