At Chenshi the next day, the sun was very warm and the light was sufficient.
"Miss, you are not well yet, why did you come here to dry tea again?"
It was a little maid of Su Shen who was talking, and she hurried to take the bamboo flat covered with tea leaves in Su Shen's hand: "Give it to me, you go to rest quickly, the tea servants are here to dry."
"I'm fine." Su Shen didn't let her pick up the bamboo stick: "It's time, Mr. Le and Miss Mu should go downstairs to eat, Axiang, go and ask the back kitchen to prepare more tea and snacks, I want Thank you very much for their life-saving grace yesterday.”
After a pause, she said again: "Go and tell Ah Fu that they will be exempted from their board and lodging expenses for the next few days."
Those distinguished guests who seem to have golden spoons in their mouths have the best food and accommodation for the past few days. If all fees are waived, how much will the store lose
A Xiang silently settled the accounts in her heart, chatting like: "Miss, you don't know yet, right? That Mr. Le left with his bag before dawn."
The movements in Su Shen's hands paused: "Going away?"
"Yes." Ah Xiang nodded: "I heard from Ah Fu that almost all of them have left, and now only Miss Mu is left." She asked: "Miss, everyone has left. Don't you need to prepare too much?"
Otherwise, it would be a waste, thank you, Ah Xiang is a little maid who is careful and careful, and she learned it all from her young lady.
Su Shen looked at the tea leaves in the bamboo flat, didn't make a sound, and was distracted.
"Miss?" Still no response, Ah Xiang stretched out his hand and shook in front of her: "Miss? Miss?"
"Huh?" Su Shen raised her eyes, "What did you say?"
Ah Xiang asked again: "I said that there is only Miss Mu left now, do I need to prepare more tea and snacks?"
"Prepare, prepare more." Su Shen's voice was low, not in the mood.
Ah Xiang was a little worried: "Miss, are you okay?"
Su Shen waved her hand: "It's okay, you can go."
Ah Xiang was about to leave when she suddenly thought of something and turned back: "By the way, Miss, that Mr. Le seems to have left something for you, just now when Ah Fu knocked on your door and you were not there, he put the things on the counter. "
"Understood." Su Shen was still distracted, but she suddenly came back to her senses: "What did you say?"
"I said—" Before Ah Xiang could say anything, Su Shen put the bamboo flat in her hand on the shelf, lifted her skirt and ran into the hall in a hurry.
"Miss, please slow down, be careful not to fall."
When Ah Xiang followed into the room, she saw her young lady standing by the counter, holding a long scroll in the shape of a picture scroll, and she was distracted again.
Ah Xiang walked over and yelled several times before Su Shen came back to her senses.
Ah Xiang probed to look: "Miss, what did Mr. Le draw for you?"
"It's a picture." Su Shen put away the scroll, and she asked, "Did Mr. Le leave any words?"
"I didn't leave the words, but..." Ah Xiang pushed a vase in the corner of the counter: "Here, this camellia is also left by Mr. Le."
This camellia is the one that Lotte picked last night. After one night, without the moisture of water, the flowers and leaves are a little wilted, and it is no longer the "fairy" of last night.
Seeing this limp camellia, Ah Xiang had something to complain about: "Miss, you are really serious about this Mr. Le, this camellia was picked outside our door, and it is your favorite color. You are reluctant to pick it, for fear that it will wither ahead of time, this Mr. Le did not ask to pick it up, and even borrowed flowers to offer Buddha—"
"Ah Xiang." Su Shen warned her not to talk nonsense.
Ah Xiang shut up, and complained in her heart: It’s fine to borrow flowers to present to Buddha, she doesn’t even know how to put a vase on the flower, and it made one wilted flower. If she hadn’t put the flower in the vase in time this morning, the flower would have been so wilted I can't start.
Su Shen gave the scroll in her hand to A Xiang: "Hang this scroll at the door of our store."
Ah Xiang was puzzled why she hung up at the door of the store: "What did Mr. Le write?"
Su Shen read out the content of the scroll: "One vessel is famous only for tea, and the guests are full of tea fragrance." She commented: "Mr. Le is a person with poetry and afar, you don't want to slander him."
Ah Xiang knew that her young lady was in trouble, so she felt sorry for her young lady, and murmured in a low voice: "I think he has no eyesight, so he just left and wrote a shop sign to see if the business in our shop is not good." ?”
Well, just take it literally, this is a shop sign, otherwise why would the lady let you hang up at the door
Su Shen heard it, and reprimanded softly: "Don't talk nonsense." She picked up the camellia in the vase, and stroked the withered leaves: "This flower will eventually wither, fade, and never regain its beauty. Mr. is just a passer-by in our shop, he may come again, or he may never return."
The tone of voice was light and shallow, with traces of sadness and loss in it.
Ah Xiang didn't quite understand, but she felt that her young lady was sad: "Miss, since this flower is going to die, it's useless to keep it, should I throw it away?"
If possible, she would like to throw away the "shop sign" in her hand.
Su Shen seemed to have seen through the little girl's thoughts, she didn't give her the flowers in her hand, but took the scroll back: "Go and do other things, I'll hang it myself."
"Oh" Ah Xiang was a little unwilling to give up, and glanced at the scroll in the lady's hand, her eyes were sharp, and she suddenly saw two lines of small characters that looked like ants crawling on the scroll: "Miss, it seems that there are still words here. "
The characters are written on the corner of the scroll, very small, if you don't look carefully, you can't see them at all.
Ah Xiang looked at her face. She was not very literate, so she read each word with difficulty: "There is a sheep and a person, and the green soup is as good as it is. The horns are behind each other, and the tongue is the same."
Ah Xiang, who can't read much and has limited knowledge, can't understand the meaning at all: "Miss, there are poems written by Mr. Le from afar. What does this mean? It's sheep and soup. Why does it smell like Full of rustic flavor?"
What poetry and distance? She saw that Mr. Le was just like her, rustic, vulgar, and incomprehensible.
Ah Xiang kept complaining about her young lady in her heart, and used all the words that Ah Fu usually used to say that she was uneducated.
Su Shen took the scroll closer and looked at it. She didn't know whether she saw the small characters on it or was amused by Ah Xiang. She covered her mouth and smiled, and said in a soft voice: "It says there is a beautiful person, Ching Yang Wanxi. Encounter and encounter, it suits my wish.”
Ah Xiang, who couldn't understand, felt that her young lady read it well, so she turned around and flattered: "Mr. Le's writing is really good and poetic. It's because I'm too vulgar to understand the style." She asked: "Miss , then what does this mean?"
The shop sign just now was easy to understand, but she couldn't understand this.
What's the meaning
An imperceptible blush rose on Su Shen's cheeks. She didn't explain, but changed the subject: "Are you lazy again these days, and haven't read books to practice calligraphy?"
"Ah? No." Ah Xiang, who doesn't like reading and practicing calligraphy, pretended to be stupid, and she quickly found an excuse to escape: "Ah, miss, I won't tell you anymore, it's time to prepare breakfast for Miss Mu."
Axiang who escaped didn't know that the shop sign and the dying flower she was talking about had become her young lady's most beloved treasures since then.
(end of this chapter)