Before it was light in the morning, the rain fell sparsely, and in a blink of an eye a torrential rain arrived, and the crackling roof tiles crackled.
The rain dripped down the tile trough, hanging beads curtains on the eaves.
"Zawa hasn't got up yet?" Wu Zheng under the eaves looked at the rain curtain in the yard, and asked Qiao behind him.
"That silly girl ran in the cottage last night, and just fell asleep in the morning. Son, are you planning to go out?"
"Make an appointment to chat, you can't go out!"
Qiao turned around and went to the house. When he came out after a while, he had an extra peach blossom umbrella in his hand, blocking Wu Zheng's head.
Wu Zheng looked up and saw that the paper umbrella was very beautiful. The paper soaked in oil was dazzling, and a bright red peach blossom on the surface of the umbrella could be seen clearly even under the umbrella.
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Let's go!"
In the rain and fog, Joe in red was holding an umbrella, and walked slowly with Wu Zheng in a white shirt.
Whether it was fast or slow, or a sudden jump of Wu Zheng appeared under his feet, the distance between Joe and Wu Zheng behind him could always be kept just right.
After exiting the gate of the palace, Wu Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at the bustling palace street, which became deserted because of the heavy rain.
Wu Zheng didn't see the person he wanted to see, which made him feel a little disappointed.
"My son is so heavy rain, or let's go back!"
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "Since you have promised someone to go shopping, you can't miss the appointment. The big deal is that we can walk to the street and come back."
"Jiekou?" Qiao glanced on tiptoe, and he was not far away.
When the two came to the entrance of the street, there were slightly more pedestrians on the main street, but most of them were rushing in a carriage, like Wu Zheng and Qiao shopping under umbrellas. The entire long street seemed to be nothing but him. There is no one else.
"The son has a tea house here. Should we go in to avoid the rain?"
"Tea house?" Wu Zheng raised his head and glanced, there really is a tea house.
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "The boss didn't read the almanac when he opened!"
"My son, are you a new teahouse?"
Wu Zheng smiled slightly, pointing to the sign on the door, and smiling: "At least this was a grocery store when we came back yesterday."
Joe looked up, didn't he? Even the sign of the grocery store hasn't been changed. If you didn't see the steaming large copper pots on the stovetop continuously emitting white smoke, who knew this was a tea house
The two entered the tea house and set up five tables. Unsurprisingly, there was no one on the five tables. Only one of them took a rag and flies on the counter.
Seeing a guest coming in, Er quickly picked up a rag and greeted him: "What do the two guest officials want to drink? The most famous one here is Wushanjian. Would you like the two guest officials to try it?"
"Whatever! Do you have any food?"
"Youyou Ying..." Er said enthusiastically while holding the rag he had just used to swat the flies and wiping the tables and benches for them, and said enthusiastically: "The store has various pastries, and the lotus cakes made by the chef from Jiangnan are the best. Does the guest officer want something?"
Wu Zheng nodded: "Are there any barbecued pork buns? Do you have dried shreds, shrimp, steamed buns, chicken feet, spring rolls, and fresh wontons?"
The second listener was stunned, and he looked at Wu Zheng with a blank face and said, "Guardian, except for wontons and spring rolls, you haven’t even heard of the rest! Guest officer, are you sure there is you in this world? Just these things?"
Wu Zheng knew: "Why not, since you don't have these things here, you should have rice rolls and siu mai!"
The second still shook his head blankly: "No! Have you really eaten all these guest officials?"
"Of course, how can I get the name of the dish if I haven't eaten it? But you don't have anything here, so I think it's a bit too careless for people to open a tea house?"
The second said: "We have dried fruit cakes here, aren't other teahouses like this? If you have those things, wouldn't we be a restaurant here?"
"I don’t know if you’re in a restaurant, but I know it’s not good to drink tea on an empty stomach. If you don’t get something to fill up the customers’ stomachs, who will... (End of this chapter)