The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Chapter 188 Whose Bad Peach Blossom Romance

She absolutely could not let anyone disrupt her plans.

So Jiang Nanshu’s expression turned cold, "Out! We don’t need a tea master here."

Yan Yidan’s smile remained unchanged.

"Too much crispy meat can make one feel greasy. The Longjing tea I’ve brewed can cut through the grease. Longjing’s tea soup is clear, fragrantly aromatic, mellow in taste, and invigorating to the spirit. My sole duty as a tea master is to let esteemed guests taste the well-brewed tea. If a guest rejects me, I will lose this job." Yan Yidan’s tea-colored pupils held a trace of loss.

Jiang Nanshu had never really had a proper tea drinking experience.

[Is it that good? Then I must try it!]

She smacked her lips, not really because she was greedy, but she didn’t want to see her lose the job.

Thus, she lifted her chin in a granting manner, "Then you sit to one side, don’t get close to my fiancé!"

Yan Yidan composedly sat next to Jiang Nanshu, "Okay."

Lu Qingyan, "..."

Can’t she firmly send the person away?

Yan Yidan kept her eyes on her nose, her nose on her heart, her gaze on the tea set, moving like flowing clouds and water. Seeing Jiang Nanshu’s curious look, she explained softly, "The most important thing about brewing tea is the tea soup. The color of the tea soup is one of the important criteria for evaluating it."

She placed the ingredients on the tea tray one by one into the tea vessel, adjusted the heat, and quietly waited for the tea to boil.

During this interval, Yan Yidan began to make small talk, "Miss Jiang, I have an immodest request."

Jiang Nanshu’s gaze fixed on the teapot, vaguely replying, "Hmm, go ahead."

"I have been entrusted to ask, could you let me have your fiancé?"

"Hmm, okay." Jiang Nanshu agreed before she reacted, her eyes widening, "What?! You really did come to snatch him from me, you, you..."

Yan Yidan was still unhurried in temperament, "No rush, take your time to say it."

Jiang Nanshu, "..."

There she was dancing in front of her, and yet she still gently told her to take her time!

Jiang Nanshu looked at Lu Qingyan with difficulty.

[Ah, should I just bear with it? Let me try this cup of tea first and see what it’s like.]

Then, puffing up angrily, "I tell you, don’t even think about it! The tea had better be ready immediately after boiling, then leave."

"Okay, good." Still unhurried, showing no signs of annoyance.

Jiang Nanshu felt like punching into cotton, somewhat deflated.

[Truly troublesome indeed, no wonder Su Ran lost to her. If it weren’t for that international tycoon coming back to help Su Ran, Yan Yidan would have already brought her down a peg.]

The atmosphere quieted down.

Yang Jiashu felt his worldview being assaulted again.

Why does every woman appear to revolve around Lu Qingyan? Are there no more men in the world?

Is he not suitable?

He felt like he was just a passerby, having had no girls chat him up his entire life, with all the attention going to Lu Qingyan. It was depressing him.

He is a rich second-generation too!

Exquisite dishes arrived one after another.

Yang Jiashu turned his sadness into hunger, deciding to eat more!

Yan Yidan’s gaze swept over the dozen or so dishes and after a moment of contemplation, said, "Later on I’ll brew some apple and hawthorn water for you. It helps with digestion."

Jiang Nanshu felt a sting in her heart.

Is this what it’s like to be the male lead?

Such good treatment. Girls constantly flinging themselves at him, pulling out all the stops to please him.

"When will your blasted tea be ready?"

Yan Yidan glanced sideways, seeing Jiang Nanshu up close looking even more delicate, her beauty in anger pityingly captivating.

Her amber eyes deepened a bit, raising a hint of a smile, "It’s almost ready."

She poured the tea into a small white porcelain bowl, gently rotating the bowl and swirling the tea inside, "There’s a process called ’turning the bowl to shake the fragrance’ before tasting the tea. The poem says, ’The stewed pistil takes on a yellow hue; the bowl turns like waltzing dust flowers.’ Each person shakes out a different tea flower, and there are slight differences in taste. Please give it a try."

The first bowl shaken was placed in front of Jiang Nanshu.