After the little rose he raised ran away, Mr. Lu went crazy

Lu Ting unbuttoned a button on his cuff and slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a section of his fair and slender arms.

"Don't worry, I never take garbage seriously."

【It's on fire, it's on fire! 】

[This is called Shura Field, what happened before that? ]

[Exciting, really exciting. As a veteran fan of dating shows, this is the first time I've seen such a straightforward, undisguised hostility between two people. Let's fight. I'll pay for your medical expenses!]

[When the prince said rubbish, there was a sense of intimidation that you are all ants under my feet. I finally understand why so many women are rushing to him. I can hardly control myself even through the screen.]

[The prince has come out in person to do the task for Sister Wen. If this is not considered love, who else dares to say that the prince has no interest in Sister Wen? ]

[You guys are really good at making up your own stories. The prince said that Sister Wen got into trouble in his tea house, and he was just being a host. Why did it become so different in your eyes? ]

[The above person is really good at talking to himself. Do you think the prince must write the words "I like Sister Wen" on his body before you can believe it? ]

[Don't bother with these stubborn people, just do your own thing. 】

Since Lu Ting said so, the director team had to temporarily change the task and asked all the guests to gather in the largest tea room.

The others didn't know what had happened yet. When they walked into the tea room with confusion in their minds, they saw Lu Ting sitting in the main seat. Most of them were surprised and couldn't believe their eyes.

Zhao Xinran was the calmest among them, because she had seen Lu Ting before, but she was not sure if she was dazzled.

"Everyone, please take a seat. I wonder if you are enjoying yourself at Yunmeng Tea House? If you have any comments, please feel free to let us know. Only with ideas can we make improvements."

In just a few words, Lu Ting fully demonstrated his identity as the owner of the tea house.

His every move was lazy and casual, yet invisibly, he carried the intimidation of a superior.

Although his tone was friendly, others did not dare to act casually. They looked at each other and then found a seat to sit down.

Zhao Xinran greeted him first in a dignified manner: "Long time no see, Mr. Lu."

Everyone who is in the entertainment industry knows that Lu Ting and Zhao Xinran once had a relationship.

While everyone else knew the truth, Qiao Qin'er was the only one who asked in surprise, "Have Senior Zhao and President Lu known each other for a long time?"

In an instant, many people's eyes fell on her, and they all sighed in their hearts that ignorance is truly fearless. Qiao Qin'er was probably the only one present who dared to ask this question.

The comments on the screen were filled with laughter.

[I saw Qiao Qin'er's behavior before, and I thought she was a green tea. Now it seems that she is the type without any scheming. She doesn't even know about the relationship between the prince and the queen Zhao? ]

[Is she really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? Almost all of the prince's ex-girlfriends who are online know about this, right? She even danced in front of the real owner, angering the prince. He could kill her with just one finger.]

[Qiao Qin'er is a complete amateur. If she didn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry before, it's normal that she doesn't know about the relationship between the prince and Zhao. Besides, the prince changes girlfriends faster than he changes clothes. Who can remember who his ex-girlfriends are? ]

While the others were silent, Ji Yinli spoke quietly: "Although Mr. Lu has had countless love affairs, he wouldn't just turn around and forget about his past lovers, right?"

Everyone couldn't help but gasp and admire Ji Yinli's courage in rushing to his death.

Lu Ting's cold eyes fell on Ji Yinli, "Do you know me well? Who do I know that you need to remind me that it's no good for a dog to catch a rat?"

Zhao Xinran saw the confrontation between the two and stepped out to smooth things over, saying, "Boss Lu and I are friends, but Boss Lu is very busy. If the program crew hadn't been filming at Yunmeng Tea House today, we wouldn't have had the chance to meet."

In just a few words, Zhao Xinran cleared herself of the past. Even though she and Lu Ting had been together before, it was all in the past.

Now, both she and Lu Ting have long forgotten about them, and they are not even friends anymore.

No matter how dumb Qiao Qin'er was, she could understand the relationship between the two from the conversation. She covered her mouth in fear and whispered to the people around her, "Did I say something wrong just now?"

The people around her gave her a look that told her to fend for herself and moved aside. They didn't want to talk to a brainless person, otherwise they wouldn't know when they would be implicated.

At this time, the director team spoke up: "Since Wen Li'er was unwell during the last mission, Mr. Lu will replace her."

"The rules of the mission are that within one hour, each group will send one member to compete in tea art, and the winner will be determined based on the type and level of tea art."

As soon as the director team finished speaking, Lu Ting spoke slowly: "Don't bother with that. Let's just do it together. It won't waste time."

Everyone: "..."

One against seven, what an arrogant tone!

If this kind of outrageous speech was made by anyone else, people would think that person was arrogant and rude, but if it was made by Lu Ting.

Instead of having that feeling, one feels that he is supposed to be like this, that he has the ability to look down on everything.

"Since Mr. Lu insists on taking on seven people alone, then we will respectfully obey your order."

Ji Yinli made a gesture of invitation, and his momentum was no weaker than Lu Ting's.

Although other people didn't know what had happened before, looking at the invisible smoke of war between Lu Ting and Ji Yinli, everyone could guess that there must be a grudge between the two.

Lu Ting slowly began to fiddle with the teacup, his voice soft and gentle, like the sound of flowing water in the mountains.

"Then let's do the simplest Eight Arts of Tea."

The slender fingers shuttled back and forth between the teacups smoothly, elegantly and calmly, which was pleasing to the eye and difficult to look away.

"First, scrape and wipe."

The tea lid slid smoothly around the edge of the teacup and returned to its original position.

"Second, rub the tea."

The tea lid wiped over the tea leaves, and fine water droplets splashed out on the fingertips.

"Third, shake the incense."

After putting the tea lid on, shake the entire teacup twice.

"Fourth, enter the sea."

"Dancing butterfly, tea display, falling butterfly."

As the teacup returned to its place, Lu Ting picked it up gracefully and finally uttered four words.

"Eighth, return to oneness."

The Eight Arts of Tea is one of the simplest tea arts, and the simpler it is, the more it tests one's proficiency in mastering it.

Under the gaze of countless eyes at the scene and in the live broadcast room, Lu Ting remained calm and measured, neither hurried nor slow, unfolding the story as if he were painting a picture.

Until the end, one still feels like it has not yet had enough fun.