Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

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

But liking it is really out of the question, the one who really likes drinking tea is dad.

As long as she could remember, Dad had spent a lot on tea and tea sets.

When she was a child, her father would accompany her to play in the backyard after work. She liked to dig his small private vegetable garden with a small shovel, while my father liked to lazily nestle 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 boiled in a small red clay stove, and the elegant tea fragrance overflowed and diffused in the air, fragrant.

Smelling the fragrance of tea, she would approach her with a muddy cat face and beg for tea. Dad never refused, and every time he would hold a cup and let her take a sip.

Dad's favorite is Mingqian Longjing, but he likes to make white tea, the tea is clear and light yellow, the color is beautiful, and the tea smells good.

For her as a child, no matter whether it is Mingqian Longjing or white tea, the tea is not good.

Every time she didn't remember to drink it, she would frown and tell her father that it was not good, and her father would smile and nod her little nose, saying that she wanted tea, but she was disgusted after drinking it. Exactly the same as my mother.

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 liked to make white tea when he obviously didn't like white tea. When she grew up, she understood that her father used the fragrance of white tea to miss her mother.

Because my mother likes the tea aroma after brewing white tea.

Now, Dad is going to accompany Mom, and she also has new concerns in this strange time and space.

Good!

The purple sand pot is not big, and it won't take long for a pot of water to boil. Seeing that the water is boiling, Jian Jian quickly moistens the tea all over, and then sends the Erdao tea, which exudes elegant tea fragrance, to Rong Lao's hands.

"Please!"

"Thanks!"

Elder Rong pursed his lips and thanked him. Regardless of the hot tea, he couldn't wait to take a sip and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Good tea."

Jian Yan chuckled, "As long as you like it!"

I like it, it's no wonder I don't like such a good tea.

He is a man of knowledge.

Scanning the notebook spread out on the table, he smiled and said, "The auxiliary line is drawn wrong."

As he said that, he asked Jian Yan, "Aren't you a student of the Department of Esophagus? I see that the knowledge points recorded in the notebook are all majors in mecha manufacturing. Are you planning to teach yourself a second major?"

"...Just, just, alas!"

Sighing, she said in half embarrassment and half helplessly, "To tell you the truth, I was originally a mecha manufacturing major, but I really didn't have the talent, so I switched to the esophagus department."

"As for the self-study you mentioned, it's actually out of the question. I just take advantage of my spare time to learn as much as I can."

Elder Rong was stunned by her answer for two seconds, nodded and said, "No wonder you are on the spaceship at this time, not at school.

If I guessed correctly, you are a student of Di Zong. "

Jian Yan's eyes widened, "You, you guessed it now?"

She never revealed her identity, and she didn't deliberately guide her in this direction. How did the old man figure out that she was a student of Di Zong?

Just, just curious.

"Actually, it's not my god, but it's easy to infer that in all major colleges and universities, the outdoor practice classes of Dizong match your time, and you are on the ship of star G57."

Elder Rong smiled kindly, and winked at her as he spoke, like an old urchin, and proudly said, "I also guessed that it was during this period of time that you and Boy Lu fell in love."

"You are this!" She smiled and gave the old gentleman a thumbs up.