The scorching sun is scorching the earth, but the teahouse is full of air-conditioning.
"How many sirs?" The waiter in cheongsam opened the door for the guests and greeted them with a smile.
Yi Hong looked around calmly: "I'm looking for someone, tea room number seven."
"Dare to ask your surname, Mr.?"
"easy."
"Please follow me."
Yi Hong stepped up to keep up, followed by Zhang Cheng.
Turned around the carved corridor, walked for about ten steps, and finally stopped in front of a wooden door.
The waiter bowed: "Two please."
Yihong opened the door, and the first thing that caught his eye was a tatami mat and a lily flower inserted in a thin-necked porcelain vase next to the tatami mat. The room was filled with an elegant tea fragrance, which was easy to relax.
Further inside, there was a small compartment. At the same time as Yi Hongmen, the door of the compartment slid open from the inside. A tall figure appeared, but with a very young face, handsome and handsome, with a smile. , Looks very friendly.
Yi Hong's eyes were stunned, afraid that he was in the wrong place, right
In a blink of an eye, Tea Room No. 7 is correct!
"Are you... Mr. Wan?" he tentatively asked.
Zhou Chi walked to the tea table, sat cross-legged at the top of the table, then raised his hand to ask, "Please sit down for two."
Yi Hong didn't move, and Zhang Cheng behind him also showed inquiries.
"Why, Mr. Yi likes to stand up and talk?"
"You know who I am," Li his eyes narrowed, reflecting the light, "Your Excellency hasn't answered my question just now. Are you Mr. Wan?"
"I thought the problem was already obvious."
Now, Yi Hong's expression was called textbook-level "stunned", a scorching heat flashed in his eyes, and he eagerly stepped forward: "You, really?! But... too young..."
"Why don't we sit down and talk?"
"Oh! Sit down..." Yi Hong nodded hurriedly, and went to each other with Zhang Cheng.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a woman's delicate and soft voice: "Here is the tea."
Zhou Chi: "Go in."
The door was pushed open again, and a slender figure entered. The crescent-white embroidered cheongsam outlines a slim figure. The woman lowers her head, and the tassels from the hairpin sway slowly and rhythmically. She holds a tea tray in her hand and contains all kinds of things. Fine tea making tools.
Yi Hong glanced away without stopping too much. Zhang Cheng didn't look squint at all. He was just a waiter. What's so good about him
The woman kneels and sits on the empty side of the square tea table, from ironing the pot and warming the cup, to brewing high and low, and finally serving the tea to the people.
Zhou Chi took it first, followed by Yi Hong and Zhang Cheng.
The former is very patient, with a playful smile on his lips, which makes people wonder what they are thinking. The latter two may be preoccupied with things in their minds, but did not find the right opportunity to speak, so they are a little impatient and seem casual while tasting tea.
"Leave the teapot, you go out first." Yi Hong raised his chin to the woman. The superior has been in charge for a long time and is full of majesty.
The woman was unmoved, and took out another empty cup, pouring a cup for herself slowly, smelling the tea first, and then tasting the tea.
The movements are smooth and calm.
Uh!
Are the current waiters so unruly? Dare to drink the guests' tea? Doesn't the face blush or breathe, as it should be
Zhang Cheng's eyebrows tightened: "I asked you to go out, didn't you hear?"
Women take care of their own tea, and turn a deaf ear.
Zhou Chi chuckled: "She can't go."
Both of them were suspicious, looked at each other, and saw the dullness in their eyes clearly.
Yi Hong's eyes rolled: "It turns out that this young lady belongs to Mr. Wan... confidante?"
"Huh!" Zhou Chi raised his hand, "You called the wrong one."