"I'm fine. I'll drink a little when I'm alone in my spare time."

But I really don't like it. It's dad who really likes tea.

Her father has spent a lot on tea and tea sets since she can remember.

When I was a child, my father would accompany her in the backyard after she was busy. She liked to dig my father's private vegetable garden with a small shovel, while my father liked to sit lazily in the rocking chair and watch her dig the vegetable field with a smile.

On the small table next to the rocking chair, a pot of tea was cooked in a small red mud stove. The elegant tea fragrance overflowed and dispersed in the air.

Smelling the fragrance of tea, she would come up with a flower cat face stained with soil to beg for tea. Her father never refused. He would hold a cup for her to drink every time.

My father's favorite is Longjing before the Ming Dynasty, but he likes to make white tea. The tea is clear light yellow, beautiful color and good smell.

For a child, the tea made from Longjing or white tea before the Ming Dynasty is not good to drink.

As like as two peas, she would not drink long enough to drink, and she would not be able to drink with her little brows. She would laugh at her little nose and say that she wanted tea, drank and abandoned her temper.

I don't know how to enjoy it at all. I only know how to smell it.

When she was a child, she didn't understand why her father didn't like white tea and why he liked making white tea. When she grew up, she understood that her father missed her mother through the aroma of white tea.

Because my mother likes the aroma of white tea.

Now, my father has gone to accompany my mother. She also has new thoughts in this strange time and space.

Very good!

The purple clay pot is not big. It won't take long for a pot of water to boil. When the water boils, it simply moistens the tea quickly, and then sends the two courses of tea with elegant tea fragrance to the elders.

"Please!"

"Thank you!"

Old Rong said thanks. Regardless of the hot tea, he couldn't wait to take a sip and sigh.

"Good tea."

In short, smile, "just like it!"

Yes, I don't like such good tea.

He is a man of goods.

Glancing at the notebook spread out on the table, he smiled, "the auxiliary line is wrong."

Then he asked briefly, "aren't you an esophageal student? I think the knowledge points recorded in the notebook are all mecha manufacturing majors. Are you going to study your second major by yourself? "

"... just, just, alas!"

Sighed. She was half embarrassed and half helpless. "To tell you the truth, I was a professional in mecha manufacturing, but I didn't have talent to turn to the esophagus department."

"As for the self-study you said, in fact, I can't talk about it. I just take advantage of my leisure to learn a little. I can learn as much as I can."

Rong Lao was stunned by her answer for two seconds, nodded and said, "no wonder you will be on the ship at this time, not in school.

If I'm right, you're a student of dizong. "

Jane stared, "you, you guessed it?"

She didn't expose her identity and didn't deliberately guide her in this regard. Where did the old gentleman see that she was a student of dizong?

Just, just curious.

"In fact, it's not my God, but the outdoor practice class of dizong in major colleges and universities is right with your time point. You're on the ship on G57. It's easy to infer."

Rong Lao smiled kindly and winked at her like an old urchin. "I also guessed that you and Lu boy are good at this time."

"You are this!" She gave the old man a thumbs up, she smiled.