I opened a bookstore in ancient times

It's not true if you don't explain it, but if you really explain it, it feels like a guilty conscience, Su Yao can only stare at the culprit from afar.

The culprit, Bai Min, was leaning on the bookshelf, assuming he was watching a show.

Uncle Wu was even more embarrassed when he saw the movement of the two of them.

Su Yao had no choice but to ignore him, got up to take the manuscript, and let Uncle Wu do it twice, but Uncle Wu refused to come in.

He had no choice but to watch Uncle Wu flee back to the rain screen in a hurry.

Bai Min raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What's the matter? Does his master's girl like you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, this is Mr. Huaben's servant in my family."

Su Yao raised her eyes helplessly, "Doctor Bai, please don't open your mouth too much. You won't be misunderstood by others."

Bai Min brought the medicine box and sat down beside Su Yaojin familiarly: "There is no girl in his family, why are you afraid of misunderstanding?"

He smiled again: "Could it be that his son likes you?"

Su Yao glanced at him: "The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes."

Bai Min sighed self-pityingly: "Oh, let me just say, if you haven't come for a long time, you must have forgotten me, and you might even dislike me. You beauties are the easiest to change your mind. You thanked me last month, but now I Just saying a few words will make you feel disgusted. Reach out—”

Su Yao obediently put her hands on the cushion.

This person is Su Yao's doctor.

Although the words are not good, the medical skills are quite reliable.

In the old Beijing, he was considered a leader among young doctors. When Su Yao just came back from Beijing, he was the one who asked him to see a doctor.

Although it improved a lot after that, due to weak foundation, I still made an appointment for half a month for a consultation.

After all, I really forgot about the first half of the month.

Su Yao couldn't help feeling guilty, seeing Bai Min's slightly frowning brows made her feel even more guilty.

"Doctor Bai, I—"

Bai Min squinted at him: "You're already like this, you still haven't come to me, now you have the nerve to call Doctor Bai?"

Su Yao panicked.

His body is weak, and he goes wrong at every turn.Sometimes I can cough for two days with a flutter of wind.

Su Yao was a little anxious: "How can I—"

Bai Min lowered his eyebrows, put his bony fingertips on his lips, and made a "shh" gesture.

Su Yao had no choice but to keep silent, held her breath and watched him frown a hundred and eighty times in different ways, and suddenly felt relieved.

Su Yao paused, and slowly glanced at him: "Doctor Bai, what's wrong?"

Bai Min fell silent for a moment, couldn't help but look away, touched his nose, and raised the corners of his mouth again: "Boss Su is really a beautiful woman, I—"

Su Yao withdrew his hand.

Bai Min leaned over and smiled again: "Don't be angry, beauty, it looks better when angry, but it hurts—"

Su Yao got up: "My bookstore is about to close, Doctor Bai, please come back."

"Don't." Bai Min lowered his brows, and immediately felt aggrieved, "Now this beauty is ruthless. After I got my pulse, I was kicked out of the house. Boss Su, if you turn your face now, you won't recognize anyone. We will return to you in the future." Say no more?"

He is full of drama, and he can act up by himself.

Su Yao gave him a look, and he smiled flatteringly: "I'm just kidding you."

She raised her eyebrows again: "I only joke with big beauties like Boss Su."

Su Yao avoided him at first, but now he is used to running the train with his mouth full of words: "Then I thank you for looking up to me?"

Bai Min chuckled, Fangzheng said: "I have time to spare today, the young master of the Yin family of Zheng's family has finally recovered from the wind and cold, it was really a waste of time to keep me in his house for ten days."

"I've been thinking about your situation, and I've been looking for you as soon as I came out. Fortunately, you're recovering well, so I'll give you a new prescription?"

Qi Bo was serving tea when he heard the words: "Please trouble Doctor Bai to give our young master another prescription for improving eyesight. It's finally midnight lately."

Bai Min sipped his tea: "Your shop, is your business improving now?"

Su Yao smiled: "Just think of ways to make more money."

Bai Min picked up the pen and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't worry, Boss Su, a beauty like you, even if you don't have the money to pay me, I'm willing to treat you."

Calling this person "beauty" probably means the same thing as the modern cabinet sister calling "handsome guy and beautiful woman". He calls everyone who is pleasing to the eye.

Su Yao has already been able to automatically filter this title.

Bai Min frantically wrote the prescription, and explained: "The most important thing is to use your eyes less, look farther, and rest more. I prescribed cassia seeds, and you can make tea with water on weekdays."

Qi Bo agreed, but Bai Min paused again.

"Speaking of tea," he said in a low voice, "Now you have a lot of customers here. I have been here for half a day, but I haven't seen any tea in your bookstore? All the big bookstores in Chonglefang have fragrant drinks. , for people who read books, although it is not too expensive, it is still an income after all.”

Su Yao also thought of this before.

The level of cultural popularization is not high these days, and books are expensive products. Even in modern times, there are not as many people who buy books as people who read them.

A milk tea shop in the bookstore?

Su Yao did some calculations, and he didn't need to do too many samples, but he was still busy.

Seeing that he was interested in this, Bai Min stopped bothering him.After another moment of verbal advantage, he wanted to leave.

Su Yao sent him out, and the rain and mist fell on the bluestone bricks, splashing cascades of water behind him.

Bai Min opened his umbrella, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Boss Su, remember to think of me even when you're busy."

Su Yao was not surprised, she didn't answer, when a woman came out from the noodle restaurant next door, she paused, and looked back.

Su Yao didn't see it, and went directly into the house.

When the wind was open, the woman did not wear a veiled hat, but only wore a rouge-colored dress. She raised her head under a chain-linked umbrella, revealing a bright and moving face in the continuous rain.

The servant girl nearby had a round face: "Girl, was that... Mr. Su?"

The woman raised her eyebrows: "Mama didn't lie to me, she looks really good."

After finishing speaking, his tone changed: "Unfortunately, I don't like it."

The servant girl whispered: "Girl, from what that person said just now, Mr. Su is not... the same as you?"

The woman paused, then raised her eyebrows slightly: "That's not right. I don't like men, and he doesn't like women, so it's time to withdraw."

It was still early, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there would be no more guests.

Su Yao was thinking about the idea of ​​the milk tea shop, calculated the accounts, and began to think about it.

There are only three people in his bookstore.

Ah Yan is currently preparing for the small exam to enter the academy, so there are only two left if he has no time to spare.

Drinks that are too complicated must be too busy, either simple and easy to make, or made into brewed ones.

Su Yao thought for a while and ordered a few common drinks.

Su Yao has also seen the fragrant drinks of this era in the market. Although they cannot be compared with modern milk tea shops, the taste is not much different.

Once you know the common flavors, you can order drinks.

You must have clear tea. Maojian, jasmine tea, chrysanthemum tea, and rose tea are all sold in the market, so you can just buy them and brew them.

The milk tea that modern people love to drink can also be made. Caramel can be made in advance, and there are two kinds of caramel and no caramel.

In early spring these days, there are not many fresh fruits, and there may still be pears brought in from the south during the Spring Festival. Just stew some pear tea with rock sugar.

After Su Yao made up his mind, he told Qi Bo, and Qi Bo dug out five or six ready-made blank wooden signs from the warehouse.

"Coincidentally, this was given by Mrs. Zhu earlier. It is said that her family has made too many vegetable sticks, and we may need them."

Nowadays restaurants often write all kinds of dishes on wooden sticks, four fingers wide and half a foot long, and hang them neatly on the wall.

The brand-new wooden sign sent by the lady Zhu is more refined in workmanship, light yellow wood, with auspicious cloud patterns carved on the four corners.

Su Yao sighed again: "I wish my lady really made money."

Ah Yan said softly: "Slowly we can make money."

Su Yao rubbed his head, and handed him the pen: "First write down the name of our tea."

Su Yao is a new transmigrated person, who inherited part of the memory of the original owner, but did not inherit the original owner's good handwriting.

The original owner is a person who can write in any font, but he is only good at regular script, which is graceful and round, with more than fluent flow, and the writing of drink sticks looks sloppy.

He had seen Ah Yan's handwriting by chance, and found that the child wrote well, with a straight line, which was the style of cursive that is highly respected by scientific researchers nowadays.

When he inquired, Ah Yan's expression was gloomy: "The previous master's family had a child, and he invited Mr. to teach him, and I was serving on the sidelines, learning it secretly."

This child is really poor.

Su Yao once again thought of the Miss Xie's who had a marriage contract.

People in this world, who think differently from him, find it difficult to treat a servant as a family member.

Su Yao secretly sighed.

It's better to use Xie Lang to find out what Miss Xie's intentions are, if it's not intentional, then he should have said goodbye to this ridiculous baby kiss.

He made up his mind, and when he came back from a distraction, Ah Yan had already written the name of the drink neatly.

"Clear tea", "milk tea", "sweet milk tea", "Sydney tea with rock sugar", one more stick, write "flower tea" according to Su Yao's meaning.

Su Yao smiled: "In summer, you can add iced drinks, mung bean soup, watermelon, grape, lychee and orange, all of which can be made into fragrant drinks. Let's add more."

With a good plan, he threaded the red string on the wooden sign and hung it on the wall behind the counter with his hand raised.

Su's bookstore faces south, and the shop is not small. Once you open the door, there is a counter on the right.

Because it is a bookstore, I am most afraid of poor lighting, so there are large windows on all four walls.

The bookstore is transparent and bright. The counter where Su Yao often sits is lined with rows of bookshelves on one side, and a large window on the other side, with only a wall behind him.

It was originally hung with the words "Tranquility and Far-reaching", but now there are four square drink sticks hanging below it.

Very conspicuous.

A guest was about to leave. Before going out, he pointed to the sign and said with a smile: "I went to read a book the day before yesterday, and I was very thirsty, so I had to go home first. Now that I have it, I will come early tomorrow."

Su Yao chatted with him: "I don't know what book the young master is reading, so fascinated?"

"Naturally, Mr. Hetai's "Yunxian Dream Memory"."

The guest was proud, but at the same time helpless: "I already have a set at home, but it has been dominated by my wife, and I really can't get it. I came to eat noodles that day, and I stopped by here to have a look, and you still have the whole set here. "

Su Yao smiled: "My lord, I'm sorry, there are not a few sets left, and they can't be sold. Otherwise, people won't have to see them."

"Huh."

The guest patted his thigh, "Don't say that. I came late a few days ago, so I didn't grab a glimpse. Thanks to the rain today, there are few people, so I can take a look."

"This article is really well written. Boss Su, do you think there is such a fairy as Jiang Yunxian in the world? Mr. Hetai's writing is as if he has seen this person with his own eyes..."

He boasted and praised himself, completely oblivious to the person behind him.

Fu Hetai, who was praised by him like a literary star descending to earth, stepped into the bookstore, bringing in a burst of wet rain.

It was raining heavily, and Fu Ling was wearing a moon-white cloak, with long hair tied high, showing sharp and cold eyebrows, and the corners of his robes were not messy, dripping slightly.

It's really elegant and high-spirited.

Su Yao secretly sighed twice.

If he didn't know the true face of this pigeon, it would be easy to be deceived by his good skin.