Chapter 501 There Is a Kind of Soul-Stirring Beauty

Fourth master didn't even look at the woman, and didn't make a sound unless he helped her.

He just glanced at Xiao Hongxiu, then at Su Peisheng coldly, and walked into the hall of the main courtyard.

Su Peisheng knew what fourth master meant with just one look.

He glanced at Qiaofeng, and said sharply: "Didn't you just say that the second elder brother was going to sleep, why don't you hug him to coax him?"

Such a soft, waxy and cute little ancestor must have affected the master's seizures a bit.

"Yes." Qiaofeng hugged Hongxiu and went to the wing.

Then, Su Peisheng winked at Ruoyin again, implying that fourth master was in a bad mood.

As a result, fourth master looked back as if he had eyes behind him.

Rather than looking at it, it would be better to say it gave Su Peisheng a stare.

The sharp look in Fourth Master's eyes made Su Peisheng look at his nose and heart immediately in fright, as if he hadn't done anything.

He also raised his whisk and made a gesture of invitation to Ruoyin, pretending to be there.

In fact, even if Su Peisheng didn't hint, Ruoyin could tell that fourth master was in a bad mood.

Moreover, as soon as Qiaofeng entered the wing room, he told her about fourth master's situation.

That's why she came out with Hongxiu in her arms, in order to resolve Fourth Master who was like an iceberg.

After all, there are children present, and fourth master is not easy to get angry, so it will give her some face.

Unexpectedly, fourth master had someone carry Hongxiu down.

She turned her eyes slightly, and had no choice but to follow fourth master into the house.

The servants behind him, seeing fourth master like this, none of them dared to go in and make trouble.

After fourth master entered the room, he sat domineeringly on the black sandalwood chair in the room.

A pair of mysterious and deep ink pupils looked straight ahead.

The slender finger pulp is playing with the huge Lantian Moyu finger.

On the handsome face, it seems to be indifferent, but it makes people see a taste that strangers should not enter, not to be trifled with.

After Ruoyin welcomed fourth master in, he personally poured him a cup of tea.

"Grandfather, please drink tea."

But her tea was brought to fourth master, but the man didn't show any intention of taking the cup.

Didn't even look at it.

Ruoyin followed his line of sight, stood within his line of sight, and moved the cup a little closer.

As a result, fourth master shifted his gaze and looked elsewhere.

"Sir, do you want to drink tea or not? My hands are sore and my palms are burning." She bit her lip, looking "very hot".

Hearing this delicate voice, fourth master gave the woman a squinting look.

It stands to reason that for normal people to serve tea, they would hold the bottom tray with both hands neatly, and keep a certain distance between the hands and the rim of the cup.

The woman in front of her was holding the tray, but her hand was pressed against the rim of the cup.

The man's long eyebrows frowned impatiently, and said coldly: "Well, after all these years, I can't even serve tea."

That's what he said, but he raised his hand to catch the handle of the cup, and took a sip meaningfully.

Ruoyin put the base on the table beside him, and sat down on the rose chair by himself.

There was a small mahogany table between her and fourth master.

He had just sat down on the chair, and hadn't had time to make intimate contact with the back of the chair.

A man's impatient voice came from next to his ear: "What kind of tea is this? It's terrible."

Ruoyin's mouth twitched, and he raised his eyes to look at the man: "This is the newly picked Tieguanyin tea this year. Every time I come back, I usually ask my slaves to serve this tea. Does it taste wrong today?"

"A good Tieguanyin has a natural orchid fragrance. When you drink it, it tastes mellow, full of fragrance, and has an endless aftertaste. Look at what you brewed. It smells no fragrance and tastes dull. It tastes like a pot. It's like water." The man put the cup on the table beside him vigorously.

With a bang, Ruoyin saw the tea in the cup splash on the table.

The faint scent of tea rushed into the tip of her nose.

What, she was so far away, and she could already smell the faint fragrance of tea, but he actually said that it smelled no fragrance?

Moreover, this tea is new.

The tea is also made by dedicated servants, so there is nothing wrong with it.

From her point of view, this man clearly didn't like her and was simply throwing a fit at her.

It was because she was not pleasing to the eye, no matter how delicious the tea was, it was tasteless.

If she was pleasing to the eye, even with a pot of boiled water, he would probably be able to gulp down his stomach.

She directly took the cup that fourth master put down, and took a sip of tea by herself.

Even though she thought the tea was very delicious, she still pretended to be authentic: "Well... this tea is a bit weak."

As she spoke, she opened her voice and ordered out the door: "Come here, take out this pot of tea and pour it out for me, and serve me another pot of white silver needles."

As soon as the voice finished, Qiaofeng and Qiaolan both entered the room.

Seeing the two of them arranging the cups and teapots, Ruoyin reprimanded them meanly: "You guys really don't know that the weather in May is getting hotter and a bit dry, and the white silver needles are just good for dispelling dampness, reducing fever, and reducing anger."

"Yes, yes, it's all the fault of the slaves, and the master has been bothered." After Qiaolan and Qiaofeng agreed, they rushed out to make tea again.

He said in his heart that Fujin was so courageous, yet he actually insinuated that his master was very angry.

After the servants went out, the atmosphere in the room was eerily quiet.

Fourth Master's complexion was even more gloomy and terrifying.

After a while, Mammy Liu brought out the tea newly brewed by the servants below.

After putting down the tray, Nanny Liu poured a cup of tea for Ruoyin and fourth master, and went out.

Ruoyin picked up a cup of tea nonchalantly, brushed the hot air lightly, and took a sip in front of fourth master.

"Well, this is still delicious." As she spoke, she resorted to her trump card and turned her head to smile at the fourth master, "If the master thinks this is not to your taste, I'll ask someone to cook something else, anyway, I have a lot of it here The tea I have is given to me by my master on weekdays."

The translation of this sentence is: Anyway, the tea here is rewarded by my grandfather. If you think it is not good, it is because the tea you gave is not good enough.

Fourth master heard the meaning of the woman's words, and dared to dislike the bad tea he offered.

However, it is said that you don't hit a smiling person with your hand. The key is that the smiling face is such a beauty.

There is a thrilling beauty in that frown and smile.

It made it difficult for him to keep pulling his face.

But I have to say, what she said was really annoying.

After the man took a sip of the tea, it didn't mean that the tea was not good.

He just coughed lightly, and said seriously: "You servant who makes tea, you can't control the heat well."

Anyway, he has already disliked him, so he has to keep talking, and he can't really be put together by her.

"Yes, I'll teach them a lesson later, they can't even make tea well." The woman's voice was always tender.

The last word of every sentence is raised upwards, just like singing a ditty.

Listening to it makes people feel happy, and the corners of their mouths rise.

When fourth master noticed that the corners of his mouth were rising imperceptibly, he immediately put on a straight face.