Why did her hands turn so much white after a night of sleep?! When her hands are like this, what about her face? Is it also--white?
Luo Qingyu felt like a kitten was catching in his heart, and he wanted to run back to the house immediately and find a mirror to take a look!
"What's wrong?" The great master's eyes fell on her Xiuzhi's hands.
"No... nothing." Luo Qingyu took a secret breath.
It's not too late to do things in the mirror later.
Anyway, no matter what she becomes now, she will not change in a short period of time...
She quietly took the teapot, and as soon as she touched the handle, she retracted like an electric shock!
Nimmy! So hot! The handle of this small pot is actually copper!
Now it's burning on the stove, how can I touch it?
"What?" The great master glanced at her.
"Too hot! Master, you should change to a wooden handle for this pot." You can't just burn a layer of skin just by building a pot of tea, right?
Hot? The great master raised his eyebrows slightly, and easily lifted the small pot with his backhand: "Where is hot?"
Luo Qingyu: "..."
It turns out that the great master can also get the skill of picking chestnuts from this fire.
She subconsciously looked at the Great Master's hand, which was still as white as jade, and was as slender as beautiful as if it was carved out of white jade.
The red-burned pot handle was held in his hand, neither the blue smoke nor the smell of roasted human flesh...
He slackenedly filled the small red mud pot on the table, then placed the copper pot in his hand on the stove, and said lightly: "The first step in practicing kung fu is to start with making tea and pouring water."
Luo Qingyu: "..."
She would make tea and water, but she would hold the red copper soldering iron...
The great master made a random move and another teacup was added to the stone table.
He glanced slightly at his eyes, and the small red mud pot jumped out of thin air, automatically pouring tea into the new teacup. It was watery, and the small red mud pot fell gently on the table again.
Luo Qingyu took a deep breath. She knew that this was a kind of kung fu, a kind of kung fu that she absolutely could not master now.
This - probably is the power of mind, right?!
With the power of thought, let all things follow his command...
In modern times, she has also heard of people who have this kind of kung fu, but in modern times, it is not called mental power, but superpower.
You can use the power of your mind to make the items bend and move...
However, using this superpower is exhausting, and those masters have to cultivate for several days every time they use it...
"Sit and drink." The great master opened his golden mouth again.
Well, it’s rare that the master pours tea for her, so she naturally gives him this face.
He sat opposite the great master without hesitation: "Thank you, Master."
She was a little thirsty, so she picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. The fragrance of the tea immediately filled her nose and left a fragrance on her lips and teeth.
It's really a good tea!
Luo Qingyu drank it all in one sip: "Master, what kind of tea is this?"
The taste is like Tieguanyin, and there is a little soft fragrance than Tieguanyin.
After drinking it, a faint fragrance of wine spiraled back at the tip of my tongue.
"Maple mist." The great master answered two more words.
Fengwu, this name is very elegant, but this is the first time she has heard of it.
However, in order not to let the great master laugh at her as a local bun, she was too lazy to ask and said with a smile: "Master, let me give you a cup."