The road was littered with fallen leaves, giving it a more or less desolate look in the autumn mood.
Pedestrians on the street have taken off their cool summer clothes and put on long-sleeved T-shirts.
Ling Feng wore a pair of black canvas shoes, worn jeans, and a dark yellow long-sleeved T-shirt. The clean canvas shoes stepped on the fallen leaves on the road, which complemented the somewhat desolate environment. She definitely looked good.
framing material.
Of course, Ling Feng didn't come to this place just to take pictures.
I saw a simple and solemn signboard on the left side of the road, with the words "Shuxiang Tea House" written on it.
There was a somewhat down-and-out man at the door, wearing a suit that was a little old and a little out of shape. But from the look on his face, he seemed to care about the suit he was wearing.
As soon as the man saw Ling Feng, he immediately put on a smile and came towards him.
This man was Weihan's father. Ling Feng had no favorable impression of him at all. He could even say that he was disgusted. He could not forget that Weihan's father looked down on him and blocked him.
At the door, there is a scene where you can't even get in without a gate.
No one can greet the other person with a smile without any barriers after others look down upon him and trample on his dignity. The same is true for Ling Feng, even if this man is Wei Han's father.
"What do you want from me?" Although Ling Feng acted very calmly, he didn't even want to call him uncle, which already showed his attitude.
"Hey!" Faced with Ling Feng's lukewarm attitude, the former director of the health bureau has completely put down his dignity as the director of the health bureau. "Xiao Ling, what happened in the past was all my fault, my dog
If you look down on others, just look at Weihan's face, don't bother with me!"
Having said that, Ling Feng couldn't put on a bad face anymore.
Besides, now he has been punished. Not only was he demoted from the position of Director of the Health Bureau to that of a common man, but he also lost his fortune and barely managed to avoid jail. Otherwise, he would be appointed as the Director of the Health Bureau.
His bad deeds during this period, even being locked up for twenty years, can be considered as a benefit to him.
Ling Feng followed him and walked into this scholarly teahouse. It was truly unique inside, very different from the low-key signboard outside.
Judging from the fact that Weihan's father is very familiar with it, he probably went to this kind of place for entertainment a lot when he was in office.
The two found a secluded private room. Weihan's father shouted directly, "Have a pot of Biluochun before the rain."
"Uncle, why did you invite me here?" Ling Feng asked politely.
"Xiao Ling, don't worry, let's drink tea and chat!"
A pot of tea came up. Weihan's father smacked his lips as if drooling. He couldn't wait to pour himself a cup of steaming fragrant tea. He closed his eyes and pressed it deeply against the rim of the cup, feeling full.
He took a deep breath and said, "Wow, this smell is so fragrant!"
Ling Feng didn't have much research on tea. He didn't know much about tea tasting. Drinking tea was a difficult thing. He didn't have the patience to taste tea slowly. For him, anything that could quench his thirst was a good thing.
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Weihan's father took a sip of tea and licked his lips. Suddenly, his face, which he had been enjoying a moment ago, suddenly changed.
"Waiter!" He frowned and shouted angrily.
A male waiter wearing a Tang suit walked in.
"Sir, may I help you with anything?"
"What kind of tea is this? Is this considered Biluochun before the rain?" Weihan's father slammed the cup on the table.
"Sir, this is Biluochun before the rain!" the waiter replied.
I guess the waiter was thinking the same thing as Ling Feng, can you really taste the Biluo before and after the spring rain?
"Is it the Biluochun before the rain? Can't I still taste it? Get me a real pot of Biluochun before the rain! If it's like this again, I'll ruin your business!"
The waiter walked out in embarrassment. After a while, a graceful head waitress wearing a cheongsam walked in.
As soon as I saw him, I immediately raised my eyebrows and said, "Hey, I just heard that someone was going to cause trouble. I thought it was someone who was so bold. It turns out to be the Director! Oh, yes, it's the former Director."
"What is your attitude? Now that I am sitting here, I am a guest. Is this how you treat guests here?" Weihan's father was so angry that his face turned purple. When he was still the director, he came here to drink tea.
This foreman was always trying to please her, but now that she was dismissed, she immediately turned against him and refused to acknowledge him.
"Hey, Mr. Former Director! Don't you know about our teahouse? Although it has a signboard, it has been providing a place for entertainment for those officials. Ordinary guests cannot afford it!" The woman in charge was very unhappy.
The face-saving person said.
She is telling the truth. The good tea here is reserved for the officials. Ordinary people come in and just give some tea to make a pot of tea. The garbage tea on the street costs ten yuan and three pounds, and you can come here with it.
Just casually write the name of the fine Longjing Tieguanyin and mark it with Wan'er Baqian.
"Do you think I have no money?"
"Don't you have one?" The foreman said so directly. "Former Director, I don't need to tell you, you should know that the official hat is our VIP card here, even if you are just a small official, you will enjoy it.
You are treated differently. In the past, you were the director, and we supported you. Now you are just a commoner, do you still expect us to support you? Are you tired?"
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"If you want Yuqian Biluochun, you can! For 3,980 a pot, I will definitely give you the best and most authentic Yuqian Biluochun!"