The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

"it is good."

He heard the man say that.

Short words floated out of the car window, and the back and forth communication took less than half a minute, which made the two people's promise to be together seem extremely rash.

But maybe because of Fang Chengyan's personality, when he said it, Song Zhi felt that this was a very serious topic.

"Get in the car." The man said.

Song Zhi glanced at his clothes. He walked all morning when he came to the tea field, and stayed in the field for a long time. Now his trousers are full of muddy water, and they are still dripping down: "My clothes are too dirty... ..."

Fang Chengyan repeated in a deep voice: "Get in the car."

Song Zhi didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, opened the car door, and the moment he sat down, he suddenly remembered that he had sworn a long time ago that he would never sit in the passenger seat of the other party again.

He sneaked a look at the man's side face, and had to admit that oaths were meant to be broken.

Song Zhi asked: "Shall we go now...?"

"Buy ingredients and make dinner."

Song Zhi suddenly remembered something, and asked him: "You bought all the things yesterday...? Is it very far away, if it's so troublesome..."

The vehicle happened to meet the evacuation point, Song Zhi pointed out the window, where the Qingyuan people were busy.

"I used to serve dishes every day. If you don't dislike the simplicity of things, why don't you go and have a look?"

Fang Chengyan's face was expressionless, and he seemed a little saddened by it:

"You are very active in integrating into the local area."

……

A large black iron pot was set up at the entrance of the site, someone was adding firewood, and someone was in charge of the spoon.A wooden handle and long spoon was stirred in the huge iron pot with a wide mouth. The sliced ​​winter melon and bean sprouts in the pot successively floated out of the soup surface. The bottom of the soup was bubbling. The temporary light wires lead to the dark night sky.

Song Zhi took a closer look and looked at it seriously.

"I don't have to work recently." Fang Chengyan said suddenly from the side.

This sentence came very abruptly, Song Zhi turned his gaze back to him, not understanding what it meant.

The other party also seemed to be thinking about whether it was appropriate to say this, eyes slightly closed and said: "There is plenty of time, if it suits your appetite, you can go back to the hotel for three meals in the future."

Song Zhi was about to answer anything, but before he could say it, he was interrupted by two loud "little tea masters".

Liu Tutu and Liu Mingming ran over together, climbed up the concrete steps ahead and asked Song Zhi, "Shall we hit stones?"

"Okay, I won't fight tomorrow, you two don't wait for me."

"why?"

"I'm not coming."

The two little sisters kept asking questions: "Why don't you come here?"

"I'm going back to the hotel for dinner."

They asked again: "Why do you have to go back to the hotel for dinner?"

"I and someone else," Song Zhi looked back at Fang Chengyan: "We eat together."

"Oh--"

They drew a long voice, looked at each other, and put on a sly smile on their faces.

"You two live together—?"

"what?"

Song Zhi almost thought he had heard wrong.

"Isn't that so?" The younger sister tilted her head, looking at him with a pair of bright black eyes: "The bride and her husband live in the same house and eat together every day."

They had long known that the relationship between the two men was unusual.

Song Zhi sneered slightly, and avoided, "Where did you all learn it?"

If they said so much in front of Fang Chengyan, Song Zhibao was not allowed to bury his face in the soil.

The younger sister asked again: "Will you go?"

"Where are you going?"

"Go back to your home."

Song Zhi didn't know how to answer.

"Since he wants to go back, shouldn't you go home with him?" Seeing that Song Zhi was stopped by the question, the sister thought he didn't understand, and asked curiously: "Then can we play together in the future?"

A point-and-shoot issue.

He noticed a compelling gaze on the side of his face.

Song Zhi was silent for a long time, not daring to look at Fang Chengyan, just shook his head and said, "I don't know..."

He really doesn't know.Now that you have decided to be with Fang Chengyan, what about the future? Have you ever been separated?go back together?What about here, where is the tea house?

Everyone has their own pace of life, and in his slow pace, he will be overwhelmed by any problem.

Fortunately, the two sisters didn't ask him any more, they ran to entangle Fang Chengyan from left to right, chattering about his big company in Beijing, and how to be a female president.Fang Chengyan explained to them in detail while having dinner, and the two girls listened with great momentum.Song Zhi held the bowl alone and squeezed in the middle of the crowd. He found an empty seat and sat down, full of thoughts.

He stacked the bowls in the large basin filled with water, and stood next to the pole to measure the water level for a while. A dozen meters away, Song Zhi saw the man answering the phone again under the electric light.I must say that I am not busy, but in fact I am still busy...

After Fang Chengyan made the call, he turned around and noticed him.

"What to do now?"

Song Zhi walked over under the dim light, frowning: "Let's go, I still want to go shopping."

The two waded through the water and walked a few steps, but the town was small and there were no good places to go. Song Zhi asked as if begging, "Go and see near the tea market, okay?"

The evening wind is cool, and the water under our feet is even colder.Song Zhi just looked at the water level line, the water level is indeed receding, but it is still difficult to move, but the industrious tea farmers in Qingyuan Town can't be idle anymore, even if the lights are dark, they have to move the tea in the warehouse, which is a bit difficult The damp ones are used for other purposes, such as fertilizers and deodorant tea bags.

The proprietress is among them.

"Ah!" She saw Fang Chengyan coming in a suit, and ignored Song Zhi next to her. She was so excited that she hurriedly nudged the female stall owner beside her with her elbow.

"It's been a long time since I saw you!" The proprietress stood up with a smile, and put down the cotton purse she was sewing in her hand: "The little tea master is finally willing to bring you here?"

"Hello, it's been a long time." Fang Chengyan replied.

Song Zhi also didn't understand this sentence, what is "willing to bring you here at last"?

He thought that for Fang Chengyan and him, Qingyuan Town was a place he knew well, and he was familiar with everything about the people in the town.As everyone knows, Fang Chengyan also has karmic relationships that he doesn't know about.

"When I come back, I will shop more and see more, so I know what kind of tea is good!"

The proprietress turned around and said to Song Zhi: "Little tea master! Be generous! Teach the boss a lot, pull him out of the office and go out for a stroll often!"

"Saving it is as pitiful as I said last time."

So Song Zhi frowned and asked, "What did you say last time?"

"She said that she didn't understand these things, and said that the little tea master didn't pay attention to me and didn't take me to play."

Fang Chengyan remembered that he didn't seem to say that, but it didn't matter anymore, he saw Song Zhi's face gradually turned red again.

The female stall owner next to him also said: "It's good to come together in the future."

As she spoke, she gave the two of them an undisguised look: "Look, those who come from the city are clean and elegant!"

"How handsome! How can we have two handsome guys in a small place like ours?" She praised Fang Chengyan and Song Zhi, and as she spoke, she leaned out from the back of the booth and stretched out her hand. Touching and clapping on his arm.

"Is this suit going to be very expensive? Just look at the material."

The woman, Fang Chengyan's suit fabric, couldn't put it down so much that she almost touched his biceps.

"Okay," Song Zhi saw that this posture was getting more and more wrong, stopped in front, and persuaded in a low voice: "Don't bully him."

The female stall owner widened her eyes, and reasoned: "How about I touch the material...?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing..."

Song Zhi knew that it was too noisy, so he grabbed the man's sleeve, waved to them, and hurried forward.