Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin were very busy every day. The company had booked an afternoon flight for them, and they had to rush to another city in the evening to prepare for a new concert. This was their job and their responsibility.
They went to bed too late after eating supper last night. They could have had a good rest at noon. The reason why they overcame the urge to sleep late and came to find Fang Yan early in the morning was that they wanted to spend more time with Mr. Fang.
But only for a short while!
Fang Yan knew that they were tired, so he didn't take them to walk too far to see any street attractions. He just wanted to find a remote and quiet teahouse where they could sit together and drink tea and chat happily.
It was an antique teahouse called the Thousand Leaves Teahouse.
The reason why Fang Yan chose this teahouse in this long alley at first glance and finally chose this teahouse as the place to drink tea was because the name of this teahouse made him feel very close.
Qian Ye. These two words represented a martial artist that was revered by others and a lady that was pitied by others.
Heaven on earth, how are they doing now?
"Chiba Teahouse, the name is quite interesting." Jiang Qin looked at the small wooden building and said, "The decoration is also very romantic."
"It's a bit Japanese style." Yuan Lin had a more accurate grasp of fashion. She looked at it carefully and said, "They mix the classical style of Hua Xia and the traditional Japanese tea ceremony culture together, so it doesn't feel out of place. The owner of this teahouse is a person with taste. And the owner is a girl, otherwise there wouldn't be such a delicate decoration style — "
Fang Yan pushed open the wooden door of the teahouse, and a beautiful girl in a white traditional Chinese dress greeted him. She asked with a smile, "Do you want a private room or a private room?"
"Mr. Fang, do we want a private room?" Jiang Qin took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and said with a smile, "The air outside is fresher. Let's sit near the window, smell the tea, and bask in the sun — it's so petty. This is the life I dreamed of when I was a child. "
Fang Yan smiled and said, "Okay. Then a private room. A window seat. "
The girl led the three of them to the wooden table and chairs on the boat, and then asked with a smile, "What kind of tea would you like to drink?"
Fang Yan looked at the decoration of the teahouse with great interest and asked, "Is the owner of this teahouse surnamed Chiba?"
"Yes." The girl nodded and said proudly, "Our master's surname is Chiba."
"Since his surname is Qianye, he should be good at the Way of Tea. I wonder if the owner could brew a pot of tea for us? "
The girl looked embarrassed and said, "Sir, I'm really sorry. The Dojo Master was busy and couldn't personally serve tea. I've also learned from the owner for two years. Why don't I serve a pot of tea to the three distinguished guests? "
Fang Yan didn't mean to make things difficult for the girl. He nodded and said, "Alright. Then you can make the tea. Just choose what you're good at. "
"Thank you for your understanding, sir." The girl bowed slightly to Fang Yan, then turned around to prepare the tea leaves.
Soon, the girl came back with a bamboo basket woven from a bamboo raft. Inside the bamboo basket was a white and elegant teapot and teacups, as well as a small plate of pale yellow tea leaves.
"Sir, I'll brew a pot of Longjing tea for you." The girl sat in front of the tea table with her upper body straight. Just this sitting posture alone made people's eyes light up.
She deftly and nimbly took out the teapot and teacups from the bamboo basket and then quietly waited.
There was no electronic iron kettle on the tea table. Seeing Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin looking at her with puzzled eyes, the girl chuckled and said, "Please wait a moment. We don't use an electric kettle to boil water. That will destroy the nutrients and vitality of the water. We'll use charcoal fire to boil the water from the Lotus Temple's well. The tea in the teahouse is fished out from a deep well in the Lotus Temple and then transported by carriage. The water from the well is sweet and clear, and it doesn't contain any bleaching powder or other toxic substances. You'll know when you taste it. "
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin's eyes lit up. "We found a treasure land!" Yuan Lin excitedly said.
"This is the first time I've heard that tea needs to be made from a well." Jiang Qin grinned and said, "I want to taste how good your Longjing tea tastes."
"Miss Jiang, Miss Yuan, we definitely won't let you down," the girl said with a sweet smile.
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin were shocked. The two looked at each other. Jiang Qin stared at the girl warily and asked, "You know us?"
"I do know Miss Jiang and Miss Yuan, but you don't have to worry," the girl explained softly. "The tea ceremony and music complement each other, especially classical music, which is the main component of our tea ceremony. Every staff member in our teahouse has to listen to a lot of classical music, and there are musicians who specialize in performing for the guests. The Arisaema group is very popular in Hua Xia, and your classical and modern music perfectly blends together, making it very easy for the public to accept. It's something we have to learn from. Last night, the teahouse master led all of us to your 'Treading on Snow for Plum Blossoms' concert. We were fortunate enough to enjoy a feast for the eyes. "
"I see," Jiang Qin said with a smile. "I didn't expect to find a bosom friend here."
"May I ask how I should address you, sister?" Yuan Lin took the initiative to ask.
"My name is Peony," the girl said.
As he spoke, a young man in gray clothes brought over a pot of boiling water with white smoke.
Peony immediately filled the pot with water and began to make tea. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water. It seemed that she had indeed spent many years immersed in the art of tea.
Fang Yan nodded. Indeed, a great teacher produces a great student.
"Sister Peony, you said that your teahouse has a musician as well. Could you ask her to perform for us?" Yuan Lin smiled.
"Of course," Peony said. She waved her hand, and another girl in traditional Chinese clothing walked over. Peony said, "Sister Lily, Miss Yuan wants to listen to a song. Why don't you play for them?"
The girl blushed slightly and said, "Then I'll just have to show off in front of an expert. I don't play well. Miss Jiang, Miss Yuan, please teach me. "
"We're looking forward to it." Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin clapped and cheered the girl on.
The girl walked over to the guzheng in the corner and sat down. She calmed herself down, and the sound of the song flowed out like a gentle breeze or the dripping of rain.
"'When Will the Lord Return'?" Jiang Qin looked at Fang Yan and explained softly.
Fang Yan nodded and listened attentively to the girl's performance.
When Lily finished playing, the three of them applauded enthusiastically.
Lily walked up to Yuan Lin and said with a red face, "Miss Yuan, I wonder … I wonder if you could give me some pointers? I feel like I didn't play very well at the last part of the song. "
Yuan Lin nodded and said, "There are some flaws. Longing for the return is a kind of deep expectation, not a kind of despair and sadness. I'll play it once, and you can listen carefully to the differences, okay? "
"Thank you, Miss Yuan," Lily said excitedly.
Yuan Lin walked over to the guzheng and sat down. She looked at where Fang Yan and Jiang Qin were sitting and quickly found the state to play. The fingers of both hands plucked on the strings. It was affectionate and made people feel a sense of loneliness and helplessness.
When the song reached its climax, the wooden door of the teahouse was forcefully pushed open with a 'bang'.
A group of men rushed into the teahouse and occupied the largest table by the window on the right.
The leader was a man in black trousers and a white shirt with a checkered vest over it. He had square eyes, thick eyebrows, and thin lips. With a cheeky smile, he said to Lily, "Ask your owner to come out and make a pot of tea for me."
"Mr. Du, I'm sorry, our owner is not here. What tea do you want to drink? I'll make it for you, okay?" Lily seemed to be very afraid of the young man, and her smile was flattering.
Pa!
A man in black slapped the table and scolded, "You're going to make tea? Who do you think you are? How can our President Du swallow the tea you make? Ask your owner to come out, or we'll smash your shop — "
"Little Black, how many times have I said that you should be polite when talking to girls?" The man in the waistcoat stopped the man beside him from showing his power. He looked at Lily with a smile and said, "These guys are all rough people. They haven't read many books, so their words are not very pleasant to hear. Miss Lily, don't lower yourself to their level."
"It doesn't matter." Lily said with a smile, "I'll make a pot of tea for Mr. Du. What tea does Mr. Du want to drink? "
"Lily, I'm sincere to you. Don't deliberately deceive me. You know that I'm here to see your owner. Ask her to come out and make me a pot of tea. I'm not a tiger. Can I eat her in one bite? "
"Mr. Du, our owner is really not here —"
Pa!
Lily's face was slapped by the man in black named Little Black.
Little Black wanted to slap again, but was stopped by the man in the waistcoat, who said, "Okay, okay. I brought you here to drink tea. I want to cultivate your temperament so that you won't get angry easily like a bunch of donkeys. We're still talking, how can you hit me? Little Black, apologize to Miss Lily. "
Little Black glanced at Lily coldly, but he didn't mean to apologize.
The man in the waistcoat smiled bitterly and said, "These stubborn donkeys, I really can't do anything about them — Lily, go and ask your owner to come out. I've been here every day this week. Except for the first two days when I could see your owner, your owner has been avoiding me these days. This is not the way to treat a guest, right? "
"Mr. Du, it's not that our owner doesn't want to see you. She's really not in the shop —"
Clang!
The man in the waistcoat kicked Lily's stomach. Lily screamed in pain, fell back to the ground, and then rolled over repeatedly. She knocked down several tea tables and several pots of flowers.
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