Ye Qingming said to the servant on the side again.

"Yes!"

The waiter nodded and bowed out.

"Your Majesty doesn't drink it, so let the minister drink this tea!"

Smiling, Zhuohua walked to Ye Qingming's side, reached out to hold the cup, and took a sip.

Two people chatted with each other.

At this time, Lin Yiren came, and Dingdang walked behind with the tray.

"Knock to your majesty, knock to the royal husband!"

Lin Yiren approached and hurriedly saluted the two people.

"Lin Guijun, please get up quickly!"

Zhuo Hua walked to his side and helped him up.

"Thank you, my husband."

Lin Yiren stood up, walked to Ye Qingming's side, and put down all the things on the tray that Dingdang was holding.

"The clear lotus tea that your majesty wants to drink!"

Lin Yi first gently placed the cup of tea in front of Ye Qingming.

"Ok!"

Ye Qingming nodded slightly, picked up the cup of tea, first sniffed the taste, then nodded and drank it.

"I don't know Lin Guijun, what is the difference between this tea made for your majesty?"

Zhuo Hua asked strangely.

"You can't even let your majesty drink any other tea."

Lin Yiren smiled slightly, yawned to Zhuohua, and then said, "Actually, there is no other beauty in this. It is just the morning dew, the dew on the bamboo leaves, the dew on the petals, and this Qinghe tea is made with tender lotus flowers, so it has a little more fragrance."

"You're so particular, and there's nothing to say?"

Zhuohua immediately shook his head and smiled.

"But it's also Lin Guijun's, so your Majesty can't drink any tea anymore."

With a bright smile at the corner of Zhuohua's mouth, the look in Lin Yiren's eyes didn't mean anything.

Lin Yi's mouth also wore a slight smile, without saying anything.

"What is this?"

Ye Qingming pointed out the pastries on the plate on the table.

The pink pastries are just like lotus flowers. The pink color makes people look and feels very good. Smell gently, and there is a faint fragrance, which makes people can't help but move their index fingers.

"Lotus cake!"

Lin Yiren hurriedly walked over and used a silver chopstick to give Ye Qingming a chopstick.

Originally, what Lin Yiren sent was an azure dish with a small pink pastry on it, and the color against it looked very tender.

At this time, she sandwiched the small silver plate in front of her with a silver chopstick, which was also very beautiful.

Probably he was a culinary expert, so Ye Qingming still pays great attention to food, and he must have a good color, fragrance, and taste.

Of course, if the conditions were not allowed, she would not be too harsh.

Ye Qingming picked it up and took a bite.

This is really good. When I first looked at it, I only thought it had a soft and waxy texture. Who knew it was such a powdery texture when it was eaten, and it also had a taste that melted in the mouth.

Ye Qingming ate a few pieces one after another and drank a cup of tea. Then he took the wet napkin handed by the waiter and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, do you still want to drink?"

Lin Yi asked again.

"Stop drinking!"

Ye Qingming gently pushed the cup beside her hand.

Unexpectedly, the cup fell on the ground in response.