Chapter 101 She can't go

  The scorching sun is scorching the earth, but the air-conditioning inside the teahouse is sufficient.

   "Sir, who are you?" The waiter in cheongsam opened the door for the guest and greeted him with a smile.

  Yi Hong looked around calmly: "I'm looking for someone, tearoom No. 7."

   "May I ask your surname, sir?"

"easy."

   "Follow me, please."

  Yi Hong stepped up to catch up, and Zhang Cheng followed closely behind.

   Turned around the carved corridor, walked about ten steps, and finally stopped in front of a wooden door.

  The waiter bowed: "Please, both."

  When Yi Hong pushed the door, the first thing that caught his eye was a tatami mat and lilies placed in thin-necked porcelain vases next to the tatami mat. The room was filled with an elegant tea fragrance, which was easy to relax.

Further inside, there is a small compartment, and at the same time as Yi Hongmen, the compartment door slid open from the inside, and a tall figure appeared, but with an extremely young face, handsome and handsome, with a smile on his face , looking very friendly.

  Yi Hong's eyes were stunned, maybe he went to the wrong place?

   In a blink of an eye, tearoom No. 7 is right!

   "You are...Mr. Wan?" He asked tentatively.

  Zhou Chi went to the tea table, sat cross-legged on the head, and then raised his hand to invite, "Both of you, please sit down."

  Yi Hong didn't move, and Zhang Cheng behind him also looked inquiringly.

   "Why, Mr. Yi likes to stand and talk?"

   "You know who I am," the sharp eyes half-closed, reflecting the light, "Your Excellency hasn't answered my question just now, are you Mr. Wan?"

   "I thought the problem was obvious."

   Now, Yi Hong's expression can be called "shocked" at the textbook level, with a flash of burning heat in his eyes, and he stepped forward eagerly: "You, really?! But...you are too young..."

   "How about we sit down and talk?"

   "Oh! Sit, sit, sit..." Yi Hong nodded hastily, and Zhang Cheng and Zhang Cheng each took sides.

  At this time, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a woman's delicate and soft voice: "The tea is here."

  Zhou Chi: "Go in."

The door was pushed open again, and a slender figure came in. The crescent white embroidered cheongsam outlined a slender figure. The woman lowered her head, and the tassels hanging from her hairpin swayed slowly and rhythmically. She held a tea tray in her hand. Fine tea brewing tools.

  Yi Hong swept his gaze, but didn't stay too long. Zhang Cheng didn't look sideways, he was just a waiter, what's there to see?

  The woman kneels and sits on the vacant side of the square tea table. From hot pot and cup warming, to high brewing and low brewing, and finally serving the tea to the people, the whole set of movements is smooth and beautiful.

   Zhou Chi took over first, followed by Yi Hong and Zhang Cheng.

  The former is full of patience, with a playful smile on his lips, making it hard to guess what he is thinking. The latter two may have things in their hearts, but they didn't find the right opportunity to speak up, so they were a little impatient, and they seemed to be careless while tasting tea.

   "The teapot is here, you go out first." Yi Hong raised his chin towards the woman, the superior has been in power for a long time, full of majesty.

  The woman was unmoved, and took out another empty cup, and slowly poured one for herself, first smelling the tea, and then tasting the tea.

  Smooth movement and calm demeanor.

Well!

  Are all the waiters so unruly now? Dare to drink tea from guests? Still not blushing or panting, as if it should be taken for granted?

  Zhang Cheng's brows tightened: "I told you to go out, didn't you hear me?"

  Women drink tea by themselves, turning a deaf ear.

   Zhou Chi chuckled: "She can't go."

   Both of them were suspicious, they looked at each other, and they could clearly see the ignorance in their respective eyes.

  Yi Hong rolled his eyes: "So this lady is Mr. Wan's... confidante?"

   "Hey!" Zhou Chi raised his hand, "You called me wrong."

  (end of this chapter)