Bai Qingyu rubbed his son's head, "Because daddy wants to take you out to eat grilled sausages. Is it delicious?"
Bai Xiaocha nodded, and the soft flesh on his cheeks trembled: "It's delicious."
The spring night became very cool after the rain. Except for the small vendors at the subway entrance who insisted on selling grilled sausages, there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Bai Qingyu hugged her son tightly and turned sideways to block the direction of the wind.
It is difficult for tea gods to get sick, unless the weather is so bad that all the tea trees on the mountain die, they will be affected and become weak, but they will not feel comfortable even if they are cold.
Bai Qingyu covered Bai Xiaocha's forehead with his palm to prevent the wind from blowing on his head. He was anxious when he came out just now, and he didn't expect to spend the night outside. He knew he should wear a hat.
"Dad, hold it for me." Bai Xiaocha rubbed his palms vigorously and put them against his father's neck, "It's warm."
The tender palms of her hands did not get too hot due to friction, but Bai Qingyu still said to save her face: "It's so hot."
A citizen who was walking his dog at night slowed down when he saw the father and son who depended on each other. He tangledly touched the pockets of his jacket and then the pockets of his trousers, but found nothing. Finally, when he took out his mobile phone, he was led by the big dog with a tangled look on his face. Gone.
This enthusiastic citizen will probably spend the whole night feeling annoyed because he didn’t have any cash on him.
Bai Xiaocha finished eating the sausage under his father's care, his eyes were sparkling, his pupils were like Bai Qingyu, slightly amber like tea soup, and his thin hair was very dark, showing obsidian that had been fully exposed to the sun. luster.
Just when Bai Qingyu was planning to spend the night in the bank's self-service hall, the housekeeper finally sent him a message and asked him if Bai Xiaocha had slept. If he did, he should carry him through the back door and not make any noise. If you haven't slept, it's too dangerous to cross the line of fire with your cub.
Bai Qingyu looked at his son who was still licking the bamboo stick and replied: "Sleep."
Seeing that the windows on the second floor were finally dark, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief and went to the door to pick up Bai Qingyu.
He also brought a cardboard box for Bai Qingyu to put the child in. The butler's love was reflected in the fact that he found a very high-end tea box.
"If you see him, just say he is moving tea leaves. Mr. He has a hobby of collecting famous tea."
Bai Qingyu nodded heavily.
On the second floor, in the darkness, He Renyuan sat quietly facing the window, with a cup of cold tea in his hand.
In recent years, he has been prone to insomnia at night, and when he can't sleep, he consumes caffeine in tea like a masochist.
There was a notebook spread out on the table, which listed what happened in the spring three years ago. Some of them he remembered, and some he found through his work schedule. Through surveillance and other people's confessions, he was able to pinpoint what happened every minute. What. He is obsessed with time and does not allow any time to hide in the shadow of confusion.
However, time did not pass. At most, he was unconscious for several hours under the cliff. However, He Renyuan firmly believed that he was missing a large piece of important memory.
Otherwise, how to explain the extra tea leaf tattoo on his lower back?
The explanation given by the doctor is that he lost the memory fragment of getting a tattoo before falling off the cliff.
Yeah? But he found all the memories before he fell off the cliff through various means. Every minute, every second, the evidence was conclusive, and there was no gap in the tattoo.
He Renyuan drank the cold tea and poured it again, only to find that the pot was empty. Tea helps him think about the past, but the effect is becoming less and less obvious.
He moved his long legs and stood up to pour water. He was a little irritated. Uncle Qi said that drinking tea like this was self-abuse. He put the tea at home in the cabinet on the first floor and refused to put it within his reach on the second floor.
He has to go downstairs.
As soon as he arrived at the stairs, He Renyuan noticed someone coming up. The footsteps were very light. He heard that the footsteps were not from the family.
There won't be any thief who doesn't have a good eye to steal here, so it's the new nanny who is healthy but has a weak brain.
He Renyuan stopped, and the next second, he came face to face with the new face who was tiptoeing around.
Turning the corner, I bumped into a man with an expressionless face. Even the tea god was a little shocked.
Although the lights were not turned on, through the street light shining in through the window at the corner of the stairs, one could vaguely see the handsome outline of his employer. There was a lingering low pressure on his brows, as if he could draw anyone who looked at him into the darkness. deep sea.
He Ying and the housekeeper had always emphasized that their employer had a bad temper, but Bai Qingyu didn't take it to heart. How could he, a tea god, be afraid of the wrath of a mere human being?
Bai Qingyu hugged the box tightly with a guilty conscience. Some humans are still very scary.
He Renyuan's eyes first fell on the tea box in his hand, and the white and slender fingers holding the box. Because of his love for tea, his partners often set the meeting place in a teahouse. He has seen many hands with two teas, but none of them are as suitable as the hands in front of him to hold white porcelain, make tea around the stove, and push cups to change cups.
The thought just flashed, and He Renyuan's eyes moved upward, facing a face that was submerged in the crowd.
Bai Qingyu forgot about the confession he had communicated with the butler. Seeing He Renyuan's expression of wanting his box, he said nervously: "The butler said that the remaining tea leaves in this box are damp. I don't want them anymore. I can take them away." .”
He Renyuan himself didn't know how much tea he had at home. He drank too much and was already numb. He had no intention of appreciating the tea leaves for a long time. The thickness was the same to him. He just prefers the subtle connection between tea and memory, but this connection gradually fails.
But at this moment, the fragrance of tea that he smelled at the tip of his nose was faint, like a thin thread, causing ripples in his mind that led to nowhere, just like when he woke up and drank tea for the first time.
He Renyuan's voice was low and cold: "Give me a pack."
Bai Qingyu emphasized: "It's getting hot."
He Renyuan frowned: "I know."
Bai Qingyu pursed her lips, but there were only cubs in the box, not tea.
He Renyuan threatened him with a bad temper: "The ownership of the items in your box is unknown. As an employer, I have the right to inspect."
Bai Qingyu didn't understand the first half of the sentence, but he understood the second half and hurriedly said: "Don't be angry, I'll give it to you right away."
Bai Qingyu reached into the box and gently pulled two hairs of the tea god cub.
The hair fell on the palm of his hand and turned into a handful of tea leaves. Bai Qingyu used his magical power to dry it and said: "Reach out your hand."
He Renyuan: "Huh?"
Bai Qingyu said sternly: "It contains loose tea leaves, so it is damp, and there are no packages."
He Renyuan spread his hands, and a few tea leaves fell on his palm, with a slight warmth: "That's it? Enough to brew a pot?"
Bai Qingyu took a step back while holding the box, and looked at He Renyuan with the eyes of a trafficker, "That's enough."
Really, because when the young master came back, he and Cha Bao got caught in the rain outside. Their hair was damp and the fragrance of tea overflowed. As a result, they were stopped by the young master who knew tea and asked for tea.
He Renyuan sneered. There was a long line of people searching for top-quality tea to please him. He was here chatting with the nanny over a few tea leaves.
If he hadn't been irritable because of long-term insomnia and didn't want to go downstairs, he would have fired this stingy nanny immediately. "Not enough, give me another one."
Bai Qingyu had no choice but to deal with her employer who was robbing him. As a last resort, she could only reach out and search Bai Xiaocha's whole head for Luofa.
In his sleep, the little boy thought his father was touching his head and turned over comfortably.
The tea box kicked, and Bai Qingyu almost lost his grip with one hand, and hurriedly bent down to clamp it.
He Renyuan took the next step and held the box, feeling its heavy weight.
At least twenty kilograms of tea, but not even a few grams? Was this originally his tea? He Renyuan took a deep breath and reassured himself that he couldn't care too much about the idiot.
Just when he was about to grab a handful himself, Bai Qingyu blocked him with quick eyesight and put a handful of tea leaves in his palm.
Bai Qingyu: "Are you okay? Can I go up and sleep?"
"The housekeeper arranged for you to live on the third floor?" He Renyuan frowned. The third floor is where guests live.
Bai Qingyu looked at him. Could it be that on the first day the young master came back, not only did he have no food, but he also had to take back his room?
He Renyuan caught his gaze, twitched the corner of his mouth and stepped aside.
When Bai Qingyu passed by, He Renyuan smelled a stronger scent of tea. He raised his hand and smelled it, so... the damp tea leaves are actually more fragrant?
He Renyuan threw the tea leaves into the health pot, boiled it, and poured out a cup.
The tea is light green in color, with a fragrant orchid fragrance. The tea has a fresh aroma but a light tea taste in the mouth. It is obviously a new Cong tea that has been cultivated for less than three years. It should still be Wuyi Zhengyan tea. Maocha is made by simply drying and finishing, and is not considered a finished tea.
It's too tender no matter how you look at it.
Zhengyan tea is produced in high mountain valleys and is rare and hard to find. He Renyuan has a lot of it here, and it is managed by the housekeeper. He has not been very interested in it in the past two years.
He Renyuan bent down and took out a sky-blue Ru kiln cup from under the table to replace the cow chewing peony mug. Then he was stunned. It had been a long, long time since he had spent a lot of time drinking tea.
……
Bai Qingyu transported Bai Xiaocha to the third floor without any danger, losing five hairs.
If Bai Qingyu used his original immortal appearance, his hair would be waist-length and dark blue.
Bai Xiaocha's hair was so dark because he ate too much human food. He didn't look like a tea god at all. It could also be that the hair of another bloodline provider flowing in his body was too dark.
But does this person really exist? Tea trees are divided into asexual reproduction and sexual reproduction. Clones are more likely to retain the excellent characteristics of the previous generation.
Could it be that Bai Xiaocha was asexually reproduced by him? But... Bai Qingyu looked at her son's black hair and fell into deep thought. If it is asexual reproduction, it should be dark blue.
oh! It may be due to acquired food.
[Baby, please eat less human sesame and soy sauce in the future. ]
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The next day, He Renyuan sat at the dining table with a decent meal in front of him. He had no appetite, but was thinking about the sip of tea he had last night.
He actually slept well last night.
"Uncle Qi, which tea was so damp last night?"
The housekeeper said "Ah", what's going on? He takes good care of the young master's tea leaves, and there is absolutely no chance of them getting damp. The Pu'er tea cakes that have been produced for decades are all in good condition.
He Renyuan received no response and frowned: "Is the box of tea you gave to the new nanny still in the warehouse?"
In the flash of lightning, the housekeeper realized what the tea was. It was probably because Bai Qingyu was carrying the child back to the house last night and the young master caught him and said it was tea.
The butler said succinctly: "No more."
He Renyuan: "Gone?"
The housekeeper made up an excuse: "It was cheap tea that I bought at a mobile vendor when I returned to my hometown a while ago. I took care of the boss's business after I took the last pack. Later, I found that the taste was average and I didn't put it away properly."
This statement was full of loopholes. He Renyuan did not bother to correct the mistakes, and was inexplicably offended by the taste: "The taste is average?"
"Have you drunk it?" The butler's heart skipped a beat. Does it taste good? He can't match Bai Qingyu's tea script! The young master who has many things to do all day long pays too much attention to this box of tea.
Bai Qingyu happened to come out from upstairs. No one told him that the nanny had to get up early when He Renyuan was at home. He went to bed later than his employer. He walked down the stairs in a low-key manner and was stopped by the housekeeper.
"Qingyu, the tea I gave you last night..." The housekeeper raised his head slightly.
Bai Qingyu continued: "Oh, thank you, it tastes good."
He was a bit self-proclaimed: "Mr. He should also think it's good."
He Renyuan snorted and said to the housekeeper: "Go to that vendor and buy another box."
Butler: "..." Where can I buy it?
He Renyuan kindly reminded: "Uncle Qi, your hometown is in the north, and mobile stalls sell narcissus. It should be easy to find, right?"
The housekeeper was dizzy. Where did Bai Qingyu get the tea from to fool He Renyuan? From the young master's tone, it was genuine from the country of origin. "I remembered that a while ago, I accidentally spilled a box of Lao Cong Narcissus on the ground and poured it into a piece." ”
Bai Qingyu: "Uncle Qi——" Don't follow the young master's words. There are traps in his words, both good and bad.
He Renyuan: "Oh? I made a mistake. It's not Lao Cong, it's Xin Cong."
The housekeeper shut up. Well, you shouldn't quibble in front of a lawyer. You don't know which words are true and which are false.
(End of chapter)