Rescue the hero who was imprisoned by the cannon fodder sister

Chapter 142 Hot Hands

After the waiter served the dishes, Zhou Niantang was not hungry at first, but the aroma of the food aroused her appetite.

So he didn't hesitate, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

The dishes were all light in flavor and Zhou Niantang wasn’t hungry anyway, so he took two or three bites of each dish before putting down his chopsticks.

Looking at the person opposite her eating again, that word was still in her mind.

Delicious food.

Although at noon she told her roommates that there are plenty of handsome men in the world.

But so far, none of the men she has seen is better looking than the male protagonist Pei Shi.

But she didn't dare to look at it for too long. After putting down her chopsticks, she began to look down at her mobile phone.

Several people in the dormitory woke up from a nap and found that she was missing, so they were @ing her in the group chat.

She just said that she had something to do and had to go out for a while. Her other plans remained unchanged and she would still go back to the dormitory tonight.

Zhao Youran was saying that the club she had previously joined was having a social event tonight and asked her if she wanted to go.

Jiang Mi and Qin Si both said they would go. Zhou Niantang thought about it and decided that since they were going to play together for a day, she wouldn't want to spoil their fun, so she agreed.

She was chatting animatedly on her cell phone.

Pei Shi on the other side had also put down his chopsticks. From his angle, he could see Zhou Niantang lowering her head slightly. Even though the angle was not very good, he could still see the corners of her mouth curved up.

She must be in a good mood.

But it has nothing to do with me. Maybe if I hadn't forced her to come here, she would be in a better mood.

Sure enough, after a while, when Zhou Niantang put down his phone and looked up at him, the smile on his lips had disappeared, replaced by a serious and polite expression as if he was attending a dinner party.

Zhou Niantang saw him put down his chopsticks and asked him, "Have you finished eating? If you have, leave quickly."

It's already past four o'clock, and it will be nearly five o'clock when we get back to school. Zhao Youran said that the social gathering starts at six o'clock, and she will go to meet up with them.

"I want some more tea."

Zhou Niantang: ...You are the one who is troublesome!

There was a tablet on the dining table that had just been left by the waiter. Pei Shi took it and tapped it twice. Soon a waiter brought a complete set of Gongfu tea sets.

She thought that what he meant by drinking tea was simply asking someone to bring a pot of brewed tea, but she didn't expect it to be such a big deal.

Zhou Niantang watched him slowly start making tea, and clenched her fists under the table. She felt that her fists had never been so hard.

Is this person trying to find fault on purpose but can't find any, so he wants to waste her time?

It was also very pleasing to the eye to watch his slender fingers, with distinct joints, holding the teacup, heating the cup, pouring water, and finally pouring the tea into the cup.

But it seemed so incongruous that there were only two of them at the scene!

It wasn't the time when he was forced to do so in City S, nor was it the time when he was accidentally locked up by Xiaoqi at the housewarming party and had to be alone.

Rather, it was a period of solitude that someone had deliberately sought. If Pei Shi had not locked the car door at that time, the two of them would be in the same state as before and there would not have been such an intersection.

It's over. She felt that Pei Shi must be seriously ill.

She even began to wonder if he already knew about Yun Zhi and Luo Ze's affair and that she was involved.

After all, Luo Ze said on the spot that night that without Zhou Niantang, there would be no chance for him and Yun Zhi to be together...

So he was thinking about how to take revenge on himself?

Perhaps because she was not hiding her resentment at all, when Pei Shi placed the eight-tenths full teacup in front of her, she said, "Drink it with confidence, it's not poisonous."

Zhou Niantang: ...

Although I said some things openly last time, is it necessary to be so blunt?

She picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea had a soft aroma and was mellow on the palate. When it entered her throat, it had a slight honey aroma. She was a little amazed.

Zhou Tonglin loves drinking tea, and her favorite is Phoenix Dancong. She has all kinds of fragrances at home, and she has tasted quite a few of them.

But today's cup had a special aroma, and she couldn't tell what it was.

Even after finishing a glass, I still couldn't understand what it meant.

But Pei Shi quickly refilled her cup.

Even in the middle of winter, even though the heating in the box was turned on high, the teacup was not very hot. Holding it carefully in his hand, Zhou Niantang still felt quite comfortable.

After finishing another cup, Zhou Niantang wanted to ask him when he was leaving. If he didn't leave yet, she would go back by herself.

It was already beyond her expectations that she would come along for dinner.

They drank tea together calmly. Although they seemed calm on the surface, neither of them knew what the other was thinking.

In short, just like the previous times we interacted, it was all very unreasonable behavior.

Before she could speak first, Pei Shi noticed that she was restless, so he took the initiative to talk to her about the tea.

"This is an old Song Dynasty fir tree on the top of Phoenix Mountain. There is only one tea tree, and the annual production of tea is less than five kilograms. Among these five kilograms, after three rounds of manual selection, the final fine product is only seven or eight ounces..."

Pei Shi just saw that she liked this tea, so he found a topic to talk to her about.

But in Zhou Niantang's ears, it became that such a rare tea, as the daughter of the Zhou family, one of the top wealthy families in City A, she had never tasted it.

But Pei Shi could easily drink whenever he wanted.

Although Pei Shi still sat upright at this time, no matter what movements he made, he looked upright and handsome.

Zhou Niantang felt that he was showing off. She always felt that he would say in the next second: So you think I can't beat you?

but.

Perhaps because she didn't say anything, he said a few more words and then stopped.

In the box, apart from the sound of him making tea, the other sounds were the charcoal made from olive pits burning in a small red clay stove and occasionally exploding.

Zhou Niantang was always trying to guess his intentions and did not mention going back for a while.

The result was that by the time we really had to leave, it was already past five o'clock.

Before leaving, the waiter came in with a black square jar in his hand.

"Mr. Pei, this is the red bud you entrusted our boss to store."

"Thank you."

Zhou Niantang watched him take the square jar from the waiter, then turned around and handed it to her, "Here."

She took it in a daze, thinking that this man treated her as his assistant and asked her to help him get things.

She pouted her lips for a few seconds in dissatisfaction. She had already waited so long for him to drink tea, and now she still had to do hard labor.

Although this jar is not heavy at all, on the contrary it is very light, and it is estimated to contain only half a pound of tea.

The two of them walked to the gate, and before he got into the car, Zhou Niantang handed the can back to him, "Put it away yourself."

Pei Shi paused, then turned around to look at her, and then a clear voice rang out, "For you."

Zhou Niantang's heart skipped a beat. This was actually for her?

It was such a rare tea that he said he would give it to her.

As the little daughter of the Zhou family, those who have business dealings with the Zhou family are generous in giving her expensive gifts during festivals.

But never before has this thing felt so hot as it does now.