Chapter 3589

You don't like me, naturally others like it!

Fei Jiayang didn't expect Cheng's master and mother to be rare.

She's only here for a while.

Grandpa will save her. Even if grandpa can't find her, Ilan you won't let herself be here all the time!

Looking at Fei Jiayang's red face, the master mother of Cheng's family first froze slightly, then raised a subtle arc around her mouth: "Oh?"

“……” Fei Jiayang's heart was beating drums.

"Naturally others like it? Who? Ilanyou Cheng's mother asked.

“！” Fei Jiayang was stunned, and the blush on his face quickly spread to his ears and neck.

This is the snow-white skin, this moment is like drinking the top wine, the whole person red like a drunk shrimp.

The ripe one.

"Ha ha." Seeing the appearance of Fei Jiayang, the master mother of the Cheng family hums and laughs.

The last time Elam came, she noticed something.

This moment seemed to confirm her conjecture.

Without paying any more attention to Jiayang's embarrassment at this time, the master mother of the Cheng family ordered people to prepare a resting place in the courtyard, temporarily built a tea stove, filled with charcoal fuel, and sat down around the stove to rest.

The weather, which had been warmed back, plus the flourishing stove, did not feel cold at all for a while.

Once in a while, the wind blows. Although it's cool, it's also fragrant with tea, which makes people relaxed and happy.

Take a deep breath. Feijiayang's tense nerves relax a lot. His hands are hanging on his sitting knees, allowing fresh air to fill his chest.

"Meow ～" the crazy running tired pudding ran back, first rubbing fajiayang's knee with his head, then jumping on her leg, lazily lying on her leg, and soon began to snore.

"Ha ha." With a light smile, fajiayang felt the head of the pudding and its soft body.

Pudding also seemed to enjoy her touch, snoring even louder.

With a palm fan in her hand, the master mother of the Cheng family gently fans the tea stove, and at the same time, her eyes are soft on the kitten.

"You Have you ever had a cat? " Fei Jiayang noticed that the master mother of the Cheng family looked at pudding with gentle eyes, so he asked.

Instead of sitting like this, it seems good to find a similar hobby as a starting point for the topic.

"Yes." "When I first got married, my husband brought back a kitten. It was very small," the mother replied

"What is it like?" Asked Fei Jiayang.

"They have beautiful blue eyes." "The variety should be puppets," said Cheng's mother

"That's a beautiful cat." Fei Jiayang nodded. Although she didn't have a puppet cat, she had seen it in the cat manual that ilanyou prepared for her.

A cat like a fairy.

"Well." The master mother of the Cheng family does not deny that the cat is really beautiful.

"Any other cats?" Asked Fei Jiayang.

"No, I have only kept that cat for more than ten years." Cheng's mother took a deep breath and said, "after the cat died, I won't raise it again."

"It's really sad to be separated." Fei Jiayang looks down at the pudding in her arms. It's hard for her to imagine how to face the body if the pudding is dead.

Thinking of this, Fei Jiayang laughed at himself.

What is she thinking.

Obviously, he is more likely to die in front of pudding.

"What else do you have besides cats?" Fei Jiayang shook his head and shook his head to get rid of the previous thought, then asked the topic.

"And I had a rabbit." The master mother of the Cheng family looks at Fei Jiayang.

"Rabbit? Is it that cute little white rabbit? " Asked Fei Jiayang curiously.

"Well." The eyes of the master mother of the Cheng family are slightly heavy, and she holds the palm fan's hand slightly hard.

Since the death of the rabbit, she has been unable to face the small animals. Even the puppet cat was bought by her husband to help her get rid of the shadow of facing the small animals.

It has to be said that her husband is really good to her.

Otherwise, she would not inherit her husband's wishes and support the whole Cheng family for such a long time.

"That little white rabbit..." Fei Jiayang was just curious when he was about to ask questions.

"Don't ask!" The master mother of the Cheng family shook her hand slightly, and then immediately interrupted Fei Jiayang's words.

The memory of the little white rabbit was the last thing she wanted to remember.

"Oh..." Fei Jiayang was afraid to ask again when he shivered.

She couldn't figure out why Cheng's mother suddenly got angry.

She should have said nothing wrong.

Trying to adjust her mood, Cheng's mother asked, "do you like tea?"

"I don't like it or not." Fei Jiayang blinked and replied, "my heart is not good. I can't drink too much tea, but my grandfather said it's good to drink a little."

"Then drink less." Said the master mother of the Cheng family.

"Well." Fei Jiayang nodded and didn't take the initiative to talk about any more topics, for fear that he would say something wrong again, which would cause the displeasure of the master mother of the Cheng family.

The master mother of the Cheng family never spoke again.

In fact, she was not very good at communicating with the younger generation, especially when Xiaoya was lost. Those unfilial children found a fake to cajole her, which further alienated her from the younger generation.

Each of them has their own thoughts, but no one speaks. They just let time flow quietly here. The tea is charming.

It's OK to watch the fire. The master mother of the Cheng family takes the tea making utensils off the stove to make soup.

"Try it." The master mother of Cheng family pushes one cup of tea to Fei Jiayang.

Holding up the cup, Fei Jiayang gently blew twice before he dared to take a sip and then his eyes lit up: "good tea."

"Eight percent of tea meets water very much, and so does tea. Eight of the water, ten of the tea, tea only eight ears "The tea is not very good, but the water for making tea is a little exquisite," said the master mother of the Cheng family

"Well." Fei Jiayang was a little confused but still interested. He asked several questions about tea, and the master and mother of the Cheng family answered them one by one.

"Are you interested in tea?" Cheng's mother asked.

"It's not..." Fei Jiayang shook his head slightly.

"Ilanyou, like tea." Cheng's master mother paused and said, "she is also very particular about tea."

“……” Fei Jiayang slightly lowered his head at the sound, did not answer again, and his earlobes were slightly red.

"To speak of it, old ghost yuan had a lot of good tea in private at that time." Cheng's master mother paused and said, "maybe she just followed her grandfather." "Grandpa of ilanyou?" Fei Jiayang then looked up at the master mother of the Cheng family and seemed to be very interested in yilanyou's grandfather.