Mag, who had just been stunned, suddenly opened his eyes and looked back at Hill, who was standing behind him at some point. He also realized that he seemed to be too immersed in the lottery and had relaxed his vigilance to the surrounding situation.
"I just had an interesting dream." McGonagall said with a smile, stood up and looked at Hill, "I wonder what happened to Miss Hill?"
"If I say that I want to come and have a cup of tea with Mr. Mag, I wonder if Mr. Mag will agree?" Hill looked at Mag with a smile.
"Miss Hill is already standing here, can I still refuse?" Mag asked with a smile, motioning to the seat next to her, "The sun is perfect today, why not drink tea outside in the sun."
"That's fine." Hill nodded, walked straight to the table and sat down.
Mag went into the room and took out a tea set. He put the purple clay pot on the small stove and boiled it. Then he poured some black tea into it. The aroma of tea floated out from the spout of the pot. He took a gentle sniff and made people feel peaceful and comfortable.
The sun is shining brightly on a winter morning.
The two sat opposite each other, cooking a cup of black tea in the middle, and neither spoke.
Hill stared at Mag for a long time. He just stared at the purple clay pot calmly, without even looking at her.
She had seen many men, and some of them often didn't look at her, but those men just wanted to hide their panic, so they deliberately turned their eyes elsewhere, and their flashing eyes quickly exposed their thoughts.
But Mag was different. His eyes were calm and focused, as if there was something more beautiful than her on the purple-gold teapot, and even looking at her was unnecessary.
She has never met such a man.
"This guy, do I really not have a good-looking teapot?" Hill felt inexplicably unconvinced. Although she didn't care about men's gaze, she was used to the feeling of being watched. Now that she was ignored, she still felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Comfortable.
"System, what is the effect of this Buddha jumping over the wall?"
"Host please explore on your own."
"System, this high-end dish is so powerful, will there be any side effects? What if it kills someone?"
"The host is asked to explore on his own and consider the preparation of medicine... dishes."
"What's the use of you?"
Mag couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his mind and asked three questions without answering. What's the use of this system?
"This tea is quite fragrant." Hill broke the silence with a smile. She didn't have the leisure to sit here and bask in the sun all morning like Mag.
"Well, it's good tea." Mag ended the conversation with the system, took Hill's words naturally, picked up the teapot and poured her a cup, the clear and gorgeous tea soup, with a strong tea aroma.
This is the Wuyishan Dahongpao he bought from the system. It is naturally good tea and the quantity is not large. If Hill had not made the request, he would not have been willing to give it to others to drink.
Hill took the small white porcelain tea bowl. The pleasant fragrance of the tea made her eyes light up.
In addition to being good at red wine, her grandfather was also good at tea. In recent years, he would go fishing and drink tea when he had nothing to do. She would also drink tea with him when she was free, so she knew something about tea.
Her grandfather's favorite was the Asham black tea produced in the Asham Valley of the goblin tribe. Because the production was very small, it was not easy to buy.
A few years ago, because he was unable to buy black tea, he bought the entire Asham Valley area in one go and built a tea base. He produces and sells it himself, just for himself. Occasionally, he will give some to his friends. .
The black tea brewed by Mr. Mag has a stronger aroma than Asham black tea.
He picked up the tea bowl and blew on it gently, then carefully took a small sip.
"This smells like this!"
Hill's eyes lit up. The aroma was rich and the taste was sweet and mellow. After swallowing, the timeless aroma reverberated between the lips and teeth, making people feel refreshed.
“Good tea.”
Even Hill, who had tasted many good teas, couldn't help but praise it.
Even her grandfather's favorite Assam black tea was obviously inferior compared to it.
"Grandpa will definitely like this tea." Hill thought firmly in his heart.
"Miss Hill is so busy, she shouldn't just come to me for tea, right?" Mag took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, looked at Hill and asked with a smile.
Hill is a strong woman. She doesn't often come to the restaurant to eat. She usually only appears here when something happens.
"The improvement work of the steam locomotive has been completed. However, during this period, Chief Engineer Blair led the R&D team to try to add magic arrays to the steam locomotive to increase the speed of the steam locomotive. Recently, there has been a breakthrough, but in actual application I have encountered some problems that cannot be solved, and I hope to get some help from Mr. Mag." Hill looked at Mag and said.
"A modified version of the train?" Mag was even more surprised when he heard this.
Hill said a little apologetically: "These matters are not within the scope of our cooperation. I am really embarrassed to have to ask Mr. McGonagall for help."
"I don't know much about magic, so I may not be able to help, but I am quite interested in this magically modified train. I may not have enough time in the morning, so I can go there during my lunch break." Mag nodded and said He didn't refuse, and he didn't say too much.
He is indeed a little curious about what kind of changes will occur when technology meets magic.
A modified version of the train?
Can the speed be as fast as that of high-speed rail?
"Okay, someone will pick you up at noon today." A smile appeared on Hill's face, and then he took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of Mag.
"This is?"
"This is a letter of appointment. I want to hire you as the general consultant for this steam locomotive project. That way, if I need you in the future, I will feel less sorry when I ask." Hill said.
Mag glanced at the seven-digit annual salary, pushed the letter of appointment back in front of Hill, shook his head with a smile and said, "If you sign this, I will be more sorry when I refuse in the future."
"Does Mr. McGonagall think the salary is too low?"
"No, I just don't like to be restrained." Mag shook his head, "If I have time, I will be happy to participate in whatever I can do for the steam locomotive project. After all, I am also one of the shareholders, but the premise is that I have null."
Hill stared at Mag for a while, put away the letter of appointment, and said with a smile: "Then there is Mr. Lo Mag."
Hill quietly drank the black tea in the teacup, put down the teacup, and asked curiously: "I wonder what kind of tea is this? Mr. Mag still has a lot in his hand. I wonder if he can sell me some for free. My grandfather likes to drink tea." , I will definitely like this good tea.”
"It's just a little bit of wild tea. There's not much left, so I can't part with it." Mag shook his head decisively and refused, and the system sold him less than a pound of black tea. It was too little for him to drink, so how could he sell it.
However, according to the system, this is due to the first year of transplantation and cultivation, and the yield should increase in the following years.
