aren't we rivals

Early the next morning, Meng Chi followed Jiang Hong to the tea factory. The batch of green tea she said was indeed of good quality, so Meng Chi took it directly, some of it was sent directly to the customers who ordered it, and some of it was packaged and sent back to Youran Teahouse , put it on sale in the store.

After finishing his work, he went back to his room to catch up on sleep as usual, and slept peacefully until he was woken up by the sound of children playing.Meng Chi got up and took a shower. When he came out of wiping his hair, he glanced at the balcony and saw Jiang Hong's two little nephews playing a game of "chasing after me, screaming" in the garden. There is a paintbrush with paint, one holds a palette of paint, and two easels are placed under the rose flower stand next to it.

The noise was occasionally accompanied by Jiang Hong's helpless scolding, telling them to be more honest.

Meng Chi put on his clothes and went downstairs. As soon as the two little carrots saw him, they ran over with a smile and asked him to see their paintings to see who could draw better.

"These two brats really like you," Jiang Hong teased him with a smile, "Handsome guys are popular."

Meng Chi smiled, and seeing that Jiang Hong was still wearing an apron, he said, "Go and do your work, I'll watch them both."

Jiang Hong left a sentence "You have a piece of dinner" and turned back to the kitchen.

These two radish dices obviously had never learned to draw, and nothing could be seen on the drawing paper except for a mess of paint.They suddenly wanted to draw mostly because they saw the art student next door carrying a drawing board and found it new, so they clamored for Jiang Hong to get these and coax them to play.

Meng Chi was not born to coax children, so he ruthlessly laughed at their paintings, causing the two carrots to let him come. Meng Chi snorted, and when he took the brush and was about to show off his skills, he caught a glimpse of Yu Tingzhi from the corner of his eye. Pass the yard.

In order to avoid being ridiculed by Yu Tingzhi again for fighting against children, Meng Chi turned his wrist, pointed at Yu Tingzhi and said, "I can't draw, but he can draw."

After speaking, he shouted to Yu Tingzhi: "Teacher Yu, come quickly and show them a hand."

Seeing Meng Chi teasing the child again, Yu Tingzhi walked over with a smile on his face.

If the two turnip dices were close and presumptuous to Meng Chi, then they were respectful and reserved to Yu Tingzhi.But after Yu Tingzhi took a paintbrush and sketched a puppy with a few strokes, the eyes of the two carrots were completely adored.

Meng Chi asked, "How is it? Is Teacher Yu very powerful?"

The two radish dices nodded again and again: "Awesome."

Meng Chi smiled triumphantly, and Yu Tingzhi glanced sideways at him: "They praise me, why are you smiling so happily?"

Meng Chi raised his eyebrows: "If you don't laugh, am I going to cry?"

"Don't," Yu Tingzhi chuckled, "I'm not good at coaxing people."

The children's interest came and went quickly, and within 10 minutes of taking the paintbrush, they went to play on the swing in the garden again. Meng Chi was afraid that they would fall, so he watched from the side, and from time to time he acted as a coolie to swing the swing for them .

Meng Chi didn't rest until Jiang Hong finished cooking and asked the two little carrots to take a bath.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Yu Tingzhi had "occupied the magpie's nest", standing in front of the drawing board, drawing on the paper with a brush.

"Did you... draw me?" Meng Chi walked over and saw clearly the unfinished bust on the drawing paper.

"Well, didn't you tell me to draw it?" Yu Tingzhi kept moving his hands to fill in the little mole on his brow bone.

"I asked you to paint, but I didn't expect you to paint now." Meng Chi said.

Yu Tingzhi paused: "Then when do you want me to paint again?"

Meng Chi looked at Yu Tingzhi for two seconds, thinking that a smart person can talk, so asking this not only confirmed that Meng Chi would ask him to draw again, but also concealed some other temptations.

"It depends on your mood." Meng Chi smiled, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at the half-finished painting, "Do you need me to stand back?"

Yu Tingzhi stared at him for two seconds, and let him sit on the wicker chair beside the rose vine.

In the distance was the sky that was dyed crimson by the sunset. The green vines and the flowers dotted in it were covered with a soft sunset filter. Meng Chi sat there very casually, looking at the sun that was gradually covered by the clouds. People are calm and deep.

The paint in the box had been scolded by the two brats and there wasn't much left, so Yu Tingzhi had to go back to his room to get another tube when he was halfway through the painting.

When he returned to the garden again, Meng Chi was still sitting on the wicker chair, but in front of him was an extra bottle of wine and two small crystal frosted cups.

"Have you finished painting?" Meng Chi turned around when he heard footsteps, and asked Yu Tingzhi.

Yu Tingzhi: "It's still close."

"Take a break," Meng Chi said, "Sister Hong made her own wine, come and taste it."

Yu Tingzhi nodded, put the paint aside, and sat down opposite Meng Chi.

Meng Chi poured him a glass. The pink liquid was filled in a frosted cup, exuding a sweet aroma.

"What kind of wine is this?" Yu Tingzhi asked.

"She said it was peach blossom wine, and she drank peach blossoms." Meng Chi smiled at the corner of his mouth, took a sip from his glass, tasted it for a while, and commented, "It's quite sweet."

Yu Tingzhi also took a sip, the wine was cool in the mouth, and the strong floral fragrance rushed to the mouth and nose with the pungentness of the wine, after a sharp prick, there was a long sweet aftertaste.

Meng Chi directly drank a glass and poured himself another glass. After two consecutive glasses, Yu Tingzhi suddenly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Meng Chi was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

"You are in a bad mood." Yu Tingzhi said.

Although Meng Chi kept smiling and spoke in a relaxed tone, his mood was lower than before. Before Yu Tingzhi left, he noticed that he took out his mobile phone. After reading the message, he seemed to be staring at the screen of the mobile phone with his head down. daze.

Meng Chi raised his eyes, met Yu Tingzhi's probing gaze, put down the wine glass in his hand and said, "It's not really in a bad mood, it's just a little... annoyed."

Yu Tingzhi didn't continue to ask, he picked up the wine glass and took two sips, waiting for Meng Chi to collect his thoughts.

About half a minute later, Meng Chi spoke again: "Do you know what the first thing my master said to me after he knew I went to take pictures?"

"What is it?" Yu Tingzhi asked.

Meng Chi laughed: "He asked me if I was short of money. I said I was not short of money, but he didn't seem to believe me. Just now, the store received dividends, and I got twice as much as last quarter."

In the past, when Meng Chi was still an apprentice, he didn't get paid, and he even had to take a cut of the income from going out to participate in activities.It wasn't until Meng Chi became a teacher and won a silver medal in a tea art competition that all proceeds from the event belonged to Meng Chi himself.

This means he can leave Youran Teahouse.But Meng Chi didn't leave, and he would still give some of the money to Yang Zhengfeng for every event. Yang Zhengfeng couldn't resist him, so he took the money as his investment in the teahouse, and every quarter he would give Meng Chi out of the teahouse's total income to correspond. dividends.

Meng Chi didn't have a lot of expenses by himself, so logically speaking, it was impossible for him to be short of money.

Yang Zhengfeng asked this question because Meng Chi spent all his savings to buy an Audi last year.

This Audi is actually a special car for the teahouse, mainly for the convenience of Yang Zhengfeng when he goes out to participate in tea art seminars or other activities.

Yang Zhengfeng was a bit stubborn, he kept the good qualities of his predecessors who were thrifty and frugal, and even went too far.When Youran Teahouse was still a tea shop, it was always run by a Wuling Hongguang van.

Last year, Yang Zhengfeng drove this weather-beaten van to an event. The security guards at the event site regarded him as a truck driver and stopped him from entering. It's a good car, as long as it can be driven.

Meng Chi couldn't stand it anymore, so he took the 20 he had saved over the past few years as a down payment, and bought an Audi, which wasn't too high-end but not too embarrassing to be blocked from entering, as a special car for traveling in the store.

Yang Zhengfeng cursed and said that he spent money in a basket, but secretly when he went out to participate in activities, he would praise his apprentice for his filial piety, and worried that he would not have enough money, so he secretly adjusted the dividend ratio in the store.

However, the period from the end of the year to the opening of the new spring tea is the off-season of the teahouse, the business is not good, there are no activities, and the income is bleak.

"My master has a mouth full of bean curds." Meng Chi took another sip of his wine and sighed, "It makes my conscience uneasy, as if I did something wrong."

Speaking of this, Meng Chi raised his eyelids and glanced at Yu Tingzhi as if thinking of something, "I'm not saying that I regret being a model. Give yourself some inexplicable psychological burden."

The time spent with Meng Chi was enough for Yu Tingzhi to understand him to a certain extent. He knew that Meng Chi seemed to be casual, but in fact he was very assertive. The decisions he made must be deliberate. And he is also very calm, expressing his inner thoughts frankly, and accepting the results afterwards frankly.

Yu Tingzhi hooked the corner of his mouth lightly: "I know."

Meng Chi nodded, poured himself another glass of wine, "It's good to know."

"On the opening day of the photography exhibition, I met your master." Yu Tingzhi said suddenly.

Meng Chi paused, and looked at Yu Tingzhi in astonishment: "What is he going to do?"

"I don't know." Yu Tingzhi shook his head and said again, "But I feel that he is not very angry, at least when I saw him, there was no anger on his face."

The expression on Meng Chi's face suddenly became blank. He stared blankly at a certain point in the void, wondering what he was thinking.

After about half a minute, he raised the corner of his mouth, sighed and said, "Actually, the main reason why my master is angry is not the photos, but—"

"Meng Chi! Come and eat!" Before Meng Chi could finish speaking, Jiang Hong interrupted him with a yell. Seeing that Yu Tingzhi was there, she also called Yu Tingzhi.

Meng Chi didn't continue the topic just now, he answered, and went back to the room with Yu Tingzhi.

Yu Tingzhi had already had dinner outside when he came back, so instead of accepting Jiang Hong's appointment, he helped clean up the easel in the yard, and returned to his room with the half-finished painting.

Jiang Hong's two villas are one in front of the other, connected by the small garden in the middle.Yu Tingzhi lived in the back building, and the balcony attached to the bedroom was facing the garden.When he came out of the shower and put the changed clothes into the washing machine on the balcony, he saw Meng Chi standing in the garden and making a phone call out of the corner of his eye.

Yu Tingzhi looked at it for a while, and after a while, he saw Meng Chi hang up the phone. When he turned his head, he glanced at him, but after a while, he turned his head and looked over again, meeting Yu Tingzhi's gaze.

After taking a shower, Yu Tingzhi was only wearing a dark green nightgown, revealing a small piece of chest and clear collarbone. His ink-like hair was still wet, combed back casually, and a few strands fell on his forehead, dripping water. It slid down the sideburns, hit the collarbone and disappeared.

Because he was standing on the second floor, when he looked down at him, the noble look on his body became more and more obvious, but also because he was dressed casually at this time, the dark green clothes were half hidden, and even a bit sexy, His aura suddenly became wild and erotic.

Meng Chi couldn't help but think of Yu Tingzhi who was holding a soft whip during that ridiculous night, so he raised his eyebrows in a fascinated way and asked, "Teacher Yu, didn't you finish the painting just now? Don't continue." Yet?"