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"You little brat, how dare you call me old! You don't take care of yourself and still complain about what I say."
As soon as the lunch box was opened, a burst of fragrance wafted out, and Qin Mu Hui couldn't be bothered to bicker with Qi Xiaomian anymore.
"Did you get this from that small tavern of yours again?"
"What's yours and what's mine? Your Majesty, please be cautious with your words."
"Hmph, you come to the palace every day for her."
"Weren't you the one who asked Qilang to let me into the palace? Besides, the matter with the Black General is a state affair. She just happened to witness it and stood up for justice; how can it be said to be related to her?"
"I just won't let Qilang go. You would still find time to come into the palace to discuss this matter with me. Clearly, Qilang left the palace long ago, yet you only came in now. If it weren't for the fact that you're my nephew, I would have had you dragged out and given a few hits with the rod already."
Qi Xiaomian didn't discuss why he entered the palace late but first handed over the bamboo tube of tea leaves to Cai Gonggong, asking him to brew a cup for His Majesty.
"Wait a minute, I don't drink just any tea." Qin Mu Hui took the tea leaf jar, opened it, and inhaled deeply. A familiar scent made him unable to resist taking several sniffs. "Where did this tea come from?"
"Misha roasted it personally."
"That disciple of Master Wulian? No wonder it smells so familiar." Upon closer inspection, however, there were subtle differences.
Qin Mu Hui loved tea and urged Cai Gonggong to brew a cup. In those years, Master Wulian's tea was priceless; during his time, I could only get one or two jars each year. After Master passed away, I haven't tasted such good tea again.
Cai Gonggong moved quickly and skillfully; the first cup was naturally served to His Majesty, while the second was offered to Qi Xiaomian.
"Azhua, you should try some too."
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty. I'm quite tempted myself."
As soon as the tea entered his mouth, Qin Mu Hui's eyes lit up; it was indeed on par with Master Wulian's.
Qi Xiaomian remarked, "Misha told me that his skills are not as good as his master's."
Qin Mu Hui shook his head. "Each has its own characteristics. You wouldn't understand this if you're just chugging it down. What do you think, Azhua?"
"Your Majesty, I prefer this cup of tea even more."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"I tasted this cup of tea and felt like crying."
"The Zen quality is different. The reason Master Wulian's tea was so good was because of its Zen essence. Although Misha has some minor flaws in controlling the heat, perhaps due to his experiences, his tea has an endless flavor."
Qin Mu Hui couldn't help but chuckle at the childish pout on his nephew's face, finding it amusing. "You should go to Misha tomorrow and bring back a few more cans."
"Let's wait a few days. They have an extra seriously injured person to take care of, and they also need to prepare food for the Duanwu Festival. They're quite busy." He had already savored the tea, so it was time to eat.
Qin Mu Hui picked up his chopsticks, unsure of what to eat first.
"Start with the soup."
Qi Xiaomian not only served a bowl for His Majesty but also filled a bowl for Cai Gonggong.
Cai Zhuo quickly pushed it away, saying, "I can't let Yongxin Marquis serve me soup."
Qin Mu Hui handed the soup to Cai Zhuo, saying, "A Mian is not an outsider; there's no need to be so formal. I've been sitting here hungry all day, and you've been standing here hungry too. Now that I finally have a hot meal in front of me, I can't let you go hungry as well."
Just like A Mian said, we can't afford to let you starve and become muddled-headed! Old fellow, you're two years older than me; you need to take good care of your health so you can stay by my side for a long time. In this palace, the only people I can trust are you few.
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