"Well……"
Although Tan Xing didn't say it directly, Chu Shangli could tell that Tan Xing was probably wondering whether Bai Xiaoqian's father really had some mental problems.
After all, he was the man who could fill his daughter's backpack with strange weapons.
"Boy, your expression is a little too obvious—"
"What, what?" Tan Xing immediately opened a book to cover himself up, but he didn't even notice that the book was upside down.
Bai Xiaoqian's father stepped forward and turned Tan Xing's book over.
"It's upside down." She reminded him with a smile.
"..." Tan Xing coughed twice: "Maybe - my eyes are a little blurry? After all, if the color is too white, it might be -"
"Speaking of which, during surgery, if the clothing is too colorful, it's particularly easy to make mistakes," Bai Xiaoqian's father said with a smile. "In other words, the purer the white, the less likely the original color will change. Even ordinary snacks will emit a more enticing aroma. However, this aroma actually emanates from the brain."
Bai Xiaoqian's father patted Tan Xing on the head. "So, I'm a little curious now. Son, do you think there's something wrong with my mind, but you're too embarrassed to judge directly?"
Tan Xing grabbed a piece of scone and put it in his mouth, intending to make his stiff face look more natural, but he ended up choking on the scone crumbs and started coughing.
"Judging from your reaction, you admit it."
"No, no, absolutely not." Tan Xing shook his head.
"You thought we were abnormal from the beginning, didn't you? So, for you, there shouldn't be much of a line between 'abnormal' and 'mentally abnormal'—though in reality, there is a huge difference."
Bai Xiaoqian's father took out the teapot and pressed the bottom button.
The bottom looks like it's decorated with golden roses, but it's actually a switch for heating, and the teapot is filled with hot water.
The hot water began to boil in the teapot, and Bai Xiaoqian's father put the flowers handed to him by Bai Xiaoqian's mother Bai Meng into the teapot.
The sweet aroma spread, and the tea soup was dyed pure white.
Bai Xiaoqian's father handed the pure white tea to Tan Xing.
"please--"
Tan Xing was choking and was still coughing, but when he saw the rose tea, he hesitated, his eyes fixed on the steaming hot tea that was gradually turning from white to an ominous red.
"Are you afraid of getting hot? Or do you hate this color?"
"No, how do you make red tea from white roses?"
"It's very simple—" Bai Xiaoqian's father said calmly: "Because white contains all colors, red must also exist among them—"
“…”
"Okay, don't frown." Bai Xiaoqian's father pressed a finger between his eyebrows. "The temperature is just right, and so is the taste. If my observation is correct, it will probably suit your taste as well. There's absolutely no problem - you don't need to worry at all."
Tan Xing was probably choking on the scone and couldn't stand it anymore, so he just made up his mind, raised his teacup and took a sip.
"Yeah—really—"
Tan Xing took another big sip: "It's really delicious—"
He drank the rose tea in the cup in one gulp: "It feels completely different from the floral tea I've had before—"
"Of course, after all, it's made of special roses--" Bai Xiaoqian seemed to be answering something that was a matter of course.
"You are so ignorant of etiquette--" Feng Ruye complained.
"Well, there's no need for etiquette. After all, Peter Pan exists to break the rules—"
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