There are wolves on the star road: President, please step aside

An Ning declined Li Feng's kind invitation to treat guests, and rushed to Computer Century City without stopping after leaving the studio.

Before coming here, I checked online, this is a place in this city that specializes in selling computers.

Nothing can be done without a computer in modern society. An Ning has the memory of the original owner. Although she is not proficient, she still has a little bit of basic operation.

Now when designing, you need to check all kinds of information. Although you can check it in your hand, it is not as convenient to use as a computer.

I wanted to buy a computer together before, but I haven't had time yet.

As soon as he walked into the computer city, he was pulled and asked if he needed a computer. An Ning waved his hand, planning to take a walk around before making a decision.

An Ning walked around, being dragged by people one after another, talking about processors, CPUs, dual cores and so on.

Although the meaning of these things was in the memory of the original owner, An Ning still couldn't figure it out. In the end, she had to give up and choose one of several big brands.

An Ning finally chose a brand with a fruit name based on online reviews.

Whether it is a mobile phone or a computer, the products of this brand follow the high-end route. The quality is excellent, but the price is a little more expensive.

Laptops of general brands only cost three to five thousand, while Anning's cost more than 1.

An Ning, who had never cared about money in two lifetimes and had no concept of money, even though she had been poor for a while after time travel, did not take money seriously, and swiped her card with a friendly smile from the sales lady.

At An Ning's request, the store staff installed all the necessary software for An Ning, and finally An Ning left with this classic ultra-thin platinum computer in her hands.

An Ning didn't go home with her newly bought Xiao Jin, but went to the tea room she had been to last time.

Walking into the tea room, smelling the bitter tea fragrance in this room, An Ning felt that the pores were opened comfortably.Elegant and classical music slowly sounded in the tea room, floating slowly in every corner, making people relax unconsciously.

An Ning didn't go to the private room, and directly found an empty seat by the window and sat down.

An Ning dismissed the tea master, and asked someone to prepare a set of tea making tools for her. She hadn't made tea for a long time, and she was a bit itch.

The incense burner at the corner of the table has been lit, and a wisp of green smoke slowly rises. The boiling water has been turned on and will be boiled in one minute.

Electricity is really convenient, there is no need to use a stove, it is smoky.

An Ning closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

Hearing the sound of boiling water, An Ning opened his eyes, and began to arrange the tea set with his hands. His fingers were dexterous and skilled, and he looked calm and dignified.

An Ning looked at the shape and color of the tea leaves in the tea lotus, lightly sniffed the tea fragrance, frowned slightly, and then let go.

In the past, An Ning used only the top-grade tea leaves exclusively for the royal family. After careful selection, the tea eaten by ordinary people is naturally not as good as the special tribute from the royal family, but it is barely acceptable.

The first step in making tea is warming utensils, also known as washing cups. The names are different in different eras, but the operation is the same.The modern name is Baihe Bathing.

An Ning gently holds the small hand pot in his right hand and skillfully pours the teapot, including the spout and lid, while pouring the teacup. The movements are gentle and natural, with an aristocratic demeanor: atmosphere.

The purpose of the warming set is to increase the temperature of the tea set, so that the temperature of the tea leaves is relatively stable after brewing, and the temperature does not drop too quickly.

An Ning only has these tea sets in her eyes now, as if she has returned to another time and space thousands of years ago, when she was alone enjoying and tasting loneliness.

The door of a private room in the tea room opened, and a man came out. The eyes of the waiters in the tea room lit up.

The man was dressed in a well-fitting suit and looked slender; his sharp-edged face exuded an aura that strangers should not get close to; his eyes were indifferent and deep, creating a sense of distance that made people afraid to step forward.

All the waiters here know that this guest is a regular customer named Qiao, who often comes to the tea room to drink tea.

Qiao Lang seldom drank alcohol in his life, and even on some necessary occasions, he just touched his lips with the glass to save face. Those who are familiar with him know his habits and never persuade him to drink.

To say that he doesn't like drinking is better to say that he doesn't like the spicy feeling of strong wine.

Qiao Lang likes to drink tea. Tea is lighter than wine and stronger than water.

Same as water, if tea has the beauty of water, then wine has the beauty of style.One classical, one romantic; one reserved, one unrestrained.

"Mr. Qiao, do you have any orders?" The waiter Xiao Zhang ran up to ask with a blushing face.

Qiao Lang waved his hand, ready to leave, before leaving he habitually glanced at the hall.

With just one glance, Qiao Lang stopped leaving.

Sitting in the corner by the window was a girl in her twenties, wearing a light blue one-piece dress with three-quarter sleeves.There was a slight smile on the girl's face, a pair of big eyes focused on the tea set in front of her, and the movements of her hands were as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water.

The same movements are always a bit more beautiful when done by girls, and the noble and reserved atmosphere is naturally exuded in the gestures, not like deliberately imitating and learning, but more like the natural expression of habits engraved in the bones.

Qiao Lang watched intently, and just by looking at the other person's expression and demeanor, he could tell that the other person was also a tea lover.

No!Not only a tea lover, but also an expert in making tea!
"Mr. Joe, Mr. Joe?"

The waiter's voice raised Qiao Lang's gaze back, and Qiao Lang turned to look at the waiter unhappily.

The waiter also seemed to feel the unhappiness of the customer in front of him, so he lowered his head and dared not speak any more.

"Do you know who she is?" Qiao Lang asked, looking at the girl not far away.

"I don't know, I'm just a customer who came here once or twice." The waiter quickly replied, thinking that fortunately Mr. Qiao was not angry.

The conversation here did not affect An Ning at all, and she was still immersed in her tea ceremony.

Before Qiao Lang realized it, his feet were already heading towards the corner.

Sensing that someone was sitting across from him, An Ning didn't look up, and was still focusing on the tea in his hand.

Pouring tea is also known as Guan Gong patrolling the city, lightly holding a small teapot and pouring tea into the cups one by one, and the teapot moves back and forth above each cup.

Qiao Lang observed carefully, and found that the girl's movements seemed to be moving randomly, but there seemed to be a certain pattern.

I can't understand it for a while, but I just feel that there is a kind of charm in the action, I can't say it, the way is unclear, I can only feel it, but I can't express it in words!
The process of pouring tea is coming to an end, and then there is ordering tea, also known as Han Xin's ordering soldiers.That is, the last tea drips into the cup bit by bit, and as the tea drips into the cup, layers of ripples appear on the surface of the cup.

Qiao Lang even had the illusion that the tea did not drip into the teacup, but onto his heart, causing a slight ripple.

After ordering tea, An Ning smiled with satisfaction, and looked up at the uninvited guest.

An Ning was a little surprised, this man looks pretty good, especially those eyes, at first glance, he was as intoxicated and confused as if he had fallen into the deep sea.

If Anning is really a 23-year-old girl, she might really fall in love with this man.

But An Ning is not really 23 years old after all, six to seventy years, what kind of person has not seen?
Especially those decades of bloodshed on the battlefield have created a strong heart in her, so An Ning recovered in just a flash.

Seeing this handsome man staring at the teacup on the table, An Ning smiled slightly.

Qiao Lang looked at the other party's sudden smile, but before he understood what it meant, he saw a cup of tea placed on his right hand, and the girl made a gesture of please.

Qiao Lang suddenly understood something was wrong, he knew his own charm, from childhood to adulthood, there were always countless girls coming over with various purposes, which annoyed him very much.

I have seen a lot, and I can grasp the scheming, methods, and ambitions of all kinds of women without explaining them clearly.

But the girl in front of her was obviously different. Even though she was smiling, her eyes were calm and clear.

Clear does not mean pure, but looking at him without any reflection, just like looking at a passerby, not even the slightest move.

Qiao Lang had the urge to look in the mirror right away. Could it be that his complexion is not good today?Looks are not online?Of course it's just a thought, he can't really go.