Hearing the words of the two followers, Sima Fang was already curious, but he still subconsciously belittled them.
"What kind of tea have you two had? This is the best? What about the soup and tea at the imperial banquet?"
The two attendants looked at each other awkwardly, lowered their heads, and did not dare to say anything more.
After all, they really haven't had any tea, and they don't dare to compare with the well-informed master.
However, this milk tea is really delicious!
The older servant had been following Sima Fang for a long time. He thought he had more dignity than the average servant and asked tentatively:
"Master, it's cold outside, but this milk tea is so hot that it will warm you up. Do you want to deign to have a taste?"
He really couldn't bear to let the master miss such a good thing.
Moreover, if the master tastes milk tea elsewhere in the future and thinks it is delicious, he will inevitably blame them and say that they are not responsible enough.
Sima Fang looked into his entourage's shining eyes and paused for a long time. He waited until the milk cart in the teapot boiled and an alluring aroma came out, and then he nodded gently.
The two attendants were overjoyed and hurriedly prepared cups. They poured the master a cup first and brought it to Sima Fang eagerly. "Master, please, please heat it carefully."
"Hmm." Sima Fang held it and motioned for his entourage to put the things down. He would first read the pinyin alphabet in his hand before talking.
However, the moment the follower turned around, he swallowed secretly.
But the aristocratic etiquette cannot be abolished. No matter how much he longed for it in his heart, he waited until the two attendants drank their portion happily before he pretended not to care and picked up the cup of cold milk tea.
The aroma is a little lighter than before, but it still smells as alluring.
Sima Fang blew open the off-white milk foam on it and took a sip. The spiciness of the ginger juice and the sweetness of the milk were mixed together, balancing each other out, making it as smooth as satin.
Sima Fang's eyes lit up, he realized the change in his expression, and quickly looked back at his two followers.
The two attendants who were staring at him met their master's gaze and hurriedly lowered their heads, pretending not to see his enjoyment, secretly looking at each other and smiling.
Sure enough, after a while, I heard a faint voice coming from inside the house: "It's okay, it's good to warm yourself up, let's have another drink."
The two followers were overjoyed at first, Amway was a success.
Then he saw the teapot that had been empty by the two of them. He looked at Sima Fang in embarrassment and said anxiously:
"Master, there is no more..."
"Won't you ask for another one?" Sima Fang said angrily.
The older attendant explained: "Only these two portions are gone. You said before that you would give them all to the slave, so the slave has already drank them all..."
Sima Fang: "..."
The three eyes looked at each other, and Sima Fang felt that his face was burning from being looked at by these two pairs of innocent eyes.
It was like being given two big slaps on the face.
Fortunately, the embarrassment did not last long, and the confidant who went to the bathhouse came back refreshed.
"Master, this bathhouse is really comfortable. The hot water pours from head to toe, making everyone feel warm. Moreover, it's not cold at all in the bathhouse. Do you want to go and wash yourself?" the confidant said excitedly.
Sima Fang waved his hands to the two followers, out of sight and out of mind.
Then he looked at the refreshing appearance of his confidant and asked dubiously: "Is it really so warm?"
He didn't quite believe it.
This man is getting older, and his health is getting worse and worse than before. I remember when he was young, he would dare to wash his face with cold water in the cold weather.
Now that I'm older, if I put warm water on my face, I'll shiver with the cold whenever there's a bit of wind blowing in.
Not to mention bathing in winter.
Even in the old house where the fire dragon was burning, I didn't dare to strip naked and get into the bathtub.
If a gust of cold wind accidentally blows here, his old bones will definitely be destroyed immediately.
But things are no longer the same as before. The cronies wanted to expose Xu Jiajun’s public bathhouse to the whole world. They stepped forward and said excitedly:
"Master, you don't know that the bathhouse is very warm, and it is not ventilated at all. It is filled with water vapor. It makes people feel very hot, but it is really not cold at all."
"No, dinner won't be here for a while, why not take this time to take a hot bath."
As he said that, he saw Sima Fang was a little moved, so he kept up his efforts, "I asked the director of the inn. Not all inns have public bathhouses. There is only one every three hundred miles."
"The next one with such a big bathhouse will have to wait until the county seat of Zhuoxian."
"Three hundred miles? So far?" Sima Fang'an couldn't help it. It was true that there was no shop like this after passing this village.
Even though there was nothing on his face, seeing the refreshing appearance of his confidant, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he just felt a little itchy and unbearable.
The confidant was indeed a confidant. He could read his master's thoughts at a glance and boldly pulled him up from the kang, "Let's go, let's go. If you stay later, you will miss dinner."
Sima Fang then got off the kang, called two attendants at the door, took a change of clothes, and went to the public bathroom.
As soon as he entered the bathroom door, a burst of hot water vapor hit his face, and Sima Fang knew that there was no way he could refuse such warmth.
The water with just the right temperature is sprayed from the overhead shower, and the hair can also be washed together.
The soap made from saponins and pig pancreas was applied all over the body, and when washed with water, the sticky feeling on his body disappeared instantly. Sima Fang felt that the skin on his body had never been so refreshing before, and he let out a sigh of comfort.
“Not bad, not bad, really good~”
No wonder that brat Zhongda never wanted to go back when he arrived at Xujiazhuang.
Sima Fang wanted to flush the hot water again, but unfortunately, he ran out of hot water.
Because it is a public bathhouse in a posthouse, it is free inside, so there is a fixed amount of two buckets of hot water per person. Sima Fang used the free internal quota, and if he wanted to add another bucket of hot water, he would have to pay extra.
The Xu Jiajun's territory was full of chips, and Sima Fang couldn't send anyone to replace the chips now. He could only dry his hair and body with a large towel and exit from the bathhouse.
Looking at the Xu Jiajun people who passed by with their short hair neatly sticking to their scalps and drying it with a towel in two or three times, and then looking at his long hair that was coiled on top of his head and held up with a towel to prevent air leakage, Sima Fang showed an expression of sudden realization.
"So that's it..."
It turns out that the reason why Xu Jiajun basically has short hair is to wash his hair and dry it quickly to avoid getting cold.
This is quite convenient.
He didn't dare to sigh, but he sighed. Sima Fang, who was already wearing the military uniform of the Xu family, was determined not to give up his long hair.
Even if he had to go back to the house and roast it on the fire for half an hour, the idea that his body and skin were affected by his parents could no longer be shaken.
After taking a hot bath and feeling lighter, he had a comfortable dinner and lay on the warm fire bed. Sima Fang, who had been suffering from insomnia for many days, slept until dawn.
