Before coming to Jianye, Luo Lingyu went to a teacher to learn how to make tea. Her technique was so skillful and elegant that most people would be impressed by her.

Zhiyue curled her lips. She didn't like this cousin who always had a lot of things to do. When sister Jinyue asked the cousin to come in, she even said a few words to Jinyue. But her husband came back, and Zhiyue didn't dare to quarrel with others when Lu Sanlang was around. The cousin wanted to make tea, so Zhiyue let go, and there was still a sense of satisfaction in her heart - do you know our Sanlang's taste? Our Sanlang has always been picky about fine clothes and food. If you make any mistakes, our Sanlang will be unhappy.

Ozuki waited and watched with a sense of saccharine happiness, not wanting to wait until Roku Saburo came out of the inner room in his old homely clothes. He glanced at the maids who were sweeping the house with feather dusters and said calmly, "All of you, go away."

Zhiyue was reluctant to be glanced at by Jinyue, and followed the maids out. In the room, only the sound of boiling tea could be heard. Through the bamboo curtain, Zhiyue turned back unwillingly and saw the water smoke lingering between the girl's eyebrows. The white smoke was sparse, and her stunning beauty faded a little. The girl had red lips and fair skin, and she looked up at Lu Sanlang tenderly, how beautiful she was.

Then I saw the half-smile in Lu Sanlang's peach blossom eyes.

Zhiyue was startled and suddenly felt lost.

In the dormitory, the maids left, and Luo Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief. If Lu Yun wanted to scold her in front of the maids, where would her face be; if he only scolded her when no one was around, Luo Lingyu was thick-skinned and felt that she could hold it. She made tea absentmindedly, and occasionally glanced at Lu Yun who was sitting on the couch and reading a book. He still ignored her with a blank face... I guess he was still angry.

Luo Lingyu wondered what Lu Yun liked about her.

It seemed that he didn't like the way she acted in front of outsiders... He probably sneered in his heart when others saw how beautiful and kind she was. Since she was asking for help, she naturally had to act in a way that the other person liked her... After thinking for a long time, Luo Lingyu gritted her teeth and said: Maybe Lu Sanlang would be most accepting when she was not hypocritical... She might be more sincere in front of him, and he wouldn't be so bothered by her...

Lu Yun suddenly shouted: "The water is boiling!"

Luo Lingyu was startled by his sudden words, her hands trembled, and she instinctively pulled back her hands. It was this pull back that prevented the water from the small pot from touching her fingers, and she was able to escape safely. A small movement could reveal her true character... Luo Lingyu quietly looked at Lu Yun, and Lu Yun leaned back, breathed a sigh of relief, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her was even darker and more indescribable.

Luo Lingyu covered her hands in fear: "...You were reading a book, how did you know the water was boiling?"

Lu Yun glanced at her and said, "I was afraid that you would take revenge on me, so I burned down my house."

Luo Lingyu: "I'm not that bad!"

Lu Yun suddenly laughed and threw down the book in his hand: "How would I know whether you are a bad person or not?"

The flirting went on as usual, and Luo Lingyu blushed. She concealed her panic and tried to move the teapot away from the fire as steadily as possible. At this moment, she didn't care about the beautiful techniques taught by the teacher, as long as she brought the tea to Lu Yun safely. She handed the tea over and sat down opposite Lu Sanlang with lingering fear. Lu Sanlang picked up the tea, took a sip, and his brows relaxed slightly. Luo Lingyu's skills have always been much better than her style of doing things. She never slacked off in terms of skills...

Whether it is cooking, poetry, dance, music... or now making tea.

Lu Yun was a little distracted, and slowly thought about how happy the husband would be if she got married to have such a virtuous wife. Regardless of whether she was sincere or not, she would at least make her husband feel like spring breeze and make him feel comfortable when he returned home... With the means of his cousin, it should be easy to win the heart of a man. How lucky Qi Sanlang would be to want her as a concubine... Qi Sanlang couldn't tell whether Luo Lingyu was sincere or not.

He suddenly felt troubled.

Luo Lingyu sat upright, looking at Lu Sanlang who was drinking tea with clear eyes. She didn't understand why he was so warm at first, but his expression became colder as he drank more. She was worried that maybe she didn't make the tea well, and she couldn't wait any longer... Luo Lingyu leaned forward and said, "Brother Xuechen, I am a woman who hates poverty and loves wealth..."

"Puff!" Lu Saburo was sipping his tea. When he heard the girl's particularly sincere words, he spat out a mouthful of tea and was stung so hard that he couldn't stop coughing.

Lu Sanlang was extremely ferocious. After the tea was sprayed out, the yellow-brown liquid was stained on his hands, sleeves, and even his robe, flowing slowly. He coughed violently, his jade-like face flushed red, and his shoulders trembled as he covered his face with his sleeves. With a bang, the teacup in his hand also flew away, splashing onto the carpet on the ground, and the tea and tea leaves were all over the floor.

Luo Lingyu was dumbfounded: "..."

Is it necessary for him to do that?

Is it such an accident?

Luo Lingyu rushed over to help him up, and saw him coughing and laughing, with a tearful look in his affectionate eyes, shining like falling stars. Lu Sanlang had never seen a woman who said she "hated the poor and loved the rich", and he was extremely surprised. He turned his head to look at Luo Lingyu, who was blushing and patting him on the back very unhappily.

Lu Yun suppressed a laugh: "Excuse me... This is the first time I've seen someone speak so honestly about themselves..."

Luo Lingyu was annoyed: "Didn't you ask me to show my true self? Why are you smiling like this?"

"Cousin is wrong," Lu Yun seemed to be in a very good mood, looking up at her with a tender look in his eyes, which made Luo Lingyu, who was next to him, feel a little uncomfortable. He shook her hand through his sleeve, "Sister, continue, cousin must not be smiling anymore."

Luo Lingyu glared at him, then looked down at his smiling face. Her heart was beating fast, and she couldn't help but smile along with him.

The cold atmosphere in the house was eased by the two people standing and sitting, looking at each other and smiling. It was raining outside the house, and the maids were rolling up the curtains. Jinyue and other girls turned around inadvertently and saw the two people in the house, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. When they smiled at each other, there was some affection between them. Jinyue was shocked: her husband was nineteen years old... and he had never teased a girl like this.

In the room, Luo Lingyu sat back down and continued to analyze herself with Lu Yun: "...So, Brother Xuechen, I won't tell you anything else. No matter how nicely I say it, you won't believe it in your heart. Hey, you have already determined that I am a bad woman..." After being teased by Lu Yun, Luo Lingyu coughed and quickly retracted the melancholy and sad expression on her face, "Anyway, if you are willing to help me change the score, just tell me the conditions directly."