Meg, who had just won the lottery, opened his eyes. He turned around and looked at Hill, who was standing behind him. He realized that he had been too immersed in the lottery and had let his guard down.
"I just had an interesting dream," Meg said with a smile. He stood up and looked at Hill. "May I know why Miss Hill is here?"
"If I say that I want to have a cup of tea with Mr. Meg, I wonder if Mr. Meg will agree?" Hill looked at Meg with a smile.
"Since Miss Hill is already standing here, how can I refuse?" Meg asked with a smile. He gestured to the seat beside him and said, "The sun is just right today. Why don't we sit outside and drink tea under the sun?"
"Sure." Hill nodded. She walked straight to the table and sat down.
Meg went into the house and took out a tea set. He boiled the Yixing clay teapot on the small stove and sprinkled some black tea. The aroma of the tea drifted out of the teapot. Taking a light sniff would make one feel peaceful and comfortable.
It was a winter morning and the sun was shining brightly.
The two of them sat opposite each other with a cup of black tea in the middle. Neither of them spoke.
Hill stared at Meg for a long time. He just looked at the Yixing clay teapot calmly. He didn't even look at her.
She had seen many men who didn't look at her. However, those men just wanted to hide their panic, so they deliberately looked elsewhere. Their flickering eyes quickly exposed their thoughts.
However, Meg was different. His eyes were calm and focused. It was as if there was something more beautiful than her on the Yixing clay teapot. Even looking at her was superfluous.
She had never met such a man before.
"This guy. Am I really not as beautiful as a teapot?" Hill felt unconvinced. Although she didn't care about men's gazes, she was used to being stared at. Now that she was ignored, she felt uncomfortable.
"System, what are the effects of this Buddha Jumps Over The Wall?"
"Host, please explore by yourself."
"System, this high-grade dish is so powerful. Will there be any side effects? What if she gets sick from eating it? "
"Host, please explore on your own and consider how to prepare the medicine … dishes."
"What use do I have for you?"
Meg couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart. What was the use of this system if it didn't answer his questions?
"This tea is quite fragrant." The Hill smiled and broke the silence. Unlike Meg, she did not have the leisure to sit here and bask in the sun all morning.
"Yes, it's good tea." Meg ended the conversation with the system and naturally took over the Hill's words. He lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea for her. The tea was clear and beautiful, with a strong tea aroma.
This was the Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain that he had bought from the System. Naturally, it was a good tea, but there wasn't much of it. If it weren't for Mr. Hill's request, he wouldn't have been willing to share it with anyone else.
Hill took the small white porcelain teacup. The fragrance of the tea made her eyes light up.
Her grandfather loved both red wine and tea. In recent years, he had been fishing and drinking tea when he had nothing to do. She would also drink tea with him when she was free, so she knew a little about tea.
Her grandfather's favorite tea was the Assam black tea produced in the goblin's Assam Valley. Because the production was very small, it was not easy to buy.
A few years ago, because he was unable to buy black tea once, he bought the entire Asham Valley in one go and built a tea base. He produced and sold his own tea and only provided for himself. Occasionally, he would give a little to his friends as a gift.
The black tea made by Mr. Meg had a stronger aroma than the Assam black tea.
She lifted the teacup and gently blew on it, then carefully took a small sip.
"This taste!"
The Hill's eyes lit up. The aroma was rich, and the taste was sweet and mellow. After swallowing, the lasting aroma lingered in her mouth, making her feel refreshed.
"Good tea."
Even though Mr. Hill had tasted many good teas, she couldn't help but praise.
Even her grandfather's favorite Assam black tea paled in comparison to this.
"Grandfather will definitely like this tea," Mr. Hill thought with certainty.
Meg took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and looked at Mr. Hill with a smile. "Miss Hill, you're so busy. You're not just here to drink tea with me, right?"
Mr. Hill was a strong woman. She usually didn't come to the restaurant for meals. She would only appear here when she had something to do.
"The improvement work on the steam locomotive has been completed. However, during this time, Chief Engineer Blair has led the research and development team to try to add a magic array to the steam locomotive to increase its speed. Recently, there has been a breakthrough. However, there are some problems in practical use that can't be solved. I hope to get some help from Mr. Meg," Mrs. Hill looked at Meg and said.
"A modified version of the train?" Meg was more surprised when he heard that.
Mrs. Hill said apologetically, "These things are not within the scope of our cooperation. I'm sorry to trouble Mr. Meg."
"I don't know much about magic, so I may not be able to help much. However, I'm quite interested in this modified version of the train. I may not have enough time in the morning, but I can go there during the lunch break." Meg nodded. He didn't refuse, but he didn't say too much either.
He was indeed curious about what would happen when technology met magic.
A modified version of the train?
Could its speed be close to that of a high-speed railway?
"Okay, someone will come to pick you up at noon today." Mrs. Hill smiled, then took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of Meg.
"This is?"
"This is a letter of appointment. I want to hire you as the chief consultant of the steam locomotive project. This way, if I need your help in the future, I'll feel less apologetic when I ask," Mrs. Hill said.
Meg glanced at the seven-figure annual salary and pushed the letter of appointment back to Mrs. Hill. He smiled and shook his head. "If I sign this, I'll feel more apologetic when I refuse in the future."
"Mr. Meg, do you think the salary is too low?"
"No, I just don't like to be restrained." Meg shook his head. "If I'm free, I'll be happy to participate in the steam locomotive project. After all, I'm also one of the shareholders. However, the premise is that I'm free."
Mrs. Hill stared at Meg for a while, then put away the letter of appointment and said with a smile, "Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Meg."
Mrs. Hill quietly finished the black tea in the teacup, put down the teacup, and asked curiously, "What kind of tea is this? How much do you still have, Mr. Meg? I wonder if you can sell me some. My grandfather loves tea, so he'll definitely like this good tea. "
"It's just a little wild tea. There's not much left, so I can't sell it." Meg decisively shook his head and refused. The system had sold him less than a catty of black tea, which was too little for him to drink. How could he sell it?
However, according to the system, this was due to the first year of transplant cultivation. The output should increase in the following years.
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