Yue'er brought two cups of freshly brewed hot tea and served them one by one.

Xiao Zhihua picked it up, opened the lid, took a look, frowned and said, "Sister, the prince doesn't like this Keemun black tea. He has preferred Junshan Silver Needle since he was a child, and he has collected several boxes in his study."

She put down her teacup and said with a smile:

"This Junshan Yinzhen is brewed with morning dew. The first time, it is rinsed, the second time, it is selected, and the third time, the flavor is mellow and fragrant, the fragrance spreads several meters away. It is the gentleman among tea leaves, standing tall and clean."

When she said this, on the surface she was praising the fragrance of the tea, but in reality she was expressing her understanding of the prince's preferences.

Qin Ye didn't know this.

Qin Ye picked up the teacup and blew on the rim:

"It's enough to drink some, why would you care about so much?"

Baoyu, who was standing behind Xiao Zhihua, cast a disdainful look upon hearing this.

What a vulgar country boy's expression!

There is a lot of culture in tea.

The master is an expert at making tea. He can tell the quality of different teas just by smelling them. Over the years, 80% of the tea sent to Hanfeng Courtyard was made by the master himself.

A gentleman loves tea.

How could the princess understand this?

Xiao Zhihua smiled softly: "It's mainly because the prince likes to drink."

"He likes to drink, but he doesn't come to my place to drink. What does it have to do with me?" Qin Ye asked suspiciously.

“…”

Xiao Zhihua choked for a moment, then smiled and said, "I just talked to my sister. I didn't mean anything else. Besides, the prince likes lighter food, especially fish."

"Alas, he has a very picky taste. Over the years, I have come into the kitchen hundreds of times and cooked fish hundreds of times just for him. He likes it very much and can't get used to the food cooked by others."

She stroked her soft and slender fingers with a sweet smile on her lips:

"Although the prince does not allow me to enter the kitchen, fearing that I might hurt my hands, I am afraid that the cook does not understand his preferences, so I will make it whenever I have time."

When he said this, his face was full of happiness.

How could Qin Ye not see through Xiao Zhihua's intention?

Just two words: show off.

One word: show.

However, why should she tell Zong Zhengchen about this? She can't go into the kitchen, cook, or make tea.

Xiao Zhihua came here just to tell her this?

Qin Ye was not interested in these things and answered casually:

"knew."

Seeing how cold she was, Xiao Zhihua thought that Qin Ye must be jealous after hearing about her close relationship with the prince.

Oh!

The curve of her lips deepened a little, and her voice became softer:

"The prince prefers old things. He keeps things he used a few years ago and never throws them away. He also keeps the clothes he wore."

Including, she, the old man~

The prince is nostalgic, so he naturally loves her too.

"His uniform was worn out, and I often mended it for him. I advised him to change it, but he said that he had been with this uniform through all his battles and he had developed an attachment to it and would never change it. Now there are several patches on it and I know exactly where they are."

She showed off invisibly.

She and the prince grew up together and knew each other's hobbies, temperaments, and behaviors very well.

Qin Ye would never be able to understand the close relationship they had, and would never be able to get involved in it in his entire life.

Yue'er frowned.

Did Concubine Xiao come to talk to the princess, or to show off?

My princess doesn't care about the prince at all!

Is it necessary to be so cocky?

Baoyu raised his chin proudly and glanced at the master and servant with his eyes slanted.

The princess can never compare to the prince's love for her master. Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you are in power. The woman who truly lives in the prince's heart is her master!

Yue'er and Baoyu looked at each other, glaring at each other, secretly competing with each other in momentum.

Qin Ye took two sips of tea calmly, summed up what Xiao Zhihua had just said, smacked the slightly bitter tea leaves in his mouth, and asked curiously:

"You do so much work for him, does he pay you?"