I opened a bookstore in ancient times

The guest chattered endlessly with Su Yao about "Memories of Yunxian's Dream", praised Mr. Hetai, and at the end sighed repeatedly, "The gods write essays, and the immortals write essays", and left with still unsatisfied feelings.

Su Yuan looked at it from a distance, and Fu Gezi flipped through a play without giving a single glance.

Although it was raining, the sky was bright.The bookstore had windows on all sides, and fine raindrops rolled down the window sills. Fu Ling stood in front of the window with a book in his hands, with a tall and straight figure, as Xiao Xiaoran as a green bamboo leaning on a jade stone.

When this person is silent, there is always the dignity of a superior.

When Su Yao saw him for the first time, he felt that his gestures were precious, and he was not the son of a small family.

The old Beijing, also known as the Western Capital, was the place where honorable and noble families gathered, and the ancestral houses of several high-ranking families who were officials and butchers in Beijing were all here.Throwing a stone can hit the grandson of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, which is not a nonsense joke in old Beijing.

This Fu Gezi is a good writer but has not been an official, and he has a wealthy family without an official, and his family is rich but remote and narrow, and he hides his name.

Could it be that this person is the concubine of a noble family?

Su Yao made wild guesses like this, and then realized that there really is a famous family named Fu in Old Beijing.

It is the Fu family of Xidu, who was a dignified person with hairpin tassels, and was a family of seven jinshi in the reign of Emperor Gaozu.

Su Yao had read the original book, the Fu family was one of the old aristocratic families in the court, at this age, they should still be fighting fiercely with Qingliu, who is supported by the current emperor.

Today, the king kills his elder brother to make an edict, and the position is not right. About two or three years later, the queen mother will unite with the old noble forces to launch a palace change and support the 12-year-old son to become the throne.

It was mentioned in the book that it was the Fu family who brought back the little emperor's grandson who was living among the people.

The original book is actually a long and scheming essay, and the protagonist is the young grandson of the British lord of this generation.The plots in the book are turbulent and treacherous, and the lines between the lines are full of swords and swords that kill people without blood.

At that time, Su Yao read it in shock.

However, the court is thousands of miles away, and the bloody storm will be several years later, even if this person is related to the Fu family, he should have nothing to do with those fights.

Su Yao shook his head and stopped his thoughts. He is neither a meddlesome person, nor does he necessarily want to explore other people's life experiences.

Seeing Fu Ling raised his eyes at this time, he greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Fu is polite. I just received your manuscript this afternoon, and it's still raining heavily, but what's the hurry?"

Fu Ling glanced around, then looked at Su Yao: "Boss Su's bookstore is discounted, and there are many more customers recently."

It was raining heavily today, and the judge just now was the last one.

There was no outsider in the bookstore, but Fu Ling's eyes seemed to be looking for someone.

Su Yao was puzzled, so he could only ask directly: "Mr. Fu... is he here looking for someone?"

Fu Ling paused, then said calmly: "It's fine if there is no one. I'm here to discuss the first draft of the new article with Boss Su, and no outsiders can hear it."

This is natural.

But... so urgent to discuss the manuscript?It was still pouring rain outside.

Su Yao wondered what was hidden for a moment, and looked at Uncle Wu quietly.

Uncle Wu pretended to be dead.

His young master was thinking about Boss Su. With his wrong eye, Boss Su's juicy Chinese cabbage was surrounded by two pigs.

He saw a competitor with his own eyes, so why not report to his son and discuss countermeasures?

Last time the master of the academy looked steady, but this time he is a slick, hands-on little boy.

It's said in the playbook that the little boy is the best at abducting people.

As soon as he was in a hurry... Anyway, he talked to Fu Ling emphatically, and Fu Ling came to the door full of anger.

Uncle Wu was on the road, lamenting that his son with high-sighted eyes might have been sincerely moved this time, and at the same time wondering how to persuade the fight in fear.

I didn't think about it, I came a step too late, and the person has already left.

Uncle Wu just pretended not to see Su Yao's suspicious eyes.

Su Yao had no choice but to close the door without asking, and invited Fu Ling to the counter.

Su Yao had read the outline of the first draft of the new article, and it was a legend of martial arts.

The story of Zhou's son whose family was wiped out for fifteen years, who came back for revenge and grew into a new generation of martial arts leader.

The hero of Dianjialong Aotian has upgraded the abuse style.

The taste is really the same throughout the ages.

Nowadays, there are proofreading departments for regulatory publications everywhere, and this copywriting outline has been reported a long time ago, and there is nothing wrong with it.

What does Mr. Fu want to discuss?

Su Yao was about to ask, but following Fu Ling's gaze, he saw the drink stick behind him.

Fu Ling looked at Su Yao: "Boss Su's milk tea is divided into two types?"

Foodies are really good, the first thing you pay attention to is food.

Su Yao could only laugh and said, "Sweet milk tea has caramel added, but the other one doesn't."

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows: "Caramel?" He ordered the meal very naturally: "Then let's have a cup of sweet milk tea first."

Su Yao paused: "This is the sign that was hung up today, it's not in the shop yet."

Fu Ling nodded and said very naturally, "Can we do it now?"

Su Yao felt that every time he met Fu Ling, he seemed to be on the wrong channel.

It is obviously a literary and ink business, and it should follow the painting style of "Lecture Hall of Hundred Schools", but every time it is "A Bite of China".

From wontons to beef noodles to milk tea.

Mr. Hetai is a serious eater, why doesn't he write food articles?

Resignedly, he removed the teapot from the stove, replaced it with a small casserole, poured in fine sugar, and began to simmer caramel over a low heat.

Fu Ling seemed quite interested.

Su Yao explained to him: "Caramel is made by frying fine granulated sugar. Heat it slowly on a low heat, and it will turn into caramel color after a while. Then pour milk and tea leaves to make it. Milk tea is ready. I Made with black tea, does Mr. Fu drink black tea?"

Fu Ling nodded.

The meager sky light falls from the window, and the rain is rustling, accompanied by the rustling of the branches supported by the drizzle.

The kingfisher was singing, and the huge bookstore was extremely quiet, only filled with the mellow sweet and bitter smell of caramel.

Under the stirring of Su Yao, the white sugar has turned into fine and thick caramel. Su Yao then poured two cups of milk and added a pinch of black tea. The smell came to my nose in an instant.

Very good, no muddle.

Caramel milk tea is very easy to get mushy, so Su Yao only dared to use a low fire and stir it constantly.Today he is wearing a pine green gown, holding a mahogany long-handled spoon, the sleeves are rolled up, and the exposed wrist is getting whiter.

Fu Ling quietly watched his every move, and only four words came to mind: pleasing to the eye.

He learned painting from his master Fang Gong since he was a child, and his painting skills are outstanding. He is also a very self-confident person. After he became famous in his youth, he refused to draw with others.

At this moment, he just wanted to draw this scene.

Put it away after painting.

Don't show anyone else a glance.

Fu Xiang still had some sultry anger towards the boy, but this box of sweet milk tea had already been brewed.Su Yao took another small casserole, covered it with a layer of gauze, and prepared to sieve.

He was about to serve the small pot, but he heard Fu Ling whisper: "It's hot."

Su Yao was taken aback for a moment, only to see Fu Ling get up: "I'll do it."

Su Yao paused.

At first glance, Fu Gezi looked like a person who did not touch the spring water with his fingers. Su Yao was really worried that he would overturn the pot.

If you overturn the pot and heat it again, don't you have to delay the manuscript again?

Su Yao immediately stepped forward to stop him, but Fu Ling raised his eyes and gave him a quiet look.

Fu Lingsheng has a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes, which are thin but not small, with the tails of the eyes slightly raised. His eyes are as bright as black jade cold stars, and when he looks at people intently, apart from being aloof and majestic, he actually exudes a sense of romance.

Su Yao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but withdraw his hand.

The wind and rain were blowing, and when he met Shang Fu Ling's gaze, he felt his heart jump inexplicably, an inexplicable feeling.

It was a little cramped.

He made Fu Ling's heart flutter at this glance, and he unconsciously staggered away. When he calmed down, the smooth and sweet milk tea had already been strained.

A small pot of sweet and fragrant.

Qi Bo served a cup to Fu Ling, and said with a smile: "The honey red beans made during the New Year's Day are gone, otherwise, if you put them in, it will be delicious."

Milk tea with red beans.

Zibo is getting better at eating.

Su Yao gave way to Fu Ling, and took a cup himself to taste.

Hmm, the tea is a little too sweet.

Su Yao doesn't like sweets, but he likes Fu Gezi.

The sound of the rain jingled, and Fu Gezi held the porcelain cup and tried to taste the milk tea with a sense of nobility and glamor.

Cultural people are different.

Temperament.

Su Yao was sighing, but there was a knock on the door outside.

Qi Bo opened the door and saw Mr. Zhou's little book boy.

The little book boy put away the umbrella neatly, and took out a neat stack of manuscripts from his arms: "Boss Su is well. My Mr. Zhou will send you the manuscripts for next month."

Mr. Zhou is also one of the Mr. Ben who signed the contract with Su Yao. He submits drafts twice a month, once at 26 and once at [-].

The wind and rain were cloudy today, Su Yao thought he wouldn't come, but unexpectedly, it was delivered on time.

Mr. Zhou is a diligent person and never procrastinates.

Su Yao slandered the pigeon again, took the manuscript, but saw the little book boy peeking into the shop.

He chuckled: "What does Boss Su's house make? It smells so good."

The hot milk tea just out of the pot has the strongest and sweetest aroma, no wonder children like it.

Su Yao invited him: "Come in and have a taste?"

The little book boy swallowed, but his actions were very disciplined: "Thank you, Boss Su. Boss Su is entertaining guests, so it's not convenient for me to go in, so forget it."

"Not a guest, but an acquaintance."

Su Yao smiled, and looked at Fu Ling again, "Mr. Fu, do you mind?"

Fu Ling didn't mind at first.

But let Su Yao say "acquaintance" in an instant.

He was in a good mood, so he didn't care if the children outside had a couple of bites of what Su Yao made for him.

Su Yao took out a small bowl, and the little book boy drank it down with two mouthfuls of hot air.

He rubbed his stomach again with a smile: "Boss Su's milk tea is really good, even better than Fuke's."

Su Yao smiled: "If you like it, eat more."

The little book boy glanced at the tea stick, with a troubled expression on his face: "I don't have that much monthly money."

Su Yao rubbed his head: "You won't be charged."

He laughed again and said, "You, like this gentleman, are acquaintances of our family, so you don't need to be so polite."

"Really?" The little book boy was surprised.

Fu Ling suddenly lowered his eyes.

It was originally a wholesale "acquaintance".

It's worthless in the blink of an eye.

The sound of the rain was heavy, Su Yao sent the little book boy out, and when he turned around, he saw that Fu Gezi's complexion had turned dark obviously.

This is……?

Didn't you eat well just now?

Su Yao couldn't figure out what this person was thinking, and seeing that he didn't seem to be eating, he tentatively said: "Mr. Fu said that he came to talk about the manuscript. What's wrong with this manuscript?"

Fu Ling said silently: "There is nothing wrong with it, let me have a look after the book is finished."

"it is good."

Su Yao didn't know why he didn't talk anymore, but it was the best if there was nothing wrong.

Print it out and make money.

There was a moment of silence in the bookstore, and Su Yao said again: "Then Mr. Fu, are you still coming for dinner tomorrow?"

"I said earlier that I would make you some wontons with shepherd's purse and pork. If you come, I will go to West Market to buy fresh shepherd's purse in the morning."

Fu Ling was silent again, but raised his eyebrows slightly: "Boss Su is very popular, and he often promises other 'acquaintances' to have dinner?"

Su Yao was startled, not understanding the meaning of his words, so he could only laugh and said, "I was always ill before, so I seldom invited people to my house."

Fu Ling paused suddenly: "Boss Su is sick?"

Su Yao smiled: "It's all over."

Fu Ling was silent, but said calmly: "Since Boss Su is not feeling well, it is natural to take more rest. My meal of wontons is fine, and it doesn't matter if I don't eat it. Don't work too hard for it, and get up early."

Fu Gezi's sudden politeness surprised Su Yao.

It can't be seen that this condescending and cold pigeon will be considerate of others.

Su Yao had no choice but to be polite to him: "It's okay, it's okay, how can I be tired after cooking? What's more, I'm already healed."

"Mr. Fu, like other Mr. Huaben, is an acquaintance and friend of our bookstore. If I want to have a meal, how can I not entertain me?"

After Su Yao finished speaking, Fu Gezi's face turned even darker.

Then no matter what Su Yao said, he refused to eat, and he didn't even sit for a while, and left in the rain.

The raindrops under the eaves were ticking, and Su Yao looked puzzled: "What's wrong with Mr. Fu?"

Zibo pursed his lips and smiled.

what happened?

"I'm an acquaintance like other Mr. Huaben" is okay.

My son is really too, he is polite to everyone, and treats everyone as polite.

He just cared about you, but not only did you fail to see it, you just kept on being polite to him.

Qi Bo was helpless, this Mr. Fu was full of jealousy, and he was afraid that he would die of acid before he abducted the young master.