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Chapter 97

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After resting for five minutes, Zhang Zian struggled to stand up and followed Jiang Qianxue up the mountain.

The porter had aroused a lot of interest in the live broadcast room. It was not uncommon to see teahouses or teahouses that used high-end mineral water, but a teahouse that used high-end mineral water and was located on the mountain was quite new.

How much did a pot of tea cost?

As they approached the top of the mountain, the mist did not dissipate, but became thicker. The air was also very humid, and the sky was gloomy. It seemed that it might really rain. The vendor selling umbrellas at the foot of the mountain was probably not exaggerating.

Just when Zhang Zian was about to give up on the endless stone steps, the mountain suddenly turned right, and the view suddenly opened up. A flat mountain top replaced the forest that looked exactly the same.

In fact, this was not the real top of the mountain. It was about 20 or 30 meters away from the top. However, the top of the mountain was very narrow, so it was not easy for people to stand. Therefore, most tourists reached the top of the mountain by walking here. Only a small group of obsessive-compulsive patients would not stop until they reached the real top.

Although there was not a single tourist on the mountain road, there were two or three kittens at the top of the mountain. A few people, who seemed to be from a university club, were holding high-end cameras and looking for the best angle to shoot. Two families, who seemed to know each other, were resting on stone benches prepared for tourists. They were talking and laughing from time to time. A pair of hateful lovers were making out under a century-old tree at the top of the mountain … Zhang Zian touched his pocket, but unfortunately, he did not bring a lighter.

A group of energetic old people who regarded climbing as a daily task were preparing to go down the mountain together. They saw Zhang Zian, who was as tired as a dog, and could not help but make fun of him. "Young man, you need to exercise more! You are not as good as the little girl! "

There were some scattered buildings at the top of the mountain, such as a pavilion and an observation deck. There were also a few shops selling food and souvenirs. However, after all, it was not a famous mountain, so most tourists brought their own food and drink. Few people visited.

Jiang Qianxue and Zhang Zian immediately saw the legendary teahouse — Teahouse in Hidden Fog.

It was an antique two-story wooden building, very similar to the teahouses in ancient martial arts movies. It was particularly eye-catching among the old buildings that were covered in dust. The teahouse did not occupy a large area, but it was very exquisite. There were also antique lanterns hanging under the eaves of the corridors. The signboard also seemed to be the work of a famous contemporary calligrapher. It could be said to be made with iron strokes and silver hooks.

Although Mt. Hidden Fog was not high, it was not easy to build a teahouse on the top of the mountain. The building materials had to be carried up from the ground, which made people wonder if they could recover the cost. It was unlikely that they would be transported up by helicopter, right?

Jiang Qianxue pointed the camera at the teahouse, letting the audience feast their eyes. Zhang Zian was also looking around with his phone. Others thought he was taking pictures, but he was actually looking for traces of rare elfins.

There was nothing in the open space at the top of the mountain, so it was most likely that the rare pet was hidden in the teahouse.

A shadow flashed at the entrance of the teahouse, and the porter from before walked out with an empty pole on his shoulder. He looked very relaxed and happy, probably because the four boxes of mineral water had been exchanged for cash. He walked around the open space at the top of the mountain and took out a plastic bag from his trouser pocket. He picked up the empty drink bottles that people had left behind and put them into the bag. Then, he nodded at Zhang Zian and the others and strode down the mountain behind the old man's daily climbing team.

The students from the photography club noticed them wandering in front of the teahouse, and kindly came over to remind them, "The tea in this teahouse is very expensive. We just went in and took a look, and we were scared out of our wits."

Jiang Qianxue said carelessly, "It's normal that it's expensive. The water is carried up from the foot of the mountain."

She was about the same age as them, and she looked young and pretty. It could be said that they came over to remind Zhang Zian because of her. If it was only Zhang Zian, they would not have bothered to come over.

"It's not about the price." They laughed.

The more they talked like this, the more curious Snowy became. She said to Zhang Zian, "Mr. Store Manager, let's go in and have a look?"

Zhang Zian wiped his sweat, "You go in first, I'll take a breather outside."

She couldn't wait to jump into the teahouse.

Seeing Snowy go in, the students from the photography club immediately wanted to leave, but Zhang Zian stopped one of them and asked, "How expensive is it?"

"… Go in and have a look yourself." They shook off his hand and continued to look for angles to take pictures of the scenery.

Were they really taking pictures of the scenery? Zhang Zian suspected that they were just pretending to be cool on the top of the mountain to attract girls' attention. Maybe they even borrowed the cameras.

After cooling down a little, he also walked into the teahouse.

"Welcome, how many?" A young girl wearing a waiter's uniform walked over with a smile.

The interior of the teahouse was decorated elegantly. There were a total of six sets of mahogany tables and chairs on the first floor, separated by splash-ink landscape screens to provide privacy. The carved wooden window frames were wide open, so that customers could enjoy the scenery of the top of the mountain even when they were sitting and drinking tea. The walls between the windows were hung with famous calligraphies and paintings, but they were too freehand. Zhang Zian's attainments in art were almost zero, so he really could not understand what was written or what was painted. The lighting in the teahouse was also provided by a few antique lanterns.

Behind the bar — or rather, behind the counter, stood a woman in her early thirties wearing a cheongsam.

Cheongsam had very high requirements for the figure and temperament. It was difficult for ordinary people to fully display the charm of the cheongsam. High-end cheongsam were custom-made to ensure that the exquisite curves of the body could be displayed.

The woman wore the cheongsam very well, probably because her appearance had some classical beauty, as if she had traveled through time from the Republic of China or the late Qing Dynasty. Behind her was a row of sandalwood shelves with all kinds of ceramic tea pots. When she met Zhang Zian's eyes, she slightly nodded to greet him.

There were no other customers.

The delicate fragrance of tea permeated the air.

Jiang Qianxue was holding her mobile phone and taking pictures of the interior of the teahouse. She also interacted with the audience in a low voice from time to time. The female owner of the teahouse did not intend to stop her from taking pictures. Zhang Zian let out a sigh of relief. Unlike the Longfeng jewelry store, taking pictures with mobile phones was allowed here.

The waiter immediately understood. She looked at Jiang Qianxue and asked, "Customers are together?"

Zhang Zian nodded, "Sort of."

The waiter said, "Please feel free to take a seat. Just let me know if you need anything." Then he went back to the counter and stood side by side with the female owner. The two of them talked in a low voice. Next to the counter, there was a small brass stove burning with charcoal. Four kettles were placed side by side on the counter. The colors were silver, brass, black, and brown.

Zhang Zian also raised his mobile phone and glanced around the teahouse. He immediately found his target.

[Game Tip]: Target confirmed — the benevolent and righteous cat.

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