Chapter 225

If they are replaced, even if they know that Zhou Wenjun is not well intentioned, they will deny it at most and tell each other that they have not seen anything about xiaojiaohua. But just now a few people subconsciously turned to look at Liu Zihan, he himself also showed the color of confusion, so it is clear that there is no silver here.

Gu Fenghua's statement not only conceals Liu Zihan's true identity, but also gives them the best explanation for their actions. What is a smart man? That's a smart man!

Several people thought that they were inferior to Gu Fenghua in terms of strength and barbecue skills. Now they know that when it comes to improvisation and brain, the gap between them is not so big. No wonder Gu Fenghua always thinks that their IQ is worrying.

Of course, Liu Zihan's brilliant performance also made them secretly marvel.

Gu Fenghua is nothing more. In the past, he pretended to be weak and pitiful. Even they cheated him. It's not surprising that he behaved like this. But Liu Zihan is only seven years old. It's a shame that a little fart boy has such a quick reaction and such superb acting skills.

At this moment, Lorne and Bai Pang are really worried about their IQ.

"Forget it, we're not related to that xiaojiaohua, but we think he's a little pitiful. Your sister is just careless, so don't embarrass her any more." Zhou Wenjun also said, looking at that, he seemed to believe Gu Fenghua's words.

But Gu Fenghua is not so optimistic. Although her explanation is perfect, the previous performance of luoen is too obvious, especially liuzihan himself. The confusion on his face is too strange. Even if luoen is not different, others will still find the doubt.

Next, Zhou Wenjun continued to talk all over the world, but he never mentioned the story of xiaojiaohua again. Gu Fenghua was afraid that he would make a sudden attack like before. They were all careful to deal with it. They told each other some anecdotes, but they were very happy.

Of course, the two sides of the people and horses are actually thinking of each other, the undercurrent surging under.

Zhou Wenjun is chatting with Gu Fenghua in high spirits, but the middle-aged man yawns in boredom. However, the elder brother is not happy enough to chat. He is too embarrassed to go to bed. He takes out a small pottery pot, pours water on it, and cooks it on the fire.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Wenjun frowned and asked.

"The temple is full of wind and heavy rain. I can't sleep tonight. I'll make some tea to relieve my fatigue." The man replied.

Looking at his fighting eyelids, Zhou Wenjun didn't say anything more. He turned his head and continued to chat with Gu Fenghua and others.

Not long after, the water boiled, the middle-aged man carefully took out the tea from his arms, pulled a little into the pot, and then carefully packed and put it away, from the beginning to the end, there was no waste of tea.

Bursts of refreshing fragrance of tea immediately came, as long as you take a sip, you will feel the pores of the whole body are comfortable and open.

"Zifeng cloud needle!" Gu Fenghua's heart moved.

For ordinary people, the smell of the tea may just be pleasant and special, but she knows that the tea is by no means simple.

Zifeng Yunzhen, which grows in the extreme north of Tianji continent. Ziyun peak is as high as ten thousand feet. It is covered with snow for eleven months every year, and only one month will melt. The rarity of Zifeng cloud needle can be imagined.

Since ancient times, this tea has been a tribute to the royal family of various countries, and it is extremely rare. Her grandfather cooked it when he was rewarded by his majesty, so she tasted it once or twice. Although only once or twice, the fragrance of tea is deeply imprinted in my mind, I'm afraid I can't forget it all my life.

The tea used by the middle-aged man turned out to be Zifeng cloud needle. No wonder he is so rare!

Gu Fenghua's eyes, quietly flashed a sneer.