The food prepared by the Leng family tastes pretty good.
Shui Miaomiao's stomach was full after eating it, mainly because she didn't have to cook it herself, which really didn't feel too good.
However, Shui Miaomiao felt keenly that Leng Ningchi's mother seemed to be in a low mood since she left.
How can you feel sad when you reunite with your own daughter after a long absence? Could it be that he was worried about his daughter because he was hesitant to speak?
Leng Ningchi was immersed in the joy of meeting her mother and did not notice it.
The night is beautiful tonight, the sky is full of stars.
Leng Ningchi blurted out a poem, which made Wen Renxian interested.
Both of them were really talented people. Shui Miaomiao considered herself not an arty person. If she was asked to say something, she would have to learn from the ancients, so she quietly got up.
Wen Renxian noticed it immediately, but looking at the direction Shui Miaomiao left, it seemed to be the same as the direction Leng Ning Chi Niang left.
After thinking for a while, he didn't move.
He also focused his consciousness on Shui Miaomiao. If Shui Miaomiao left this yard, he would know.
Ningmei said she was going to make tea. The water was boiling but there was no response. She leaned against the pillar of the room weakly.
She thought that she should have a few words with Leng Ningchi before things got out of hand.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was strange and harmonious. Wen Renxian was good to Shui Miaomiao, Shui Miaomiao was good to Leng Ningchi, and Leng Ningchi was good to both of them.
Ningmei understands Leng Ningchi's temperament and is not a proactive person.
Ningmei could see clearly but not clearly. After all, Wen Renxian was always well behaved and seemed to be just a master who cared a little bit extra for his disciples.
So where should I start? If I tell the truth today, Leng Ningchi will not be able to bear it, and it will only cause Leng Ningchi pain.
No wonder the Saint Yuan Ancestor did not suppress his words back then, because he knew what he would say and what he would not say. The Ancestor really played a good game and was in control of the overall situation.
As a chess piece, if you don't have the ability to resist, then it's better not to know too much.
"Aunt, let me help you."
Seeing Shui Miaomiao's adorable head poked in, Ningmei smiled meaningfully. From the bottom of her heart, it was really hard for people not to like Shui Miaomiao, not to mention how she treated her daughter in every possible way. Good.
"Ah! The water is boiling!"
After listening to Shui Miaomiao's words, Ningmei realized what she was doing and stepped forward, but was stopped by Shui Miaomiao, "Be careful of burning you, I'll do it."
Looking at Shui Miaomiao's frizzy movements, Ningmei laughed lightly. Before Shui Miaomiao got burned, she used some unskilled magic to protect Shui Miaomiao.
"You are a guest, how can you keep the guests busy?"
"I'm not a guest, I'm a close friend of Ning Chi's friend." Shui Miaomiao said with a smile, trying her best to behave better.
It was the first time she was talking to Leng Ningchi's mother alone, so she was a little nervous. She wanted to know why Ningmei was worried about Leng Ningchi.
Ningmei felt that the three of them had mixed up their personalities when they first met, but Ningmei accepted Shui Miaomiao's kindness.
The relationship between the three of them has not yet been decided, or maybe she is just overthinking it as a mother. Everything will be carried out according to the plan of the Saint Yuan Ancestor, and everything will be carried out in every detail.
She didn't need to be malicious towards Shui Miaomiao.
Even if something unexpected happens in the future, it won’t be necessary.
Ningmei held the kettle. She seemed to be graceful, but unexpectedly she acted informally. She and Shui Miaomiao sat on the stove, each holding a cup of warm tea, and drank it, completely forgetting about the outside world. Two people blowing cold air.
Leng Ningchi also noticed Shui Miaomiao's departure, feeling vaguely restless and wanting to look for her.
She wasn't used to being alone with Wen Renxian for the time being, but it didn't seem good to leave Wen Renxian alone outside.
"This smells so good." Looking at the rising and falling stuff in the cup that looked more like rice than tea, I took a careful sip. It was sweet without the bitterness of tea.
Shui Miaomiao narrowed her eyes and took another big mouthful. She felt comfortable and felt that it had the effect of digesting food. Her bloated belly was no longer as uncomfortable as it was at the beginning.
"This is fragrant tea, made by myself. If Miss Miaomiao likes it, she can take some away with her later."
"Auntie, just call me Miaomiao." Shui Miaomiao replied sweetly, looking at the tea in the cup, "Ning Chi must have drank this often when she was a child."
Ningmei nodded.
"It smells like home~" murmuring, Shui Miaomiao suddenly turned to look at Ningmei, "How about my aunt teach me how to make it."
"Ah?" The jump was too big, and Ningmei didn't react for a moment. She originally wanted to talk to Shui Miaomiao about Leng Ningchi's experience in the past few years.
Leng Ningchi did not talk to her about her experiences abroad, but hurriedly told her about them in just a few words. She reported the good news but not the bad news, maybe because she knew that even if she reported the bad news, there was nothing she could do as a mother, so why bother.
But Ningmei still wants to know.
Looking at Shui Miaomiao's smiling face with a thirst for knowledge and her eagerness to try the fragrant tea, Ningmei suddenly didn't want to ask. She could neither stay with Leng Ningchi nor show up when Leng Ningchi had something to do.
But someone can.
"Auntie, don't think I'm stupid or unwilling to pay. I learn things quickly. If it really doesn't work, I will come to your door a few more times, as long as Auntie is willing to let me bother you."
"I'm willing, but it's better for the Leng family to come less often. There's nothing interesting. I'll let Ningchi take Miaomiao around Zhongbei City for the next few days."
Ningmei put down the tea cup, stood up and straightened her clothes. Amid Shui Miaomiao's confused expression, she changed the topic, "This fragrant tea is actually very simple. I'm going to order old tea with fragrant rice..."
It’s really simple, but it’s so pleasing to the eye when you make it.
"My Ningchi has a slow temper, and to put it bluntly, he is a bit cowardly."
Shui Miaomiao was looking intently at Ningmei making fragrant tea, and her reaction was half a beat too slow. She didn't realize that it was Leng Ningchi who took the initiative to say hello and invite her.
The movements of her hands paused for a moment. Ning Mei did not expect that it was Leng Ningchi who greeted her first. Then her greeting was wonderful. Depending on the future, it might be the most correct move in her life.
"Since cooking makes it more fragrant and less sweet, does Ningchi prefer to drink it and cook it longer or cook it less?"
Shui Miaomiao's question brought back Ningmei's thoughts.
"She." Ningmei lowered her head, her long eyelashes covering her sensitive eyes, "I don't know."
Ever since she was picked up by the Leng family, Leng Ningchi has become a very obedient person. It was also because she, as a mother, did not set a good example for her at the time. Her husband-in-law died and the Saint Yuan ancestor also came to the door. Resistance is a It’s a very luxurious thing.
So Leng Ningchi became obedient, her preferences were determined, and she could only follow one person.
Offer a bowl of tea.
Wen Renxian took it silently and took a sip. The bitterness spread and then the sweetness returned. Suddenly he remembered that he did have the habit of drinking tea after meals, but it was just a habit.
If someone offers it, drink it; if no one offers it, don’t drink it.
At that time, the tea was smoked with the Six Gods Stone, which could make people immediately clear and clear, and then they could continue practicing. After all, people tend to feel lazy after eating.
In the end, Leng Ningchi couldn't sit still and went to find Shui Miaomiao, but when he saw that she was having a happy conversation with his mother, he wanted to go forward, but his mother looked at her and told her to leave.
She was confused but still did as she was told. In the Leng family, she seemed to have no qualifications to ask questions. She just had a passive habit and could not leave empty-handed.
Then he served a cup of tea smoked by the Liushen Stone. Watching Wen Renxian fall into memories and frown slightly, Leng Ningchi didn't know what he had done wrong.
On this starry night, the moonlight was as bright as water. Sitting quietly felt like a waste. I didn't know how long my mother and Miaomiao were going to talk.
Leng Ningchi took out the guqin from the space and played a small tune, letting Wen Renxian slowly unfold her face. Ying Yunsu liked to play this tune when she had nothing to do.
Wen Renxian looked at Leng Ningchi. Leng Ningchi was hazy and unreal in the moonlight. It always gave him a feeling of familiarity, strangeness, and a little fear of himself, as if he had done something sorry for her.
If, if we say, when the Immortal Alliance was divided into disciples, there was no such thing as Shui Miaomiao.
Leng Ningchi's familiarity will moisten things and blend into Wen Renxian's life silently. Then you will not notice the strangeness, but you should feel like you are like an old friend at first sight.
Therefore, I don’t know whether the Saint Yuan Ancestor included Shui Miaomiao...
