"Juyuan Teahouse? Let's go, let's go and have a look too!" Yu Qingyu waved to the young man behind him.
Juyuan Tea House is the most famous tea house in Beijing, the reason is that there are two different storytellers here every morning and afternoon to tell stories.
Storytelling teahouses are not limited to Juyuan Teahouse, so why is Juyuan Teahouse the best
It is said that the person behind the Juyuan Teahouse is a person whom the emperor respects three points, so the storytellers here are different from other places in that the storytellers in this teahouse sometimes tell stories about secret stories about the palace and ministers in the court, and there is no Anyone dare to pursue.
In the private rooms on the second and third floors, you can discuss all matters related to the imperial court, without worrying that officers and soldiers will come in and arrest people.
When Yu Qingyu entered the teahouse, he found that the first floor was almost full, and everyone looked expectantly at the storytelling platform.
As for? There are so many people here this early in the morning
Yu Qingyu randomly picked a corner and sat down, casually looking at the layout of the teahouse.
"Guest officer, what kind of tea would you like to order?" The second brother asked attentively.
"Have a pot of more expensive black tea, serve a few plates of pastries, little rooster, pay."
The boy touched a silver ingot and put it on the tray of the second brother, and sat down opposite Yu Qingyu.
"Hey, okay, sir, please wait a moment."
Yu Qingyu watched it for a while and found that it was no different from what was shown on TV. He was a little lost in interest. When he saw the young man sitting beside him, he glared and patted the table, "Who told you to sit? You should stand if you are a follower." Come on, whose servant and master have you seen sitting at the same table?"
The boy blushed instantly, stood up aggrieved, and gritted his teeth.
Letting a young master of the peacock clan who has always been aloof as a follower, and not allowing him to sit down, the young master of the peacock said that he had never done such a thing before, and he was about to explode.
The second brother came over with tea and pastries, and put them gently on the table, "Guest officer, please take your time."
Yu Qingyu stared at the teapot without moving, and then patted the table for a while, "Little rooster, why are you serving as a servant? Pour tea! Wait for me to serve you?"
Angrily, the young man picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, and "slapped" it in front of Yu Qingyu, the water in the teacup splashed Yu Qingyu's face.
Drink, drink, drink enough!
Yu Qingyu wiped his face with his sleeve, took a sip of tea, squinted his eyes, showing a look of enjoyment.
Hehe... Tsundere little cock, if you don't believe me, I can't cure you!
The young man wanted to pour all the water from the teapot in his hand on his face, but he called the young master of the peacock tribe around to drink him, and asked him to pour tea, he was looking for death!
But seeing him squinting his eyes in a lazy state, he couldn't move his eyes for some reason, not wanting to spoil the picture.
"Look, Mr. Storyteller is here!"
"I'm waiting for the store as soon as it opens!"
"As long as he speaks well today, my master will reward you a lot!"
"..."
All of a sudden, the whole teahouse was full of people, and the conversation was much louder than the noisy sound just now.
There is nothing surprising about this storyteller. Why are there so many people waiting for him to tell stories? Does he have special storytelling skills
"Hey, little rooster, have you ever heard him tell a story?"
"No." The boy was obviously still angry about Yu Qingyu scolding him just now, and his tone was very aggressive.
"If you don't have it, you don't have it. I don't despise you. Why do you speak so aggressively? Remember that I am your master, you know? You should please me."
(end of this chapter)