PFC Chapter 288 Food = Parents???
Chapter 288 Food = Parents???
Lin Qiye and Zhang Yun looked at each other, and there was a hint of determination and tacit understanding in each other's eyes.
Without any extra words, the two of them stepped into the mysterious carriage at the same time.
Lin Qiye had been here before and was somewhat familiar with it.
He glanced around the car, his eyes showing a hint of indifference and composure.
This was Zhang Yun's first time here. There was a hint of curiosity and surprise in his eyes, as if he was appreciating every detail inside the carriage.
As the carriage swayed slightly, the scene outside the window gradually changed. Zhang Yun looked out the window and saw a completely different world.
The vast sky, blue sky and white clouds, green grass and lush vegetation create a beautiful scene like a paradise.
The sunlight shines through the leaves onto the ground, creating mottled light and shadows, and the breeze brings bursts of fresh grass and wood fragrance.
A hint of amazement flashed in Zhang Yun's eyes, and he nodded slightly involuntarily, as if admiring the beautiful scenery before him.
The beauty and tranquility of this world made him feel an indescribable peace, as if all his troubles and confusions had dissipated at this moment.
However, Zhang Yun also knew that this was not the real world, but the power of the Master's Divine Ruins, the "mind scene".
What the mind thinks, what the thought changes,
This beautiful world is just a projection of the Master's mind and the embodiment of his inner world.
The corners of Zhang Yun's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, and there was a hint of admiration and emotion in his eyes.
Lin Qiye looked at Zhang Yun's expression, smiled slightly, and said softly: "This is the Master's 'mindscape', a world created by the mind."
There was a hint of gentleness in his voice as he introduced this magical place to Zhang Yun.
Zhang Yun nodded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes:
“It’s really eye-opening.”
There was a hint of emotion in his voice, as if he was amazed at this magical ability.
The two followed the boy through a quiet courtyard. The sunlight cast mottled shadows through the leaves, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.
The boy's steps were light and steady, as if he knew every inch of the land here well.
His figure moved through the light and shadow with a calm elegance.
Soon, they arrived at an ancient pavilion.
The architectural style of the pavilion is antique, and the wooden carved doors and windows reveal a beauty that has been condensed over time.
As you step into the pavilion, a faint fragrance of tea hits your nose, making you feel relaxed and happy.
The interior of the pavilion is decorated very elegantly, with several landscape paintings hanging on the walls, the brushwork revealing a tranquil and far-reaching artistic conception.
In the center of the pavilion stood an exquisite tea table, made of fine mahogany, its surface as smooth as a mirror, and the traces of time made it appear even more stable.
There are several sets of exquisite tea sets on the tea table. The white porcelain teacups are shining softly in the sunlight. A few wisps of hot steam rise from the teacups, bringing a hint of fresh tea fragrance.
The Master sat at the tea table. He looked exceptionally thin, with a clear face and a look of deep wisdom in his eyes.
His hair was slightly gray, but combed neatly. His robe was simple yet elegant, giving people a gentle feeling like jade.
The master was holding a purple clay teapot in his hand and was gently pouring tea with an elegant and calm movement, as if he was performing a silent ceremony.
The two men walked into the pavilion, and the boy bowed slightly, motioning them to sit down.
Lin Qiye and Zhang Yun looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then sat down at the tea table.
The Master raised his head, looked at them gently, smiled slightly, and said:
"Come, try this cup of tea, maybe it can resolve the doubts in your heart." His voice was low and gentle, with a reassuring power.
The fragrance of tea permeates the air, and the teacher's movements seem to be telling a philosophy of life.
Lin Qiye and Zhang Yun's eyes fell on the cups of tea at the same time, attracted by the fragrance of tea.
The tea in the cup is light green, clear and transparent, with steam rising from it, carrying a faint fragrance.
The two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then slowly sat down.
Lin Qiye's movements were particularly elegant. He gently picked up the teacup, blew away the hot air, and then took a small sip.
A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes and he nodded slightly, as if enjoying the tranquility brought by this cup of tea.
However, Zhang Yun's actions were completely different.
He raised his hand to pick up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp without hesitation, making a "gulp" sound.
It's like drinking happy water.
He had a satisfied look on his face and said loudly:
"Good tea! It's just a little short! Give me another cup!!!"
The teacher looked at Zhang Yun drinking tea, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.
There was a strange look in his eyes, as if to say:
"This kid is so rude."
"What a waste of good tea."
When Lin Qiye saw Zhang Yun's actions, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he also revealed a helpless expression.
He muttered softly:
"Are you drinking tea, or a big bowl of tea?"
There was a hint of teasing in his voice.
Zhang Yun raised his head when he heard Lin Qiye's words, with an innocent expression on his face:
"Isn't this good tea? Drink it quickly to taste it!"
There was a hint of righteousness in his voice, as if he was defending his actions.
The Master shook his head slightly, with a silent smile on his face.
"Zhang Yun, your way of drinking tea is really..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhang Yun:
"Master, another drink!"
There was a hint of anticipation and eagerness in Zhang Yun's voice. His eyes were fixed on the purple clay teapot next to the teacher, as if tea would flow out of the pot in the next second.
An impatient expression appeared on his face, and his hands were slightly stretched forward, as if signaling the teacher to pour the tea quickly.
The master shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness and pampering flashing in his eyes.
He waved his hand gently, signaling the boy to pour another cup for Zhang Yun.
The boy curled his lips slightly, picked up the teapot skillfully, and slowly poured the tea into Zhang Yun's teacup.
The tea ripples in the cup, emitting bursts of fragrance.
"Gulong——"
Zhang Yun took another gulp and drank the tea.
There was an expression of satisfaction on his face, as if he had just drunk a glass of nectar.
He raised his head, with a hint of expectation in his eyes:
"Master, pour another glass!"
The corners of the master's mouth twitched slightly, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
He waved his hand again, and the boy smiled helplessly, picked up the teapot again, and slowly poured a cup.
Zhang Yun's movements were still quick. He drank the tea in one gulp, with an expression of being unsatisfied on his face.
"Continued Cup!"
There was a hint of unwillingness in Zhang Yun's voice, as if he had not drunk enough.
The teacher's face showed a stunned expression, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.
He watched Zhang Yun drink the tea mouthful after mouthful, thinking to himself:
"This child really doesn't understand the essence of tea tasting."
“What a waste!!!”
Zhang Yun guzzled the entire pot of tea and quickly finished it all.
The teacher looked at the empty teapot, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.
He sighed softly:
"The most terrible thing about good tea is that it is consumed by people who don't know how to appreciate it. It's such a waste." There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, as if he felt sorry for this pot of good tea.
Zhang Yun didn't care at all. He wiped his mouth and showed a satisfied smile on his face:
"Master, this tea is really good. Please prepare more next time!" There was a hint of boldness in his voice, as if he didn't notice the master's expression at all.
Lin Qiye watched this scene from the side, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, and a smile flashing in his eyes, as if he was about to laugh out loud at any time.
He leaned forward slightly, covering his mouth with his hands, trying to suppress the laughter that was about to burst out.
He felt an indescribable sense of ridiculousness and helplessness, but because the teacher was present, he could only suppress his laughter and showed an expression of hilarious laughter on his face.
"You kid! You're so rude!" Lin Qiye finally couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, with a hint of weirdness in his voice.
He was so heartbroken looking at the Master that he couldn't control himself.
Zhang Yun understood Lin Qiye's words immediately.
He raised his head, a smile on his face, and a hint of shyness in his eyes:
"Master! You don't know, I haven't had any water from yesterday to today, so I'm very thirsty.
It just so happens that you have water here!
So I couldn't help but drink a little more, it's okay!" His voice was innocent and flattering, as if he was trying to explain his behavior.
Zhang Yun's movements seemed particularly natural. He gently put down the teacup with an embarrassed smile on his face and a hint of cunning in his eyes.
There was a hint of ease and casualness in his voice, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.
However, his eyes would glance at the Master from time to time, as if observing the Master's reaction.
Hearing Zhang Yun's words, the teacher's expression changed slightly, and a trace of helplessness and heartache flashed in his eyes.
He shook his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he felt sorry for this pot of good tea.
There was a hint of helplessness in his voice:
"Zhang Yun, tea is for tasting..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhang Yun:
"Master, I promise I will savor it slowly next time. I was really thirsty this time!" There was a hint of sincerity in Zhang Yun's voice, as if he was apologizing for his behavior.
The Master looked at Zhang Yun's innocent expression, and finally sighed, a helpless smile on his face:
"Never mind, don't be so hasty next time."
As he spoke, the teacher suddenly looked at Zhang Yun with a half-smile, his eyes showing a hint of teasing and seriousness.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a meaningful smile:
"You kid, you're never polite in anything you do. Not long after waking up, you killed dozens of people in prison!
No body left!
You don't take the laws of Daxia seriously!"
There was a hint of reproach in the teacher's voice, but his tone seemed particularly relaxed, as if he was joking with Zhang Yun.
When Zhang Yun heard what the teacher said, his face instantly became bitter and he looked aggrieved.
His eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of innocence flashing in his eyes:
"Master! You don't understand! I am wronged!"
There was a hint of resentment in his voice, as if he had suffered great injustice.
"You can't blame me for this!" Zhang Yun continued, with a hint of helplessness and excuse in his tone.
"Who told these prisoners to cause trouble and steal my food!" A trace of indignation flashed in his eyes, as if he felt unfair about his own experience.
"Isn't there a saying like this?" Zhang Yun paused slightly, as if recalling some important truth.
"Stolen food is like killing one's parents!" His voice was serious, as if he was quoting an inviolable truth.