The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Liu Yun was so angry: "How can you open a business like this?!"

"Where can a young master like you go to drink tea? Why do you have to come to our shabby teahouse to have fun? Even the owner doesn't care about us. Let me tell you, the Jing'an Teahouse opposite is worthy of it. and you."

The expression on the guy's face was somewhat sincere.

When he talked about the restaurant opposite, he talked more and seemed to be sincerely doing her best.

The more this happened, the more Xue Mingyue felt something was wrong. She simply pretended to be moved by what he said and sneered: "How do I know whether what you said is true or false? What if you deceived me?"

"My dog ​​is disgusted by this inferior tea. Let's go."

Xue Mingyue threw away the tea cup, stood up and left.

Liuyun was suffocating in his heart. After receiving the signal from her eyes, he took out a piece of broken silver and put it on the table. He snorted coldly: "This is my young master's tea money."

Seeing that they are so generous, they must be big fat sheep that will be difficult to encounter again if they miss it.

The man quickly stepped forward to stop the master and servant.

He nodded and bowed and said with a smile: "Young Master, how dare I lie to you? I have some friendship with the shopkeeper of the teahouse opposite. If you go over with this, they will definitely arrange a good seat for you. It's so exciting inside."

The clerk carefully pushed a sign into Xue Mingyue's hand and chuckled.

Xue Mingyue weighed the sign in his hand.

Her expression softened slightly, and she raised her eyebrows and said, "I will believe you this time. If it is not as wonderful as you said, I will find someone to demolish your store." She chuckled, her tone Full of threats.

“Don’t worry, it will definitely be a feast for your eyes!”

The guy immediately promised again and again.

Xue Mingyue then left the teahouse waving her fan and walked straight to the opposite side.

After walking a certain distance, she turned her head and whispered to Liu Yun: "You go find someone to ask about the details of Jing'an Tea House. By the way, wait for Liu Xing on the road, and then you can go in together to find me."

Liu Yun knew that the matter was troublesome and nodded solemnly.

Lidong next to her, her eyes flashed slightly when she saw this. She thought that Mrs. Hou Ye would be weak and unable to take on things. When she saw her today, she didn't expect that Madam was a meticulous and thoughtful person. No wonder she could eat Mr. Hou to death. dead.

The tea house was obviously trying to deceive the superiors and conceal the truth from the inferiors.

This is treating the owner's shop as a place for personal gain. Listening to the man's skillful words, you can tell that this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

Xue Mingyue was thinking about what to do, but she didn't show it on her face.

The business of Jing'an Tea House is indeed booming. As soon as the master and servant entered the building, a sharp-eyed waiter came over with a smile and said politely: "This young master is coming to our tea house for the first time. Please come in! Our place is like West Lake Longjing." , Biluochun, Maojian, Junshan Yinzhen and other teas are available, keep it in mind and you’ll want to drink it again!”

The storyteller slapped the sleepers and told stories with saliva flying around.

Not many guests in the lobby were listening, but there were many people outside the door who came to listen to the stories, and the teahouse did not chase them away.

Xue Mingyue glanced at it casually, then withdrew his gaze without looking at it, made a haughty look, raised his chin, threw the wooden sign to the guy, and said: "Give me a private room on the second floor. .”

Seeing the sign, the guy's face changed slightly.

Then he smiled even more flatteringly: "It turns out that we are a distinguished guest! Please come quickly, you have come to our place at the right time!"

"Your house looks more pretentious than the one across the street, but that's all." Xue Mingyue waved her fan casually and clicked her tongue, "If it weren't for that guy insisting that he has a relationship with your shopkeeper and has good things to see. , this young master will not come."

"Yes, Xiao Fang has some friendship with our shopkeeper."

A trace of disdain flashed in the clerk's eyes, and then he said with a flattering smile: "Now that your guest is here, we will make your trip worthwhile. Everyone who has been to our store once said that it is a good idea!"

"The young master will wait and see."

Xue Mingyue raised her eyebrows, a trace of interest appearing on her delicate and beautiful face.

Several people quickly went up to the second floor and walked into a spacious and quiet private room. Xue Mingyue casually ordered a pot of tea and some snacks. The waiter sighed and ran down to prepare with a smile.

She glanced at the tea on the table and didn't touch it for some reason.

Xue Mingyue half-closed her eyes, with an indifferent and distant expression. She held the handle of the fan and tapped her palms one after another. There was no doubt that the Jing'an Tea House must be related to her mother's tea house, but there may be many in between. Winding and twisting.

Also, where does the money she spends to buy tea every year go?

What's the good stuff guys say?

After going through many examples in her mind, Xue Mingyue felt a little confident. Thanks to the three thousand miles of exile in northern Xinjiang in her previous life, she saw and experienced more along the way than she had in the past twenty years. I have accumulated a lot of experience.

Only then did she open her eyes and look at the box.

Compared to the noise in the lobby on the first floor, the second floor is quieter, and you can only vaguely hear the sound of the piano coming from next door.

It's not like a teahouse, but more like a restaurant, Xue Mingyue thought to herself.

Not long after he stayed in the box, the waiter from before came back, followed by a graceful girl with a delicate appearance. She was holding a tray in her hand with various tea sets on it.

"Sir, this is our tea lady Fang Fei. She will serve you tea from now on."

The guy put his hands in his hands and said with a smile.

The tea lady glanced at her and bowed softly: "Fang Fei has met your husband."

"..."

There are many teahouses these days, and the tea lady is hired to make tea for the guests. Tea Lady is a serious business person.

But this girl in front of me...

Xue Mingyue paused slightly, and said without changing her face: "Then why are you still standing there? I am here just for your tea. I just heard someone playing the piano next door, so why not arrange it for me as soon as possible."

"My guest, please don't be impatient, we will arrange everything for you."

The man gave him a knowing smile.

When he retreated, Fang Fei walked to her side with a smile on her face. She bent down and put all the tea sets and other things on the table. She brushed the back of Xue Mingyue's hand intentionally or unintentionally. In a flash, she gently touched it again. leave.

The veins on Lidong's forehead twitched slightly. How could she explain this to the Marquis?

"..." Xue Mingyue never thought that one day she would be teased by a woman, her eyes drifted a little, "How long have you been working here?"

"It's been more than half a year since I got back to Mr. Lang."

"No wonder making tea looks so familiar. I guess you are the best at making tea in the building."

Fang Fei smiled tenderly: "My husband is really good at joking, and there are many ladies who are better at making tea than me. They have both been working in the teahouse for more than two years, how can I compare with them."

More than two years? Does this mean the teahouse opened two years ago?

Xue Mingyue's eyelashes were slightly lowered, and she was thinking about the relationship between the two teahouses. Suddenly she heard movement from behind the screen not far from the box, and then she found that someone had pulled the curtain to cover the window, and the light suddenly dimmed and blurred.

There was only a trace of candlelight behind the screen.

The figure of a graceful woman is reflected on the screen, attracting endless reveries.