"Sister Mo Chou, during the time we came to Kyoto, we often came to bother me. I really feel sorry for it. I specially made a cheongsam for you by offering a flower to present the Buddha."

In the lobby of the Longteng Club, Yang Xiajiao politely handed a big box to Mo Chou.

Mo Chou opened the box in public and took out a light blue cheongsam.

The cheongsam is exquisite in materials, embroidered with elegant peony flowers, which gives people a fresh and refined feeling but also a fall of the day.

Mo Chou took a cheongsam and measured it against him, and said with a smile: "Little sister Yang, you are interested. By the way, how do you know my body shape?"

"Mo Chou, Miss Yang found me a few days ago and asked me about your height, body shape and preferences, in order to make this cheongsam."

Huo Yingxiong, who came first, acted as a narrator and explained the reason to Sister Mo Chou.

After the crowd met for the first time, Yang Xiajiao found Huo Yingxiong and asked him for two things.

First, let Huo Yingxiong introduce a well-known tailor in Kyoto, and second, ask about Mo Chou's figure and preferences.

"Little Sister Yang, you are really a caring person. Xiao Qi can have a girlfriend like you, it is simply a blessing to cultivate in the last life."

Mo Chou called the waiter to take away the cheongsam and the box, holding Yang Xiajiao's little hand, and leading everyone to the box.

At the same time, the uninvited Su Ziwei followed everyone behind, winking at Qi Ming frequently.

Su Ziwei felt very unhappy after hearing Mo Chou's words just now.

What does it mean that Yang Xiajiao likes Qi Ming? Is it the blessing that Qi Ming has cultivated in his previous life?

Is he so inferior to Yang Xiajiao?

Su Ziwei knew that Mo Chou had deliberately said this in front of her.

Yesterday, Mo Chou didn't see the ambiguous behavior between the two. With this woman's cleverness, would he not be able to guess their relationship?

In the box, several people were seated.

Mo Chou walked to the door and motioned to the waiter to bring the prepared tea.

After a while, everyone had a cup of steaming fragrant tea in their hands.

Mo Chou smiled slightly and said: "This is the tea I brought from my hometown. Although it is not a famous product, it has a special flavor in your mouth. Please taste it. If it feels good, I will give you some later."

"I'll try it first.

Qi Ming gently blew the heat above and took a sip of tea.

At the entrance of tea, Qi Ming suddenly felt the aroma overflowing.

Qi Ming put down the tea cup and said with a thumbs up: "Sister Mo Chou, this tea is so delicious. Not only does it have an elegant fragrance and enters the abdomen, but it also gives people a relaxed and happy feeling, as if it can dissolve it. Physical fatigue."

Huo Yingxiong and Yang Xiajiao drank one after another, giving birth to the same thoughts as Qi Ming.

The two were born in a wealthy family, and they have drunk no less than dozens of famous teas, but none of them has this effect.

Even those expensive Longjing, Tieguanyin, Dahongpao, compared with the tea in the cup, are inferior.

How did they know that Mo Chou said that tea was just ordinary tea, but he was deliberately humble.

This is not an ordinary tea, but a medicated tea specially taken by warriors.

This tea is grafted with medicinal materials, grows on a tree, and bears once a year.

Taking a few cups a day can help the practice.

If it weren't for Qi Ming, Mo Chou wouldn't take out the tea for everyone to drink.

Qi Ming meditated for a while, and quickly understood that tea in a cup is not easy, and smiled: "It is an eye-opener for me to drink such good tea today. Sister Mo Chou, I must have gained a lot when I went back to my hometown last time?"

"Exactly."

Hearing Qi Ming's words with puns, Mo Chou responded calmly.

The conversation between the two did not arouse the suspicion of others.

Immediately afterwards, the waiter brought the prepared Cai Yao to the table.

While introducing the dishes, Mo Chou added dishes for Yang Xiajiao and Qi Ming beside him.

Huo Yingxiong pretended to be jealous and said: "I came to Longteng Club. It has been seven or eight years. You have only served me noodles a few times and received a few guests with me, but you have never served me any dishes."

"Brother Huo, you are someone who has a wife. If I pick food for you, I'm afraid it will be heard by your wife. You have to kneel on the washboard when you go home."

"Hehehe..."

Hero Huo rarely showed embarrassed expressions.

In the eyes of others, there is an ambiguity between him and Mo Chou, but both parties understand in their hearts that they are just confidants.

Even if the behavior is somewhat intimate, there is absolutely no undisturbed love between men and women.

Su Ziwei felt a little incompatible with this place, drinking tea without saying a word, and the chopsticks next to her did not move.

Originally, there was no her for today's banquet, so Su Ziwei asked Qi Ming to bring herself over, probably upsetting Moshou.

So Mo Chou deliberately ignored himself.

After all, Mo Chou hadn't said a word to her since entering the door.

Qi Ming felt that the atmosphere on the court was a little embarrassing, and deliberately chatted with Su Ziwei to ease the embarrassment.

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