"This tea is good." Lu Ziming took a sip of the tea and said with a smile.

The lord spoke, "It's really good."

"That's good." The gentleman was stunned for a moment. He knew that the lord must have a purpose to come here, but his heart was unpredictable and he did not try to figure it out.

The lord didn't say anything, just savored the tea quietly, and neither Chengshou nor Mr. asked.

The reception room was a little quiet and terrible. The few servants waiting to give orders at the door did not say anything, for fear of not being able to do something wrong.

[What are these people doing? Are you not tired if you hold it in this way?] The white villain asked in confusion.

"This is the lord's test of Mr.'s patience." Bai Youmo saw something, something that he could not touch.

That's a state of mind...

[You don’t speak, I don’t speak, and everyone doesn’t speak, what’s the point?] The white villain feels very boring.

"This... is a kind of artistic conception, do you understand?" Bai Youmo said.

[Don't know.] The white villain shook his head.

"If you don't know, forget it." Bai Youmo was too lazy to explain.

[Then please explain it to me.] The white villain thought that Bai Youmo didn't know anything, and pretended to understand it very much, so he wanted to embarrass Bai Youmo.

"Just... how to explain this... It's just tolerant. Whoever can endure will have a higher level, do you understand?" Bai Youmo forced a wave of analysis.

[Don't move?] The white villain said in confusion.

"It's the king that doesn't move." Bai Youmo said.

[Hahaha, interesting, so just do it like this?] The white little human said.

"There will always be people who can't help it. Maybe they will urge to urinate after drinking too much tea." Bai Youmo smiled.

"Who can't help it first?" Ye Xiaoyue asked curiously.

[It is probably the color of the eyes is a little green.] The white little man guessed it.

"What do you think, husband?" Ye Xiaoyue asked.

"Hehe..." Bai Youmo smiled without saying a word, just smirking.

Time swam through the ocean of time. How many years have passed since this long river drowned?

"Cough..." The lord pretended to cough.

Mr. Lu Ziming, Cheng Shoudu looked at the lord.

Lord is fair: "Boyan, I heard that you have improved honeycomb coal again? And I have made a hot pot?"

The gentleman nodded. Although he didn't want to get any credit and wanted to push the credit to the city guard, the lord must have known a lot. If he forced himself, he might have committed the crime of deceiving the king. Although he would not be beheaded, he would definitely not have any good results.

Seeing Mr. Huo Shuo breathed a sigh of relief when he answered this.

"I wonder what the hot pot tastes?" The lord stroked his slightly purple beard.

The gentleman thought for a while and bowed, "Reporting to my lord, hot pot is naturally the taste of hot pot, but the hot pot eaten by Caomin is the taste of ordinary people's homes..."

This seemed like nonsense, but the lord smiled.

"I wonder if Bo Yan can invite me to taste it at noon?" The lord still smiled, but it made people feel that the smile was very deep and would scare people into a cold sweat.

The gentleman bowed and said, "It is necessary for public and private matters, so I will prepare for it now."

"I wonder if Bo Yan will still think of her?" The lord suddenly changed his mind and felt helpless in his words.

"No..." The gentleman was stunned for a long time before murmured.

The lord shook his head and said, "I didn't even say who it is."

"Please forgive me for your sins!" said the gentleman seriously.

The lord frowned and said weakly: "It seems you are still a little angry." He deliberately yawned when he said this, which seemed to be very indifferent.

"I dare not..." The gentleman's eyes were a little dark, as if he had remembered something sad, but he was still talking about the scene.

[Can they know each other for a long time?] The white villain seemed to figure out something when he heard their conversation.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!