Chapter 147: Clear Window, Fine Milk Play, Tea Sharing

"Great, Miss Ye Lan is very particular."

Chen Tianfeng glanced at the fine green tea powder at the bottom of the bowl, and bowed his hands, admiring her very much.

"Wrong."

"Hmm?"

"I am Kafka now, not Ye Lan."

Ye Lan shook her head gently, and after seeing Chen Tianfeng's slightly surprised expression, her smile became even more intense, and her lips curled slightly: "Why, is there anything else that is not the same?"

"...Not really, it is already very similar."

Chen Tianfeng grinned and bowed his hands again: "Miss Kafka is particular."

"Brother Chen, you are too kind."

Ye Lan smiled softly, obviously enjoying it very much.

Not long after, the spring water had boiled three times.

Ye Lan picked up the kettle, first added some water to the bottom of the bowl, mixed the green and fine tea powder into a paste, and then poured water from a high place to make it float on the mountain spring.

The rich tea fragrance burst out suddenly, overflowing the cabin.

Chen Tianfeng sniffed it and felt that it was fragrant and pleasant, worthy of the tea leaves from Ningguang. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Ye Lan lowering her head slightly and painting on the tea seriously, so he couldn't help holding his breath and couldn't bear to disturb her.

The sunlight passed through the window and fell on Ye Lan's delicate profile. Her drooping purple hair and eyes that had turned purple in some unknown way all showed a clear and transparent feeling, as if in a dream.

The short paper was slanted and she was writing casually, and the clear window was fine and she was playing with tea.

This poem suddenly popped up in Chen Tianfeng's mind, and then he moved his eyes away with great perseverance, just staring at the tea bowl and watching the painting.

The painting in the tea bowl gradually took shape, and a bunch of orchids jumped on it, with simple lines and very vivid.

"Okay, please use it."

Ye Lan sat up and gently pushed the tea bowl towards Chen Tianfeng.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Kafka."

Chen Tianfeng picked up the tea bowl, first carefully observed it, smelled the fragrance of tea, and didn't want to destroy the orchid picture on the tea soup, but also wanted to taste the taste of this tea soup.

It was a pity that he didn't have a camera, and he didn't know if Ye Lan was willing to take a photo. Otherwise, he would have to freeze this tea and the person who made it in time.

He looked up at Ye Lan, then lowered his eyes, no longer hesitated, and took a sip.

The tea was indeed pleasant, refreshing and sweet. There was also a hint of bitterness, but it was not abrupt, but it was like a finishing touch, making the taste of this tea even better.

"How is it?"

Ye Lan's eyes were full of smiles.

"Very good, so good that I can't think of how to describe it."

Chen Tianfeng took another sip, his tone sincere and emotional: "This is the best tea I have ever tasted. Compared with it, those I have tasted before can no longer be called tea."

Especially Mr. Zhongli's incredibly bitter "tea", which is simply two extremes from the tea in front of him.

Chen Tianfeng sighed, recalling the tea he drank in Zhongli Courtyard. Suddenly, a bitter taste appeared on his tongue. He quickly took another sip to suppress the bitterness.

"That's good. It seems that my tea ceremony is not rusty yet."

Ye Lan was very satisfied with Chen Tianfeng's praise. He changed the pot of water and put it on the small stove. He said casually: "Brother Chen watched it carefully before. I wonder how much you learned?"

"I don't know either. Maybe 70% or 80%, maybe not even 10%." Chen Tianfeng shook his head and said: "There is a big difference between seeing with your eyes and remembering with your brain and operating it yourself."

Understanding and memorizing does not mean that you can reproduce it. The gap between them is sometimes ridiculously large, comparable to the difference between heaven and earth.

"Would you like to try it?"

Ye Lan raised her chin and pushed the complicated tea set towards Chen Tianfeng: "There is still some time, I can teach you."

...

Wangshu Inn,

The young immortal stood on a high place and looked down at the road near the inn. There was a caravan there, dusty and exhausted, and it looked like they were leaving Mondstadt and planning to go to Liyue Port.

Xiao's eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the caravan, and then retracted his gaze.

Chen Tianfeng was not in this caravan.

So he should still be in Mondstadt, or just set off?

Xiao thought about it and wanted to watch the Shimen area, but the number of monsters in Dihuazhou has fluctuated recently. If he left his post without permission, there might be trouble.

Although the emperor said that Chen Tianfeng was most likely to go to Liyue Port via the Wangshu Inn, he asked him to pay attention and report back if he saw Chen Tianfeng entering Liyue. It didn't matter if he didn't see him.

But he always wanted to do better.

Xiao pursed his lips and decided to speed up the monster clearing task and squeeze out time to at least go to the stone gate to take a look.

He closed his eyes lightly, turned into a ball of green wind mixed with black air, and disappeared.

After the vice president of the Bran Chamber of Commerce settled the goods and mules and horses, he walked straight to the front desk of the inn with the token in his pocket, intending to pass the message to Liyue Port through the inn channel.

…

"Roar..."

The King of Qiuqiu Leidou let out a last weak roar, and his sturdy body fell to the ground, splashing a large amount of smoke and dust.

Chen Tianfeng put away the long sword and looked at Ye Lan: "Is this the last one?"

"Yes, the last one."

Ye Lan nodded slightly, and then looked at the long sword on Chen Tianfeng's waist, with doubts in his eyes: "Brother Chen's sword seems to be in a wrong state?"

If I am not mistaken, the color of the blade is slightly dull, and there is a trend of changing from black to grayish white, and there are small cracks on it, as if it will break at any time.

"The power I control is too corrosive. The fact that this knife can last this long is beyond my expectation."

Chen Tianfeng drew out his long sword with a clang, brushed his fingers over the blade, felt it carefully, and smiled: "Fortunately, it can at least last another month or two. When it is really about to break, I will put it away as a souvenir."

This sword is not as good as his arm armor in terms of material or quality, and its tolerance to the breath of death is not high. And he likes to add a layer of flames on the sword when fighting, which can effectively cause a lot of damage to the enemy. But at the same time, the blade will also be eroded by the flames. Although he tries to control it, he can only slow down rather than avoid erosion.

"Can't the swords produced by Black Rock Factory withstand Brother Chen's power?" Ye Lan frowned slightly, and then said: "When I return to Liyue Port, I will find a good sword for Brother Chen-a real good sword."

Although the one Chen Tianfeng is using now is not bad, it is a mass-produced model of Black Rock Factory after all. Compared with the legendary swords that famous masters have devoted their efforts to, several years or even more than ten years to build, it is far inferior.

"That's great, thank you Miss Kafka."

Chen Tianfeng smiled, sheathed his sword, and walked towards the long-awaited ship with Ye Lan, but he didn't care too much.

A precious sword is hard to find, and a precious sword that can withstand the pollution of death is even more rare. Ye Lan probably can't find a long sword of the same level as the arm armor. But even if the level is not up to standard, it is also Ye Lan's intention. At most, after receiving the new sword, she will only do it for viewing and maintenance, and not use it in actual combat.