Sima Ziyan looked at Ye Wendong seriously, and then said, "I don't need you?"
Ye Wendong moved a meal, turned his head and squinted his eyes and looked at Sima Ziyan and said, "Are you questioning my ability?"
Sima Ziyan laughed lightly, "I haven't tried, how do I know?"
When he was in the villa, Ye Wendong was already angry. Sima Ziyan also stirred him a lot. He was a man with a bloody man. How could he stand it?
I saw that he stepped forward and held Sima Ziyan's waist, "Zi Yan, do you want to pick tea? It takes a lot of time to pick tea and fried tea.
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Sima Ziyan is not panic, "Can you delay so long?"
Ye Wendong felt that Sima Ziyan was like a fairy. He took a deep breath and said, "Of course, you want to try it now and don't mind. The environment here is also good."
Sima Ziyan patted Ye Wendong's chest and said, "Okay, I don't say it. Where are the tea you said?"
Ye Wendong retracted his mind and pointed to the previous saying: "Over there, be careful, there are fire ants here, it hurts to bite people."
The two continued, Ye Wendong saw the wild tea tree with a good growth, "That's it."
Sima Ziyan didn't know tea very much. She looked closely, and the two were almost posted together.
Ye Wendong can feel the fragrance of Sima Ziyan's body, which makes him a little bit of heart.
Sima Ziyan didn't feel him, and asked: "Wen Dong, is this wild tea you said?
Ye Wendong forcibly let himself return to God. He coughed and said, "It just looks plainly. In fact, the tea leaves are pure natural and unacceptable.
Sima Ziyan laughed "一", which made Ye Wendong a little unhappy: "Zi Yan, what do you laugh? Do you think I am wrong?"
Sima Ziyan waved his hand and said, "No, I just feel that the aura of heaven and earth sounds like ... a bit fantasy."
Ye Wendong understood, "This is not blame you. In fact, the aura of heaven and earth is the nutrients that have not been breeded in the place where urban pollution. The tea we drink is picked in the tea garden.
Accepting photosynthesis, but artificial fertilization will destroy the taste of the tea itself. There is no such wild tea. "
Sima Ziyan realized: "So that's it, I thought the world aura was like a fantasy novel."
Ye Wendong grinned, "Then you think too much. Okay, I start picking it now, right, do you go to pick up some dry firewood?"
Sima Ziyan asked puzzled: "What to pick up dry firewood?"
Ye Wendong unloaded his backpack, and he said, "Of course it was fried tea on the spot."
He was not empty -handed. The two had to go up the mountain. He was naturally prepared. At the foot of the mountain, they stayed first and bought some things for mountaineering before going up the mountain.
There is a small pot.
Sima Ziyan looked at the little pot and said, "We will use this to stir -fry tea in a while?"
Ye Wendong said: "Yes."
Sima Ziyan brows a little, "But, I watched those people on the documentary, fried tea, all of them fried with a large pot. Is your mouth too small?"
Ye Wendong smiled and said, "There are big methods, small and small. Good tea, you need to use the simplest way to speculate, believe me."
Sima Ziyan and Ye Wendong came up the mountain. Naturally, I believed him.
So she said, "That line, I will find firewood now."
Ye Wendong started to pick the pot.
There are only two wild tea trees here, and there are not many young leaves that can be picked.
But because there are not enough, it seems particularly precious.
Ye Wendong's eyes were fast, and he was picked into a full pot soon, but these tea leaves were not enough. At most, there were only a little bit of palm.
So Ye Wendong continued to pick.
Sima Ziyan also had no coquettishness of the young lady at all. She picked up a lot of dry firewood and stacked at Ye Wendong's feet.
Now the autumn wind is cool, but Sima Ziyan has come back and forth too many times. She feels a little hot, and her cheeks are hot.
She wiped the sweat on the forehead and asked Ye Wendong and said, "Are these enough?"
Ye Wendong was almost picked. He glanced at the firewood and said, "Okay, I'm here to stir -fry the tea, do you rest first?"
Sima Ziyan just bent her waist to pick up branches. Now she can't stand up. She feels tired.
Hearing Ye Wendong said, she was relieved and found a place to sit down and watch Ye Wendong's fire.
It didn't take long before she sat down, and suddenly felt a tingling in her hips.
She couldn't help but jump, and she couldn't care about it at all, "Oh, it hurts!"
Ye Wendong just ignited the fire, and he heard the sound from Sima Ziyan, and he couldn't care about it.
Sima Ziyan covered his hips, blushing and said, "Nothing, maybe something may be pierced."
Ye Wendong said: "This virgin forest is some of the stabbing plants, you should be careful."
Sima Ziyan nodded, so that Ye Wendong didn't care about himself, and continued to stir -fry tea.
She turned around and looked at the ground. Strangely, there was a thorns, so what is it to pierce her?
Sima Ziyan was puzzled. She thought about it, but she still didn't think about it.
She was going to sit down, and suddenly felt her hips itching.
She was a little embarrassed and glanced at Ye Wendong gently.
Ye Wendong was born on fire. Sima Ziyan shouted pain, and Ye Wendong's fire had just disappeared. Now he order again.
Sima Ziyan couldn't help but reach out, trying to alleviate the itchy feeling.
But she feels more and more itchy, and it becomes more and more itchy.
Her movement range is inevitable.
At this moment, Ye Wendong's voice suddenly sounded: "Purple smoke, what are you doing?"
Sima Ziyan's face turned red instantly, she was at a loss, and said, "I, I ..."
Ye Wendong didn't tease Sima Ziyan. Just now she shouted, Ye Wendong felt a bit not right.
Now he saw Sima Ziyan's itching, and he was sure. What should Sima Ziyan be tied up?
Ye Wendong came to Sima Ziyan and asked, "Do you feel itchy?"
Sima Ziyan was not easy to hide, she nodded and said, "Yeah, I don't know why, just feel itchy."
Ye Wendong frowned, "How itchy Fayer?"
Sima Ziyan described: "More and more itchy, it is even more itchy."