The decoration of Qingshan Tea House is very simple, but it has an ancient charm.
The dark red counter is more than three meters long, extending longitudinally from the threshold, and is majestic and thick.
Behind the counter stands maroon wooden shelves, which are connected to the ceiling and are seamlessly integrated.
Each shelf is divided into hundreds of small square holes, where all white porcelain bottles are placed.
A wooden sign in original color hangs below the porcelain bottle, engraved with the name of the tea.
In the corner, a bright yellow incense burner is filled with mist, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus blends into the air. A gentle sniff makes people feel peaceful instantly.
Three hand-made tea tables are as smooth as mirrors, and each is equipped with four wooden chairs carved with dragons and phoenixes.
Two young men in white robes were standing behind the counter.
One person flipped through the account book and flipped the abacus, making a clicking sound.
One person wipes the shelves and concentrates on it.
My arrival did not attract the attention of the two people. Even when I coughed deliberately, no one took the initiative to receive me.
Following the instructions of the old man in the supermarket, I found a table to sit down on my own, and calmly said, "Here's a pot of distress tea."
The waiter who was moving the abacus froze, glanced at me without any trace, and shouted loudly: "Give the guest a pot of distress tea."
Following his shout, a response came from the passage behind the store: "Okay, a pot of troubled tea."
After sitting there for about ten minutes, a pretty girl brought me tea.
This girl may not be twenty years old, she looks young and she is also wearing a white robe.
She carefully put down the teapot, pushed a white bowl with blue and white patterns in front of me, bent her legs, and bowed.
After that, she bowed and left gracefully.
I nodded my thanks, picked up the teapot and filled the white bowl.
To be honest, I don’t understand tea, and I can’t understand the difference between good tea and bad tea.
If I had to describe it, I can only say that tea has only two flavors in my mouth, bitter and astringent.
So I pretended to pick up the tea bowl and took a sip. Well, it was indeed bitter and astringent.
But even if it tastes terrible, I still drink it in one gulp.
Turn the tea bowl upside down, tap the table three times, and wait quietly.
The guy who moved the abacus wiped his hands with a white cloth, trotted over to me, bowed his head respectfully and said, "Please come with me, guest."
"Thank you." I replied with a smile.
There is a staircase on the right side of the passage, and I followed the abacus man to the second floor.
Unlike the spacious and bright lobby on the first floor, the entire second floor is dimly lit and the space is small.
I squinted and noticed that the layout was somewhat similar to that of a hotel, with many private rooms arranged side by side.
The abacus clerk took me to the room marked with the "9-character symbol" on the sect and told me to sit there for a while and that a senior executive would come over later.
I sat on the sofa obediently, feeling a little uneasy in my heart for no reason.
This damn place is just selling news, why is it so mysterious?
Ding Changyou can chat while standing at the gate. It's simple, convenient, and so open.
I was thinking wildly for a moment when the door to the box was pushed open and a short-haired woman in black sat across from me.
She has a fair face, delicate facial features, and is very beautiful.
Unfortunately, there was a large black birthmark under the right cheek, which ruined the overall beauty. Under the dim light, I even felt a little scary.
"No matter what the problem is, if you come to the private room on the second floor, as long as I can solve your troubles, you will have to pay a two million answer fee." The short-haired woman said straight to the point: "If you can't answer it, it's free."
