Chapter 5 I suddenly miss her
[It’s great, Ji Yunfan, you have come to this day too]

[Even if I, Ji Yunfan, starve to death and jump off from here, I will never eat a bite of the food cooked by Ji Chenxing! ]

【Really fragrant】

[The words he said at the door of Ji Chenxing's room this morning were so harsh, now he's embarrassed, right?]

In the end, hunger defeated Ji Yunfan's philosophy of life.

Ji Yunfan took a big gulp of porridge, "Humph, Ji Chenxing, you made me embarrassed in front of my friends. Don't think I will forgive you just because you made breakfast for me."

As they were talking, a Bentley drove into the Ji family villa area.

A breeze blew across his face, bringing a hint of spring. Ji Huaiyu got out of the car from the back door and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air.

"Huh?" Ji Huaiyu looked up at the second floor, "Where does this tea fragrance come from?"

He is a tea lover, which is why he is so sensitive to the aroma of tea.

As far as I can remember, although Mrs. Wen Ya would make tea, she would do so in the afternoon and rarely in the morning.

And now the smell seems to be even more elegant and mellow. The person who brews the tea seems to be a tea artist who is even better than Wen Ya.

Ji Huaiyu was sure that Ji Yunfan and Ji Xueqing didn't know how to make tea.

Who could be making tea then? Ji Huaiyu wondered thoughtfully.

Could it be Ji Chenxing, the biological daughter I brought home yesterday?

Ji Huaiyu had sent someone to inquire early on, and found out that Ji Chenxing's adoptive parents were not kind to Ji Chenxing, and could even be said to be very harsh on him, so Ji Chenxing's educational experience was incomplete.

What's more, she has that kind of madness.

It can't be hers.

Of course, Ji Huaiyu could accept it regardless of whether she was the one who made the tea or not.

After all, he brought Ji Chenxing back not because Ji Chenxing was so smart, nor did he expect her to make great contributions to the Ji family.

Just because of blood relationship. As a father, he is satisfied to see Ji Chenxing live happily.

Thinking of this, Ji Huaiyu smiled, shook his head, and walked into the villa.

At the dining table, Ji Yunfan was almost done with his breakfast.

"Honey, have you had breakfast?" Wen Ya asked with great concern when she saw Ji Huaiyu come in.

"I just had a quick bite on the way." Ji Huaiyu put down his suit jacket and his eyes were attracted by the breakfast on the table.

"Auntie Sun made something very light today. It looks pretty good."

"This is not made by Aunt Sun." Wen Ya held Ji Huaiyu, whispered a few words to Ji Huaiyu, and then smiled, "This is the breakfast that Chen Xing made for us personally. It's a pity that there is no left for you. Next time when Chen Xing wants to make it, let her make it for you."

Wen Ya's smile was full of pride for her daughter.

"You said that breakfast was made by Chen Xing?" Ji Huaiyu's eyes widened, and he spoke a little unsteadily: "Then...then the aroma of tea here...?"

"Of course it's Chen Xing." Wen Ya let go of Ji Huaiyu's hand and pushed him up to the second floor. "Go and see her. Her information is very different from the ones you investigated. You must have a lot in common."

Ji Chenxing just got home last night, and it was already very late when he got home, so his family has not had a good chat with Ji Chenxing yet, and their understanding of Ji Chenxing is still based on the investigation results of private detective Ji Huaiyu.

Ji Huaiyu nodded solemnly, patted Wen Ya's shoulder, and walked quickly to the second floor.

At the same time, in ancient times, the General's Mansion——

Ji Zunxing threw the teacup in his hand away angrily, "You useless idiot, is it so difficult to make a cup of tea for you?"

The servant was so frightened that he was shaking all over, "Master, is there anything else wrong?"

For the whole morning, the servant did nothing but make tea for Ji Zunxing.

"What's wrong? Look at the color and taste of this tea. How is it the same as before?" Ji Zunxing became even more angry. "The tea I used to receive was all given by you. Don't you know the difference?"

"Master, you are wronged. I didn't make the tea before! I...I was just responsible for delivering it."

"You didn't make it?" Ji Zunxing slammed the table angrily, "Impossible, who else could it be if it wasn't you?" "It was... it was the eldest lady. The tea used to be made by the eldest lady."

As he was speaking, the servant boy's knees went weak and he knelt on the ground, his body shaking like a sieve.

After Ji Chenxing's death, the word "young lady" seemed to have become a taboo in the general's mansion.

Ji Zunxing was a strong and sturdy general who was not good at using his brain. The servant was really afraid that he would drag him out and chop him up if they disagreed with him.

"Ji Chenxing, you said it was Ji Chenxing who made the tea?" Ji Zunxing stood up in horror, as if a bolt from the blue had struck him. "For so many years, the tea you sent was made by Ji Chenxing? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The servant lowered his head and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Master, I...I said it before. It was you who waved your hand and said you knew it and let me go..."

"how come……"

Ji Zunxing slumped in the chair exhausted, staring blankly at the screen not far away which was clearer than the Fairy Water Mirror.

This screen just appeared today.

Ji Chenxing, who was already dead in reality, still appeared vividly on the screen.

She didn't recognize Ji Zunxing, the people around her, and the customs and habits of the place where she lived were very different from those of Daliang.

On the screen, Ji Chenxing was wearing a blue and white outfit, sitting on the balcony.

In front of her was a small tea table with a transparent container on it, which was a teapot.

You can't see the fire under the teapot, but you can see the tea leaves in the pot tumbling up and down, and the tea soup is crystal clear, which is very wonderful.

She moved slowly and naturally, as if she had done this a thousand times before.

Ji Zunxing couldn't understand the steps of making tea, but that didn't stop him from seeing that Ji Chenxing was making a good cup of tea.

In the white porcelain tea bowl, the freshly brewed tea is like a cup of amber, with one or two tea leaves floating on it, filled with a faint tea fragrance.

The color was very familiar. Ji Zunxing recognized it. This was the tea that the servant used to bring him every day.

Even through the screen, Ji Zunxing seemed to smell the familiar tea fragrance.

He had to admit that it was a bit hasty to accuse Ji Chenxing of treason a few days ago, and he was too hasty to condone Shen Ruyan's killing of Ji Chenxing.

Maybe Ji Chenxing did not commit treason?
He seemed to miss Ji Chenxing a little.

"Father." Ji Chenxing's voice came from the screen.

Ji Zunxing was stunned for a moment, and immediately put on the music score of the elders, and called her name almost reflexively, "Chenxing."

But when he looked at the screen, he found that Ji Chenxing was not calling him at all.

On the screen, there was another man sitting opposite Ji Chenxing.

When Ji Chenxing called “father” just now, he was referring to that man.

Then, Ji Zunxing saw with his own eyes that Ji Chenxing offered the brewed tea to Ji Huaiyu, "Father, have some tea."

Ji Huaiyu looked like he had picked up a great bargain. His face flushed with joy and he took a small sip happily.

After taking this sip, Ji Zunxing felt as if the long-lost tea fragrance passed through his lips and teeth again.

"Good tea, good tea!" Ji Huaiyu praised without reservation.

That look wasn't like that of a father, but more like that of an old friend of Ji Chenxing.

Their relationship was so close that Ji Zunxing almost felt his breath get stuck in his chest.

Why am I her father? Who is the person sitting opposite Ji Chenxing?

Ji Zunxing doesn't look like that man at all. Why is Ji Chenxing willing to call that man father? Is she blind?

For the first time, Ji Zunxing's eyes turned red with anger and jealousy, and he angrily threw up his sleeves and walked away.

However, where Ji Zunxing could not see, a line of small words popped up on the live broadcast system.

[Ji Zunxing, fan value +20]