Martha bit her lower lip lightly and mustered up the courage to say, "Please wait."
George, who had just reined the horse, was slightly startled. He turned his head and looked at the place where the sound came from. It was Martha walking past step by step.
George still managed a smile on his lonely face.
"Excuse me, what's the matter?"
Martha extended an invitation: "If Mr. George doesn't mind, you can come and sit at my house. This is an invitation between friends."
"Invitation between friends?" George repeated.
"Yes." Martha nodded.
George thought for a moment and said with a smile: "It's an honor."
Martha took George into the room, but for some reason, Martha did not close the door.
After she cleaned up the crumbs in the teacup, she made a pot of good tea for George.
"Mr. George, I wonder if you have ever drank oolong tea from Longyan."
"This kind of tea has a refreshing fragrance and is not cloying, and it doesn't have the astringent taste of other teas."
George nodded: "Of course I have drunk Longyan's tea. The tea they produce has a very unique taste."
"I don't know if Miss Martha has heard of it. The white peach paired with this kind of oolong tea will have a richer taste."
"It is said that this is the fruit tea just launched by Long Yan."
Martha was slightly surprised. She didn't expect George to know so much.
Because in her impression, soldiers are a bunch of rough guys. Although George looks very elegant and behaves the same way, her consistent understanding of soldiers has not changed.
In particular, soldiers will understand Longyan Tea, this extremely special knowledge.
Martha smiled and said: "I didn't expect that George, who is revered as a combat hero, would know so much."
George shook his head. He didn't know anything about this.
Although his father was also a large plantation owner, because he had too many brothers and sisters, the education that George received was pitiful.
This knowledge of Longyan was popularized because of the time when Green took him to Longyan City to eat and drink.
George took a sip of oolong tea, closed his eyes slightly, and savored the aroma in his mouth.
Exhale.
“The only word that can be said about oolong tea is fragrant and mellow.”
"Ms. Martha, your tea is very good."
Martha covered her mouth and chuckled, and said, "If you like it, I can give you some."
George said: "I should give it to you. I still have some fruit tea brought from Longyan at home. This kind of thing is too wasteful in the hands of a person like me."
"It suits you better."
"I will definitely bring it to you another day."
Martha said: "Oh, then I have to serve Mr. George with some baked cookies."
"Mr. George, I don't know why, but you are different from the soldiers I know." Martha asked curiously.
George laughed, touched his chin and said helplessly: "Maybe I'm more unique."
Martha and George had a great time chatting.
But at this moment, a man suddenly broke in at the door.
The man saw the two people sitting in the living room, a man and a woman, and said jokingly: "Hey, this is not my dear sister-in-law."
"Oh, no wonder you don't think of me as my mistress."
"It turns out I found a better-looking pretty boy."
Martha looked at the person coming. He was her dead husband's brother, Dan.
Hearing his frivolous and shameless voice, his face was cold and he said indifferently: "Dan, he is just my friend, please don't bother me in the future!"
Dan sneered and said indifferently: "You bitch can live here because of my brother. Now that he is dead, all his inheritance should be mine, not yours!"