After a pause, a genuine longing crept into the mechanical voice, and the ears even twitched forward, while the claws unconsciously made a "very big" gesture.
"I've also been to the mountaintops covered in frosting snow. The snow falls into your hand and doesn't melt. A lick of it tastes like almond milk, and even your breath smells sweet!"
The rabbit on the mountaintop was even fatter than me, with creamy white fur that left a warm feeling when touched, and even its paw pads were pink and soft.
I even secretly held one once, and it licked my paws!
As it spoke, it suddenly raised its hind paws, making a very large arc in the air with its little paws.
Its ears stood straight up, like two cotton wools covered in snow, and even the silver bells around its neck swayed with them.
"The merits accumulated from completing tasks can be exchanged for a talking parrot pen."
If you write "I want tea", it will shout at the top of its lungs to the servant, "Master wants pre-rain Longjing tea, brewed with warm water, so as not to scald the buds, and it must be brewed in a white porcelain cup from Jingdezhen!"
You can also exchange it for warm jade that you can keep warm in your arms during winter, and the jade can reflect the scenery you want to see.
Even the peach blossoms that were in full bloom in the Imperial Garden last year, the veins on their petals can be clearly seen!
Most importantly, it can be exchanged for an endless supply of pre-Qingming Longjing tea!
The tea caddy is made of mutton fat jade, with a cloud pattern engraved on the lid and a thin silver rim around the mouth. No matter how much tea is poured out, there is always half a caddy of fresh tea with dew left at the bottom.
The soup was a beautiful emerald green, and its aroma was so enticing it could circle the house three times over; even the sparrows outside the window wanted to fly in and take a bite!
When it mentioned "pre-rain Longjing tea," its mechanical voice rose up, and its claws unconsciously patted the blue-and-white porcelain tea canister next to me, making a tinkling sound.
Even its round body swayed, and the tips of its claws brushed against a gilded lotus on the tea canister, clearly indicating that it had brought out all its hidden "bait".
He even let slip the detail that he had secretly spent half the night staring at the tea canister on his desk.
As I watched it strain to open its eyes wide, its ears practically begging for my agreement, I almost couldn't hold back the smile in my eyes.
He could only suppress his smile by lowering his eyes.
She picked up the crumpled osmanthus petal with her fingertips, gently stroking the texture of the petals with her fingertips, even softening her breathing, pretending to be stunned by this strange news.
I forgot to turn the lid of the teacup, leaving it resting on the rim. With each breath I took, it swayed and made a soft "tap-tap" sound, mixed with the crisp ringing of silver bells, like a little tune.
But inwardly, he was already overjoyed: This little guy, still using the same old tricks, trying to get people to do things by piling up "benefits" like a plate of candied fruit on a table.
Cherries, kumquats, and jujubes were laid out in abundance, with even the most prized candied Buddha's hand fruit placed at the very front, as if afraid it wouldn't be able to attract customers.
Just now, when it mentioned the "jade teapot with silver trim", its tail tip swayed so fast that it even slapped the teapot with its paw.
The silvery sound of the tea bells almost startled the sparrows pecking at the osmanthus blossoms outside the window. I don't know if they were genuinely thinking of me, or if they had simply grown accustomed to drinking this tea with me over the years.
I had already secretly engraved the image of the "jade tea canister" in my mind, and I had also secretly developed a craving for its fresh and delicious taste.
Just as I was thinking, it suddenly stopped talking, its round eyes widened sharply, like two black glass beads soaked in water, and it quickly covered its mouth with its paws.
Oh, perhaps it suddenly dawned on him, and he mentioned the detail of "the tea canister with silver trim," which could only be seen by secretly peeking over the edge of the table and getting extremely close.
Its ears drooped instantly, even the bristly hair at the tips of its ears wilted, and the tip of its tail stopped wagging.
Only the silver bell around its neck still trembled gently, as if trying to smooth things over for it, or secretly laughing at its clumsy tongue.
But after a short while, it started rambling on again, saying that countless mission takers in the system bureau were traversing the myriad worlds by stepping on tiny fragments of light.
Fragments of different worlds can be glimpsed in the light and shadow that flickers from the cuffs.
Sometimes it's a silver crow perched on the snow-covered palace wall, its wings rustling as they sweep across the snow, its claws hooking a half-fallen plum petal.
The shaken snowflakes clung to the crow's feathers, scattering like shattered diamonds in the candlelight on the desk.
Sometimes, a starry river filled with paper lanterns flows beneath your feet, and in the lantern light, you can see people from other worlds laughing, with children chasing each other with candied hawthorns in hand, sugar frosting sticking to their cheeks.
The woman leaned against the bamboo curtain, peeling lotus seeds, her fingertips carrying the fragrance of lotus.
Even the laughter was enveloped in the warm fragrance of lamp oil, and when it reached the tip of the nose, it carried a hint of honey sweetness, like having a mouthful of soft candy.
They say that completing the task will reward you with a spiritual spring for body tempering, a treasure book for imprinting your sea of consciousness, and if you're lucky, you can even exchange it for spiritual herbs and plants. Even chewing on bamboo leaves that refresh your mind will taste sweet with morning dew.
As you swallow, a cool sensation slides from the tip of your tongue to your heart, and even a burp feels refreshingly cool, like a mountain stream.
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