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Chapter 311 - 311 311 Thick Perfunctoriness
Chapter 311 - 311 311 Thick Perfunctoriness
?Chapter 311: Chapter 311 Thick Perfunctoriness Chapter 311: Chapter 311 Thick Perfunctoriness “Mm!” Li Xingwan answered emphatically. “Satisfied! Especially delicious!”
Tea master: “I am also satisfied.”
“Hahaha! The tea master is really modest.”
“NPCs: Look at us.”
“Tea master: I should be grateful that I get to drink at all.”
Turning around, she walked towards Chu Youxuan. Chu Youxuan immediately handed over the tea she had prepared to the tea master.
This caused Wu Shixun next to her to frown. He had noticed that ever since joining this program, he and Wu Kangkang were always put last by her, to the point that they were barely even visible.
He sometimes wondered if she had pretended before, or if she had actually never noticed them at all before.
The tea master had barely taken a sip when she couldn’t wait to ask, “Tea master, how is it? Did I do a good job with the tea?”
What she wanted to know was if it was better than Li Xingwan’s.
But that was obviously impossible.
It was many times inferior to the tea he had just drunk, not even on the same level.
But it was still passable.
“It’s alright.”
Upon hearing this “alright”, Chu Youxuan’s face fell! She knew she should have let Li Xingwan make it!
Now she was being outperformed by Fu Chengzhou.
“Then, tea master, try mine!” Wu Zichun hurriedly handed her prepared tea to the tea master as well.
The tea master took a sip. “Are you sure, this you’ve made is tea!”
“Hahaha!” Everyone in the live broadcast laughed out loud.
“Definitely, what you’ve made is tea, not something else.”
“Our Little Songstress is too funny.”
“Wu Xiaotian: I thank you!”
Wu Zichun didn’t manage to say anything for quite some time. “Being certain that what I’ve made is tea… that’s good enough.”
“Hahaha!” The laughter in the live broadcast grew even louder. Luo Jinxun also consoled her in passing, telling her that what she had made was indeed tea, and it wasn’t bad to drink.
“Luo, the champion, is just like Mr. Fu.”
“Right, he’s never said otherwise.”
“One must dote on his own wife.”
Next up was Celia’s turn. “Tea master, please drink,” she said in her not-so-fluent Chinese.
The tea master finally felt respected as he took the tea Celia had prepared and tasted it.
“Hmm… this is good! This is good!” he praised repeatedly, “This must be the result of a lot of private practice.”
Chu Youxuan: “!!”
She had also practiced many times!
But what was different from Celia was that every time Celia made tea for the old master, Chen Ming, it was imbued with dedication and emotion.
Chu Youxuan was different. Every time she made tea for Wu Shixun, she did so with a thick layer of perfunctory attitude.
Yet she managed to act as if it was genuine.
That was where the difference lay between the two.
“So, our little friends, would you like to have a try as well?” Before officially announcing who had won the round, the tea master turned to the four children.
“We would! We’re willing!”
The four little ones were also very interested and immediately voiced their enthusiasm.
“Great, then let’s give it a try and see who’s better. Then we’ll add your scores as well, how does that sound?”
“Good.”
As soon as she heard the children would also compete, Chu Youxuan became anxious. Wu Kangkang was a spoiled rich kid; not only had he never made tea, but he probably hadn’t even touched it before. He would definitely lower her score later.
“Tea master…”
“Youxuan,” Wu Shixun’s voice sounded. It seemed he had noticed something, and his face darkened a bit.
Chu Youxuan had to quickly change her tone. “What I mean is, the kids are still young, and I’m worried they might burn themselves, which wouldn’t be good.”