Transmigrator meets Reincarnator

551-600

Chapter 551: Mutton Soup (2)

Chu Lian changed into a set of casual home wear: a cherry blossom jacket and a pleated skirt embroidered with golden flower patterns.

When Chu Lian came out of the bathroom holding her slightly damp long hair, she looked up only to see He Changdi sitting on the chaise beside the window. There was a cup of tea on the table beside him and he was holding the storybook that she usually read in his hand. His brows were furrowed slightly. It seemed like he had clearly seen something he didn’t like.

He must have heard Chu Lian’s footsteps, as he set down the storybook and lifted his piercing gaze. Beckoning her, he said in a husky voice, “Come over here.”

Chu Lian blinked once and went over without any hesitation.

He Changdi sat up and moved back into the chaise, leaving the outer part for Chu Lian to sit on. He took the towel from Chu Lian’s hand and started to gently help her dry the ends of her hair, the only portion that had gotten wet while she was bathing.

Chu Lian sat on the chaise with her legs crossed. When she glanced over the table, she noticed that there was only plain hot water inside the teacup. Curious, she asked, “Why don’t you drink sencha anymore?”

If he didn’t feel like drinking sencha, he could just drink some honey water. When did He Sanlang start drinking only plain water?

Xiyan had already served Chu Lian a cup of warm honey water in the time it took for her to speak. After gauging the moods of Third Young Master and Madam, Xiyan tactfully waved over the other two maidservants on duty and they retreated in unison.

The movement of He Changdi’s hands hadn’t stopped once during all this. When he heard her question, he looked up and met with his wife’s eyes.

“Tastes terrible. Sickening.”

Chu Lian was dumbfounded by his answer. He Sanlang was really a miser with words. If not for the fact that she had spent enough time with him to understand his personality, then she really wouldn’t have understood what he meant. 

The first half of his answer was to say that sencha tasted disgusting, while the latter half was to express that honey water was too sweet…

He Changdi had been accustomed to drinking sencha at first. After all, it was the general preference within the capital. Even the royal family drank sencha. 

It was some time after he had gotten married to Chu Lian that he had inadvertently heard the reason why she didn’t drink sencha from a maidservant. From that point onwards, He Changdi suddenly felt that the sencha that had once been palatable to him had suddenly become hard to swallow.

Perhaps this was part of the inevitable sharing of preferences between couples.

However, He Sanlang couldn’t get used to drinking the honey water that Chu Lian usually drank, either. Thus, plain water was his only remaining option...

With that reminder, Chu Lian thought back to the modern tea leaves.

Back when she had still been in the modern world, she had enjoyed traveling in her free time. The largest tea-picking plantation she had visited was Longjing Village in Hangzhou. She had even watched an old tea-making master pan-frying tea in person. Later, she had purposely researched the whole process of making Longjing tea online. Even though it had happened a long time ago, Chu Lian still remembered it very clearly.

Her eyes lit up after she realised what date it was. It was almost the end of February, so it would be the best time to pick spring tea in a little over ten days.