Chapter 241: Bringing the grandma to show off in front of people
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Although the journey was tiring.
But it did not affect Lord Sima's demeanor at all.
Afternoon.
Boat trip.
Boating on the lake.
The winter wind was a little chilly.
But it was warm on the boat.
Jiangzhou is wealthy and close to the river.
It is different from the slightly turbulent river like Jingjiang.
The river in Jiangzhou is vast and boundless. For the ancients who have never seen the sea, they would think that this is probably the sea.
Lord Jia was impressed by Sima Jiang's demeanor as soon as he met him.
He politely received him to the post station, which was a guesthouse specially for officials passing by.
After settling in, he immediately made an appointment for afternoon tea.
Lord Jia is a typical son of an aristocratic family. He is not a high-ranking official and his salary is not high. His family is very powerful. He knows how to eat and play, but his ability to do things is average, so he got the position of receptionist.
Anyway, it is quite suitable.
Although he is not a high-ranking official, his rank is not low.
It is just relatively speaking.
With the blessing of the family, the weakest one is at least the fifth or sixth rank.
Ordinary people don’t know how to be selected as an official or how to be promoted. In the big families, there is already a familiar path. As long as you follow the steps, everything will be arranged.
The Jia family is also an old noble family.
Jia Sen has no great ability. He barely passed the exam and became an official, but he likes the literati and makes friends with celebrities.
Jiangzhou happens to be a place where celebrities are everywhere.
If someone is more politically sensitive, he should not contact Sima Jiang as soon as he arrives, but wait until the situation is clearer.
But Lord Jia just lacks this part.
He was shocked by Sima Jiang as soon as he saw her.
At this moment on the cruise ship, Lord Jia was like a peacock with its tail spread out, with makeup on his face.
Mianmian was wearing a rich man's robe, sitting next to his father, just like his father's servant.
Looking at the uncle opposite, he actually had foundation on his face?
But because the foundation was not applied properly, the pores were a bit coarse, and it looked white from a distance, but it was indeed a bit claustrophobic when looking closely. Every large pore was blocked by white powder, but because people get excited and produce oil, the edges of the pores will be wet, and the powder will be eaten by the oil, forming a white face with many holes.
Alas, this is because too much cosmetics are used, but the cleaning is not in place, and the makeup is not removed properly.
This also shows that their sales ability is not good.
For example, selling toiletries and cosmetics, which are the basic necessities of life, her family should have been rich enough to rival a country a long time ago, but the result is normal. It seems that they are a little richer than the average rich person, but they don’t feel particularly rich. It’s probably because they don’t have good business skills.
They haven’t even sold to Jiangzhou City.
Beijing is a first-tier city, so Jiangzhou and Qingzhou, the hometown of Teacher He Yushi, are quasi-first-tier cities. Jingzhou used to be a fifth- or sixth-tier city, but with the vigorous development of Jiang Sima, it should be able to become a second-tier city.
Jiang Mianmian didn’t stare at the other person’s face for too long,
as it would be impolite to do so. Even if she just glanced at him, she couldn’t help but complain in her heart.
In fact, Lord Jia was also very nervous at the moment.
Because Jiang Sima was already handsome and elegant, he came to the appointment after washing up, wearing a navy blue robe, which made his fair skin and handsome features even more perfect.
Seeing him wearing such a navy blue robe, Lord Jia thought that when he returned, he would also buy one, it was really nice.
And the reason why Lord Jia sat up straight was not the elegant Lord Jiang, but the young boy next to Lord Jiang.
Or rather, it was not a young boy, but a little girl.
Jiang Sima actually brought his youngest daughter.
"My little girl is naughty and wants to see the world. Please don't blame me, brother Jia." Jiang Sima said dotingly.
Lord Jia was a little uneasy because the appearance of the young boy in front of him was really, really, too, exquisite.
There are many beautiful poems praising the beauty of a beauty.
But facing the appearance of this young boy, she couldn't even say anything.
Jiang Sima is so heroic, his daughter should be beautiful.
But if the beautiful face is still childish, unaware of it, and looks lazy and contented, it will be different.
It is radiant and colorful, as if it is not real.
Mianmian also likes her appearance very much, she has made a fortune.
Dad is as beautiful as a fairy.
Then she is a fairy Plus.
Although Mianmian doesn't look in the mirror usually.
The main reason is that she didn't even invent the mirror, which is embarrassing. She
made a half-baked mirror, but it is not very useful, very heavy and very expensive.
Anyway, she doesn't look in the mirror very often, but occasionally when she can see herself reflected in the mirror, she will be a little shocked and fascinated.
Even with this face, it feels easy to be forgiven for doing bad things.
It was also with this face that A Niang was reluctant to use force every time she beat her.
If A Niang used force, there would be basically no one left alive.
The three views are determined by the five senses. Mian Mian is worried that she will be arrogant if she looks at her appearance more. She
is also worried that she will have appearance anxiety.
Ordinary people's appearance anxiety is that they think they are not good-looking and want to look better.
Her appearance anxiety is that she is too beautiful, what if she is not good-looking in the future?
It is said that there was a Narcissus who was so anxious that she died.
Mian Mian does not have any appearance anxiety now, but she thinks she does not have it. In fact, the whole family thinks she does, because she brushes her teeth in the morning and evening, applies facial cream, and has made a lot of things to apply on her face.
Essence water? Essence liquid? Face cream? Sunscreen? Facial mask?
Anyway, Jiang Mianmian has a bunch of normal skin care products that she thinks she needs. She is still young and doesn't use them. Her elder sister and mother don't like to use them either, and her brother doesn't care about these things. But her father knows how to use them because her mother, who is eager to protect her husband, will give them to him.
Anyway, when Mianmian looks at Lord Jia opposite, Lord Jia feels a little uneasy.
It seems that he wants to open his eyes wider.
But it is quite tiring to keep the eyes open all the time.
Fortunately, there is a tool like Kung Fu tea for showing off.
People from the bitter cold of Jingzhou must have never tried such an elegant activity.
Lord Jia brews tea with the eyes open.
The sandalwood charcoal is burning, boiling water.
The expensive and fine spring water boils, and then it is poured on the porcelain cup as thin as a cicada's wing, emitting white smoke.
After wasting time, they started to add tea, brew, judge, and divide the tea.
They were worried that the other party would embarrass themselves.
Lord Jia also said, "You don't need to drink the first brew, the first brew is for washing the tea."
Of course, it is also to warm the cup.
Boil the cup with boiling water, and then warm the cup for the first brew. The cup always maintains the temperature, which can maximize the tea aroma.
Lord Jia carefully handed the slightly cool justice cup to Mr. Jiang in front of him, and reminded him, "Brother Jiang, you can smell the tea aroma."
Sima Jiang took the justice cup and smelled it casually, but he had done this too many times at home.
When the young man just started to brew tea, he was forced by her to smell several cups every day and describe the different smells.
After smelling it, he handed the justice cup to the lady.
Mianmian smelled it and it was quite nice, with the aroma of nectar. The only drawback was that it might have been stored improperly and it had a bit of a stale smell, but it was already a very good tea.
Mianmian's hometown was a place where every household had a tea plantation, which was later used as an excuse for wire fraud. She no longer dared to tell people that my grandfather was growing tea, for fear that others would accuse her of fraud, although her family really had tea.
She smelled it and gave it to Yin Gu, the maid standing behind her.
Yin Gu stood behind her master like a door panel.
She also took the fairness cup handed over by the young master, smelled it, then frowned slightly and gave it back.
Lord Jia was a little unhappy with this operation.
Making tea is a very elegant thing.
Especially Kung Fu tea, which came from the palace.
Although the youngest daughter of Brother Sima was very pretty, she was a little disrespectful. She actually gave the fair cup to her nanny to smell. The old nanny actually frowned.
It was at this time that Lord Jia noticed the old nanny.
It was only after noticing that he realized that the nanny had a good temperament and did not look like an ordinary person.
She looked even more powerful than the nanny next to his own old lady. He actually did not notice the nanny at all just now.
"How does this tea smell? Does it smell like nectar? Brother Jiang, one tael of this tea is more expensive than one tael of gold. I only snatched two taels from my brother. I am reluctant to brew it on weekdays. I only take it out when there are distinguished guests."
"Very good." Jiang Changtian nodded.
"It seems to have the fragrance of plums." Mianmian said.
Lord Jia's long face suddenly brightened up, and the flesh on his cheeks trembled slightly, obviously very happy.
"Yes, yes, it is the plum fragrance. The tea leaves are made by slowly baking green plums as firewood."
"If Lord Jia likes this kind of tea, he can also make tea with small green tangerines. Peel off the flesh inside and put the tea leaves in. The tea made has the fragrance of tangerines in addition to the tea fragrance. The taste is soft and long-lasting. It is not only delicious, but also nourishing and replenishing." Mianmian said.
Then she turned to Yin Gu and said, "Aunt, did you bring that tea? Make one for Lord Jia later."
Yin Gu nodded helplessly.
Sima Jiang cooperated with an indulgent smile.
Drink tea and chat together.
Lord Jia thought to himself, this little girl is very beautiful and speaks well, but her knowledge is limited. This kind of tea is not something that everyone can make. It is very particular, not to mention a nanny.
But considering that the other person is pretty, he didn't object. You are pretty, you can say anything.
It's just asking an old lady to make tea, so just make it.
Aunt Yin gave a few instructions and then sat in front of the tea table.
Facing the river.
The singer playing the piano changed the song again.
The incense was rekindled.
Lord Jia was still looking for topics to chat.
Then he saw the old lady in front of him stretched out her hand, which was even prettier than a young girl. Her pair of white, slender and flexible little hands held the pot, added water, and brewed tea. Every move was full of different beauty and ritual sense.
He even forgot to speak.
Until a cup of tea was pushed in front of him.
He stupidly picked it up and took a sip.
It was neither hot nor cold, warm in the mouth, smooth in the throat, and warm in the stomach.
A sip of tea can bring you all the way here.
Lord Jia was a little confused. What kind of tea is this?
What kind of nanny is this?
Is she the etiquette nanny?
How can she look so beautiful when making tea?
He completely ignored the age of the old nanny and felt like he saw a truly peerless beauty. He
smelled the fairness cup again, and a strong fragrance came to his nose. It was completely different from the fairness cup of tea he had just brewed, which required a lot of effort to smell.
No wonder Brother Jiang just took it and smelled it casually just now. He thought Brother Jiang didn't know how to do it.
Lord Jia asked somewhat embarrassedly, "May I ask who this lady making tea is?"
Mian Mian smiled and said, "Lord Jia, didn't you just say that you like to make Kung Fu tea? My aunt's surname is Yin, and "The Origin of Kung Fu Tea" was written by my aunt. You should have read it."
"This, this, this..." Lord Jia was surprised, and then he stood up and bowed.
"I am so embarrassed."
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