Ziyuan Tea House is a very ordinary tea house. It is located in a residential area. It is not well-known, but there are always guests. The boss makes tea by himself every afternoon. When there are guests, he drinks it together. The more relaxed and comfortable;

Today, the boss has just made tea and placed the tea set, and the guests have already come to the door. 【100\\|degree\\|search\\|journal\\|dictionary\\|small \\|say \\|more \\|new \\|fastest \\|

The visitor was wearing a blue-and-white shirt and a pair of casual jeans, a young man in his twenties, with a vigor that the boss himself missed and envied;

In fact, the boss himself is not very old. Well, to be precise, he is not very old. Although he is in his early 60s, other people will definitely think that he is only forty years old, with black hair and neat teeth. The skin is not wrinkled at all, only greasy, walking hard and walking like the wind.

Although the popularity of the tea house is not very strong and there are not many customers, it is not easy for the boss to manage it from top to bottom alone.

"Drink tea" the boss asked.

"Yes, drink tea." Zhao Zhu replied.

"Then sit down, the tea is not ready yet."

Zhao Zhu took his seat. The seat was very particular, and the engraving patterns were very delicate. Although it did not look like a cultural relic, it should also be a rare item in the Republic of China.

The furnishings in the tea house are also very charming, and combined with the aroma of tea leaves, drinking tea here is actually not much different from drinking tea by the West Lake. Perhaps, this is also because of the tea house in Fan Pian. , it was only open for the sake of being open, and he didn't put much effort into the tea ceremony, so in Zhao Zhu's eyes, he was really compared by the tea house in front of him, which was opened in a market dwelling.

The tea was not ready yet, and another person pushed in the door. As soon as this person came in, Zhao Zhu couldn't help holding his forehead, because he felt a headache, this is a real headache. rather than psychological effects.

Before, no matter where Zhao Zhu was, no matter what he was doing, even if he was sleeping. Spiritual power will also spread out, but sometimes the spread is large, and sometimes it is small. This is already an instinct of Zhao Zhu.

But just now. At the moment when the new guest came in, when Zhao Zhu's mental power was accustomed to scanning him naturally, Zhao Zhu felt that he was being stabbed by a needle in his sea of ​​consciousness, and he had to. He lowered his head, frowned, the tip of his nose was cold, and when he reached out to touch it, there was a nosebleed.

"Young man, you are full of anger. Drink more tea, you will lose your anger." The boss of the tea maker noticed the blood on the back of Zhao Zhu's hand and said.

"Well, Xiao's."

Zhao Zhu responded, but there was clearly a whimper in his voice, because Zhao Zhu was crying in pain at this time. Yes, a big man, tears flowed down in pain. This is an instinctive reaction mechanism of the body. , it has nothing to do with Zhao Zhu's own willpower. Just like you put chili noodles in the eyes of the toughest man, he will also cry.

The new guest sat down in front of Zhao Zhu, but. No matter how many guests come, the boss makes tea alone. This is the boss's rule, and it has always been the rule.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Zhucai removed the previous tingling sensation from his mind, and the blood no longer bleeds from his nose. After wiping away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes, Zhao Zhu raised his head. This time, he did not dare to use his mental power to probe the other party, so he chose to look directly.

The other party was wearing a black T-shirt and a jade pendant around his neck. After that, it gave people a "white" feeling. His skin was very white, his nails were very white, and his face was very white. His teeth are also very white.

Since this kind of whiteness is different from the whiteness of the dead, the whiteness of this person truly embodies a kind of temperament, a kind of temperament that is completely unstained by dust.

It seems that he noticed Zhao Zhu's gaze, the man smiled at Zhao Zhu, very reserved, but also generous, Zhao Zhu also returned a smile, and then heaved a sigh of relief and continued to sit here waiting for the boss to make tea .

At this time, Zhao Zhu has directly forgotten his original intention of coming here, because he found that no matter what kind of purpose, what kind of original intention, the moment the new guest opened the door and walked in, it didn't matter anymore. meaningful.

"Hello, where do you go to work?" the very white man across from him asked. The teeth he showed when he spoke gave people a beautiful feeling.

"In the hospital." Zhao Zhu replied, and when he answered, he couldn't help sitting up straight.

"Hehe, the doctor is good, being a doctor, the salary is good, the benefits are good, and it is stable, but sometimes I get a little tired." The boss was distracted and listened to Zhao Zhu's chat with the man while he was making tea.

"This also needs to be seen from two sides. In recent years, many doctors have been beaten and killed. In some places, the relationship between doctors and patients is very tense." The man said with a smile, "However, I think this gentleman should be I don't work in an ordinary hospital, I should be in that kind of high-level hospital, right?"

"Well, it's okay." Zhao Zhu responded, paused, and asked, "Where do you go to work?"

"I, huh, a civil servant, sit in the office all day, read the newspaper, and drink tea." The man replied very casually.

"Since you like to drink tea, why is it the first time you come to drink tea with me today?" the tea maker asked.

"That's not to say. Although my department is free, it is not very lucky to invite others to drink tea."

"Oh, it's from the Disciplinary Committee"

"Well, no, but it's almost the same."

"That's really unlucky, whoever you invite to tea, those officials' hats have to pee out of the crotch first." The tea maker agreed.

"There's no way. Who told them that they didn't understand the rules? The rules are already here. Everyone knows it. Everyone knows that if they violate the rules, then I must be invited to drink tea."

"It's also an honor for the old man to invite you to drink tea." The tea maker smiled.

"That's right~lightnovelpub.net~ is your honor, but boss, the water in your teapot is already dry, what do you use to make tea?" the man suddenly asked.

"Hey, uh, old man, I'm getting old, and I'll be distracted when I make tea. Look at it, the water is dry and you can't feel it. I'll go to refill the water and boil another pot." The boss tried to get up.

But the man said:

"It's not necessary. Actually, I also know a kind of water, which is very hot and scalding. It's pretty good for making tea."

"I don't know what kind of water it is. I also store spring water from many places here."

"Oh, do you want to try it once?" the man continued to ask.

The boss pursed his lips, and finally nodded with difficulty.

"Well."

The nodding boss, his head just fell off, and then a cavity of blood spurted into the boiled kettle. To be continued.

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