Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

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Although it was a tiring journey all the way.

But it did not affect Master Sima's demeanor at all.

afternoon.

Cruise ship.

Boating on the lake.

The winter wind is a bit cold.

But it was warm on the boat.

Jiangzhou is wealthy and relies on a large river.

It is different from the slightly turbulent river like Jingjiang River.

The river in Jiangzhou is so vast that ancient people who have never seen the sea would think that it is probably the sea.

Master Jia was impressed by Jiang Sima's demeanor as soon as they met.

We were politely received at the post station, an inn specially designed to entertain passing officials.

After settling in, we immediately made an appointment for afternoon tea.

Mr. Jia is a typical son of an aristocratic family. He has a small official position, a low salary, a very powerful family, knows how to eat and play, and has average ability to do things, so he has been in the reception position.

It's quite appropriate anyway.

Of course, the official is not high, but his grade is actually not low either.

Only in relative terms.

With the blessing of the family, the weakest is only five or six grades.

Ordinary people don't know how to select officials or upgrade. There is already a familiar path in the big family. All you have to do is follow the steps and everything is taken care of.

The Jia family is also an established aristocracy.

Jason didn't have much ability, he barely passed the exam and became an official, but he liked the literati the most, making friends with famous people.

Jiangzhou happens to be a place full of celebrities.

If someone is relatively politically acumen, he probably won't contact Jiang Sima as soon as he arrives, but will wait until the situation becomes clearer.

But Mr. Jia happens to be missing this part.

Just seeing Jiang Sima, he was astonished.

At this moment on the cruise ship, Mr. Jia looked like a peacock with its tail spread out, and his face was smeared with makeup.

Mianmian was wearing the robe of a rich man, sitting next to his father just like his father's servant.

Looking at the uncle opposite him, he actually has foundation on his face?

However, because the foundation was not done properly, the pores were a bit thick, and they looked white from a distance. Up close, they did have a bit of trypophobia. Every large pore was blocked by white powder, but because when people are excited, they will produce oil, so There will be humidity at the edges of the pores, and the powder will be eaten away by the oil, resulting in a white and holey face.

Hey, this is because I used too much cosmetics but did not clean them properly and did not remove the makeup properly.

This also shows that their sales ability is not good.

Let’s just say that by selling toiletries and cosmetics, things that are basic to people’s livelihood, her family should have been as rich as the rest of the country, but the result was normal. She seemed to be a little richer than the average rich person, and she didn’t feel particularly rich. He probably still lacks the ability to do business.

None of this was sold to Jiangzhou City.

Beijing is a first-tier city, so Jiangzhou and Qingzhou, the hometown of Teacher He Yushi, are quasi-first-tier cities. Jingzhou used to be a fifth- and sixth-tier city, but with Jiang Sima's vigorous development, it should be able to reach a second-tier city.

Jiang Mianmian did not stare at the other person's face for too long, which would be impolite.

Just by looking at it, I can't help but complain in my heart.

In fact, Mr. Jia is also very nervous at the moment.

Because Jiang Sima was already handsome and handsome, Jiang Sima came to the appointment after washing up, wearing a navy blue robe, which further highlighted his fair skin and handsome facial features, making him indescribably perfect.

Seeing him wearing such a navy blue robe, Mr. Jia thought that when he went back, he would also buy one. It looked so good.

The reason why Mr. Jia sat upright was not the elegant Mr. Jiang, but the young boy beside Mr. Jiang.

In other words, it's not a young boy, but a young girl.

Jiang Sima actually brought his youngest daughter.

"My little girl is naughty and wants to see the world. Brother Jia, don't blame me." Jiang Sima said dotingly.

Mr. Jia was a little unsteady in sitting and lying down because the appearance of the young boy in front of him was so, so, exquisite.

There are many beautiful poems praising people's appearance.

But facing the appearance of this young boy, he couldn't even say anything.

Jiang Sima was so handsome, and his daughter should have been stunningly beautiful.

But it would be different if Qingcheng's appearance was still childish, unaware of it, and lazy and content.

Ambilight, as if it were not real.

Mianmian also likes her appearance very much and makes a lot of money.

Dad looks like a fairy.

Then she is Tianxian Plus.

Although Mianmian doesn't usually look in the mirror.

The main reason is that she didn't even invent the mirror, which is embarrassing.

I built a half-baked mirror, but it’s not very useful, heavy, and expensive.

Anyway, she doesn't look in the mirror very often, but occasionally she can see herself reflected in the mirror, and she will be a little shocked and addicted.

Even with this face, I feel like I can be easily forgiven for doing bad things.

It was also with this face that whenever A Niang hit her, she was actually reluctant to use too much force.

As long as A Niang exerts her strength, almost no one will survive.

Following the facial features, Mianmian was worried that she would become proud when she took a few more looks at her own appearance.

And I am also worried that I will have appearance anxiety.

The appearance anxiety of ordinary people is that they feel they are not good-looking and want to look better.

The anxiety about her appearance is that she is so beautiful, what if she doesn’t look good in the future?

It is said that there was a Narcissus who died of anxiety.

Mianmian doesn't have any appearance anxiety now, but she doesn't think she does. The whole family actually thinks she has it, because she brushes her teeth morning and night, applies facial cream, and makes a bunch of things to smear on her face.

essence water?Essence?cream?Sun protection?Facial mask?

Anyway, Jiang Mianmian thinks she needs a lot of normal skin care products. She is still young and has no use. My sister and my mother don't like to use them. My brother doesn't care about this kind of things, but my father does. Use it, because there is a mother who is eager to protect her husband and will use it for my father.

Anyway, when Mianmian glanced at Mr. Jia opposite, Mr. Jia felt a little restless.

It's like trying to open the screen wider.

But it’s actually quite tiring to keep the screen open all the time.

Fortunately, there is a powerful tool like Kung Fu Tea.

Presumably people from the bitter cold land of Jingzhou have never tried such an elegant activity.

Mr. Jia turned on the screen to make tea.

The sandalwood charcoal is burning and boiling water.

The expensive and fine spring water boiled, and then poured onto the thin porcelain cup, emitting white smoke.

After wasting it all, I started pouring tea, brewing, and dividing the tea.

Worry that the other person will embarrass you.

Mr. Jia also specially said: "You don't need to drink the first brew, the first brew is for washing the tea."

Of course it is also a warm cup.

Make a cup with boiling water, and then make a warm cup first. The cup will always be kept warm, which can maximize the tea aroma.

Master Jia meticulously handed the slightly cool Fairy Cup to Mr. Jiang in front of him and reminded him: "Brother Jiang, you can smell the fragrance of this tea."

Jiang Sima took the Fairy Cup and sniffed it casually, but he had no choice but to do this too much at home.

When the little guy first started making tea, she was forced to smell several cups every day and describe the different flavors.

After smelling it, he handed the justice cup to his daughter.

I smelled Mianmian, and it smelled quite good, with a nectar aroma. The only drawback was that it might have been stored a little improperly, and it smelled a bit stale, but it was already a very good tea.

Mianmian's hometown is a place where every person has a tea plant, but it was later used as an excuse for fraud. She no longer dared to tell people that her grandfather was growing tea, because she was worried that others would say she was a fraud, even though her family did have one.

She smelled it and gave it to Yin Gu, the hostess standing behind her.

Aunt Yin stood behind her master like a door panel.

She also took the fair cup that the young master gave her and smelled it, then frowned slightly and returned it.

Mr. Jia was slightly unhappy by this operation.

Making tea is a very elegant thing.

Especially Kung Fu Tea, which came from the palace.

Although Brother Sima's young daughter was beautiful, she was a little disrespectful. She actually gave her grandma the Fairy Cup to smell, and the old grandma actually frowned.

It was also at this time that Mr. Jia noticed this old woman.

It was only when I noticed that I realized that this grandma had a good temperament and she didn't look like an ordinary person.

She looked even more powerful than the grandma next to my old lady. Just now, I didn't even notice this grandma at all.

"How does this tea smell? Does it smell like nectar? To be honest with Brother Jiang, one tael of this tea is more expensive than one tael of gold. I only grabbed two taels from my brother. I don't want to make it on weekdays, but only if I have distinguished guests. come out."

"Very good." Jiang Changtian nodded.

"There seems to be a plum fragrance." Mianmian said.

Mr. Jia's long face suddenly opened up, and the flesh on his cheeks trembled slightly, obviously very happy.

"Yes, yes, it smells like plums. The tea making process uses green plums as firewood and roasts them slowly."

"If Mr. Jia likes this kind of tea, you can also make tea with small green tangerines, peel off the flesh inside, and put the tea leaves in. The resulting tea will not only have tea aroma but also tangerine aroma. The taste is soft and long-lasting, not only It tastes good and nourishes your health." Mianmian said.

Then he turned to Aunt Yin and said, "Auntie, have you brought that tea? I'll make one for Mr. Jia later."

Aunt Yin nodded helplessly.

Jiang Sima smiled cooperatingly.

Drink tea and chat together.

Mr. Jia thought, this little girl looks very good and speaks nicely, but she has limited knowledge. Not everyone can make this kind of tea, she is very particular, let alone a grandma.

But for the sake of the other person's good looks, I don't object. If you look good, you can say whatever you want.

Isn't it just asking an old lady to make tea? Just make it.

Aunt Yin gave a few instructions and then sat down at the tea table.

Facing the river.

The singer who played the piano changed the song again.

The incense burned again.

Mr. Jia is still looking for topics to chat.

Then I saw the old nanny in front of me stretched out her hand, and she was even prettier than a [-]-year-old girl. With a pair of white, thin and flexible little hands, she was holding a pot, ordering water, and brewing. Every move was full of a different sense of beauty and ritual.

He forgot to speak.

Until a cup of tea was pushed in front of him.

He picked it up stupidly and took a sip.

Neither hot nor cold, it is warm in the mouth, soothing in the throat and warm in the stomach.

A sip of tea can actually make the whole journey smooth.

Mr. Jia was a little confused. What kind of tea is this?

What kind of grandma is this?

Aunt etiquette?

How can you look so good while making tea?

Let him completely ignore the age of this old nanny, and feel like he is seeing a truly peerless beauty.

When he smelled the Gonggong cup again, a strong fragrance hit his nostrils. It was completely different from the Gonggong cup of tea he had just brewed. He had to smell it hard to get the taste. It was completely different.

No wonder Brother Jiang just took it and sniffed it casually. He thought Brother Jiang didn't know how to do it.

Mr. Jia asked with some embarrassment: "Who is this female gentleman making tea?"

Mianmian smiled and said: "Mr. Jia, didn't you just say that you like to make Kung Fu tea? My aunt's surname is Yin, and "The Origin of Kung Fu Tea" was written by my aunt. You should have read it."

"This, this, this..." Mr. Jia looked surprised, then quickly stood up and bowed.

"Show ugliness and show ugliness."

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