Ling Luoyu took a short sip and tasted it carefully: "The fragrance of flowers and tea... are both faint. If you taste it carefully, it seems...sorry, nanny, I can't taste any tea. I can't taste what kind of flowers it is, but it looks like... so many kinds of flowers..."

"It's already good that you can taste a lot of flowers. I just tasted a little bit of flowers." Zhao Qin gave a thumbs up exaggeratedly and praised.

"You kid..." Qian Qian glared at Zhao Qin with a angrily smile and curled her lips: "To be honest, giving such a good thing to these turbid men is a waste of resources... His grandfather is like this. He has been drinking tea for many years, but he just doesn't know what he is drinking..."

Perhaps when she mentioned that man, her expression suddenly dimmed again.

However, soon, she realized her problem, quickly adjusted her emotions, and smiled and filled Ling Luoyu with tea again.

"To be honest, the tea you drink is adjusted by me using a lot of flowers juice. The first time ordinary people drink my tea, they can only drink the fragrance of flowers, but they don't know that the fragrance of flowers is made of a variety of flowers juices. Xiao Yuer, I tell you, the mixing of this juice is also different..."

When women talk about beauty, they always unconsciously have many common topics.

For a moment, Qian Qian was talking endlessly, while Ling Luoyu listened to me seriously and selflessly.

However, Zhao Qin seemed to be redundant for a moment, just sitting there drinking tea.

His eyes wandered between Ling Luoyu and Qian Qian.

It was not until noon that his stomach roared and interrupted the two.

"Madam..."

After calling twice in a row, Qian Qian turned around: "So what's wrong?"

"...That, it's noon, hungry...you have to have dinner too..."

"It's noon?" Qian Qian then reacted and glanced at the sky: "Yes, you said, I'm going to talk endlessly, and I don't know it after noon."

When she thought of something, she reluctantly held Ling Luoyu's hand and gently stroked the back of her hand.

"Child, I eat vegetarian rice here, which is not suitable for you. Otherwise... if you are hungry for a while, let's send your meal here and let's have a meal together?"

"Madam, I'm not picky about food. I'll eat whatever you eat, I..."

Before Ling Luoyu could finish his words, Zhao Qin suddenly stood up to interrupt.

"You can't get used to my nanny's meal!"

“…”

What about food, or something that you can't get used to?

As for vegetarian rice, isn’t it just a vegetarian diet like vegetables and tofu?

What else can't be used to with this?

When Qian Qian's food was put on the table, Ling Luoyu understood what Zhao Qin meant was "unable to eating".

What is this so unacceptable to eating?

It's simply uneatable!

To be precise, she couldn't swallow it!

because--

"Mum, are these flowers... used for eating?"

There are several dishes on the stone table.

There are various flowers and petals in the bowls and plates.

Although it is colorful and beautiful, it really has no appetite.

"Yes, this is my vegetarian rice." Qian Qian pinched a petal and put it in her mouth: "In recent years, I have cultivated myself and have rarely eaten grains..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Expert!

admire!!

This is not about cultivating one's own character!?

This is clearly a cultivation of immortality!!

Only eat petals and drink dew, not grains and grains - probably, this is the day for gods!!
Chapter completed!