GBP Chapter 497 Small talk
Chapter 497 Small talk
Morax cooperated very well and took the teacup that Yuan Zhuoyue pushed over to him. He raised the cup and took a sip, as if savoring the taste for a moment.
He began to comment: "It is rare that you can make such a refreshing tea for the first time. Perhaps because of your unfamiliar skills, the fragrance of this tea is slightly lighter."
Morax first pointed out the shortcomings of the tea, and then began to praise it: "But even so, I can still see your talent from it. If you give it more time, the skills you master will be more perfect, and it will definitely be a precious jade tea with a fragrant orchid fragrance."
As the saying goes, good advice is unpleasant to the ears and good medicine tastes bitter.
Most people like to hear good things, even if they clearly understand that the other party's flattery is indeed exaggerated.
But after hearing this, Yuan Zhuoyue's mood still involuntarily became a little lighter.
"I have received the compliment. Is this the art of speaking? I always feel that you are very good at making people happy." Yuan Zhuoyue tapped lightly on the teacup in front of him with his fingertips, making one light, yet low and pleasant sound after another, like the sound of knocking on ice and jade.
With such accompaniment, she tilted her head slightly and looked with a smile at Morax, who was sitting next to her, not far away from her.
"In fact, I have a clear understanding of my own half-baked level." She paused in the subtle movement of tapping the teacup, and from her mouth that always maintained a smile, she uttered a gentle voice that was neither hurried nor slow: "...I am not a person with outstanding talent, but the experience I have now is just like playing around, so naturally I can't compare to the experience that others have accumulated over the years."
Upon hearing this, Morax smiled and denied it, saying, "What I said before was not a polite compliment, but came from my heart."
Morax said this and met the eyes that were looking at him from Minamoto Tsukue.
Then, as if with a hint of meaning, he said: "Hard work pays off. As long as you remain interested and continue to explore and understand, you will naturally not be inferior to others."
Yuan Zhuoyue lowered his head slightly again and took a sip. The tea brewed from the tea leaves that he had roasted himself tasted much lighter.
Then he replied without comment: "Then... I'll borrow your good words."
The words that followed were much more lighthearted and casual: "It's really hard for you to have such confidence in me."
Morax replied seriously: "It's just the facts."
Yuan Zhuoyue let out a light laugh but said nothing more, and there was silence again for a moment.
The way they get along seems to have always been like this, intimate yet unfamiliar, cautious yet trusting.
And like at this moment, when they were speechless, it seemed as if there was some inexplicable awkwardness and alienation between them.
It was as if they were trying their best to find topics that interested each other and maintain the warm atmosphere.
But after the conversation stopped and everything settled down, I seemed to not know what to say.
All these prosperous scenes before our eyes seem like shallow illusions that will be completely torn apart if we are not careful.
Fortunately, both Morax and she were willing to continue to maintain it.
Yuan Zhuoyue seemed to have thought of something and suddenly spoke to break the slightly silent atmosphere: "Morax... do you know where to find good porcelain clay? I am now more interested in firing porcelain. Can you take me to dig some tomorrow?"
This topic really spanned a wide range, and Morax also remembered that Yuan Zhuoyue had previously experienced how to sculpt ceramics and open a kiln to fire them.
The interest she showed was far inferior to that when she experienced embroidery and tea making. She looked completely uninterested.
But even so, Morax did not raise any objection, but nodded as usual and said, "Of course you can."