The harbor at night is no more lively than during the day. Although Qixing has lifted the curfew, Liyue residents are influenced by the ancient tradition of working at sunrise and resting at sunrise. People who travel at night do not travel at night unless it is a ceremony to invite immortals.
Much.
This day was an ordinary night. Famas and Ying finished their meal at Wanmin Hall and left with Master Mao's "Welcome to come back next time" greeting.
Famas waved his hand and sent Ying and Paimon to find the hotel where they were staying. Then he walked alone to the corridor under the Yujing Terrace and walked slowly towards the Heyu Teahouse on the second floor.
It was quiet all around, the lotus flowers in the pool behind me had already bloomed, floating on the water together with the lanterns lit at night, the breeze was blowing, swaying, the fragrance floating in the ripples mixed with the refreshing saltiness of the sea water, passing through the tip of the nose, secreting
The heart and spleen.
Heyu Tea House was full of people. Liu Su, the storyteller standing on the lotus platform, was stunned. The listeners and passers-by around him were all excited. There were a few bolder middle-aged old customers who shouted to him to come again.
Tell me a paragraph.
Liu Su closed the fan, clapped it in his hands, and squinted his eyes with a smile, speaking in a measured tone: "Thank you for your appreciation today, I will talk about it again."
"It is said that more than 4,000 years ago, during the Demon God War, the earth was desolate and the people were in dire straits. In order to win the spot of the [Seven Rulers of the World], the demon gods from all walks of life fought against each other, and they wrote some touching stories."
While Liu Su was telling stories from thousands of years ago, waiters in T-shirts shuttled among the tea guests listening to books, adding boiling tea to the guests, while also greeting new guests.
There was a lot of sweat on his forehead, and he wiped the towel hanging around his neck. His face was full of red light, and he looked longingly at the storyteller Liu Su on the lotus platform who was talking endlessly.
Liu Su is prospering in this teahouse, and probably in the next few days, Mr. Fan will elevate him to a new status, even a new Dr. Tea, which is much better than a young man like him.<
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"Hey, Mr. Zhongli is also here for tea today."
Seeing the man in black and gold robes sitting in the teahouse, the waiter quickly shouted and helped Zhongli refill the almost finished tea.
"You've been coming to our place a lot lately. I wonder if the tea is still to your liking?"
Hearing the words of the waiter beside him, Zhongli stared at the bubbling boiling water, and glanced at the waiter silently. Apart from the smile, the remaining few thoughts in his eyes were actually this man who had read countless people.
The waiter doesn’t even understand.
"Another golden tea, I want the freshest one."
Zhongliqing cooled down with a soft low voice.
The waiter's eyes kept rolling, and finally after the man added a cup of top-notch tea, he asked: "Sir, there are more than one person today?"
Fortunately, Zhongli had a calm temperament and didn't mind the waiter's nagging. He just quietly turned the tea list in his hand to the last page and checked the tea list.
"Two golden cups of tea... Counting the time, the warrior who pays the bill will be here soon."
Zhongli responded to the waiter’s question.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the waiter immediately bent down and asked Zhongli, who was drinking tea alone, to wait. He went to the back kitchen to take his order. When he came back, he already had a pot of brewed tea soup in his hand.
The tea soup is golden, and if you look closely, you can see a hint of crimson at the bottom of the soup. This is Liyue's top-grade golden silk tea. The red color at the bottom of the pot is called "falling red", which is one of the signs of the freshness of the tea. p>
The waiter quickly rushed back to Zhongli's table, carrying a small hanging teapot.
"Two cups of the best golden silk tea, floor-length red~"
With a long drawl, the waiter shouted and raised the teapot. Along with the sound of gurgling tea, red and yellow tea was poured into two translucent white porcelain teacups.
"Mr. Zhongli, I have to ask you to promote our family's golden silk tea. I am not bragging. Calling it 'Liyue's best tea' is not an exaggeration, right?"
Looking sideways at the extremely attentive waiter, Zhongli took the teapot and lowered his eyes with a smile: "It's not an exaggeration."
"Oh, you are a person who understands tea."
When the waiter saw that Zhongli didn't refute, he was quite sincere. He thought that this customer was just like the regular customers in the shop, a person who really understood and loved tea, so he stopped talking about it for a while.
Lei’s thoughts.
Mr. Zhong is good at everything, even if he often owes tea money, he can't help but be humble and knowledgeable, and he won't look down on servants like them. The waiters in the shop also take care of Zhongli, even if he often doesn't pay for tea.
, will also quietly find a place for him in the corner and make him a pot of free rock tea.
"I won't tell you anymore. Our old store has been open for a while, but the business has always been tepid."
"You said there are no people. There are many people in Liyue Port who like the tea in Heyu Teahouse. But if you say there are people, these are the only regular customers who come often. Mr. Fan is kind-hearted and he is in a good mood.
, with a wave of his hand, he saved the baskets of money for tea, and the money he earned in one day was not as much as the reward from the storyteller."
"Well, just because you are a new regular customer, I won't talk about these things anymore, otherwise the second master will punish me to copy books again..."
Zhongli, who smiled gently, just took the teapot handed by the waiter and poured a small cup to himself. A trace of indifference flashed in his black stone eyes, as if he was talking to himself, but also seemed to be preaching.
Meaning.
"I see that you also know some tea ceremony, so I can understand the store owner's painstaking efforts."
"Do you know how many generations have passed down the Heyu Tea House? How many centuries has it been since Mr. Fan's generation?"
"The teahouse has opened to the extent of Mr. Fan, and the small building here has already carried more than just the reputation of tea."
Not far away, the storyteller's tone was cadenced, his eyes under the black mirror rolled, and shone cunningly, laying a foreshadowing in the story. The onlookers around him were playing with the tea bowls in their hands, exchanging cups with their friends.
I don’t know if I was chatting about the stories I heard or just chatting about everyday things.
The small store is located deep in the corner of Liyue, with the fragrance of tea overflowing, adding to its secular popularity in a leisurely and elegant environment.
"Tea needs to be tasted first for its environment, second for its taste, and third for its emotion."
The waiter nodded thoughtfully, and was carried away by Zhongli's thoughts for no apparent reason. Mr. Fan always kept talking about these mysterious and mysterious words, which clearly made his ears tingle.
But from Zhongli's words, Taste Taste felt it was reasonable, and his fear of suddenly losing his job one day disappeared a lot. After nodding and bowing, he took the teapot and went to refill the tea for other guests. p>
"During the Demon God War, a tyrant emerged from the ancient country of Munata. In order to pursue immortality, this tyrant spread a terrifying plague that permeated the entire country. In order to consolidate his rule, he ordered slaves to build a building as high as ten thousand feet and one hundred feet high.
The thick city wall and castle, let alone conquering this castle, even ordinary people like us would have to climb it for three days and three nights..."
"Fortunately, our Lord Yan heard about this. How could he let the tyrant continue to kill innocent people? He picked up his weapon and single-handedly attacked the tyrant's castle..."
The storyteller Liu Suzheng was telling the story happily, and he was about to reach the most exciting part of defeating the tyrant and rescuing the people. However, he didn't expect a young man in red clothes with red eyes and an evil expression to walk up to the stairs on the second floor of the teahouse.
After glancing at the tea patrons in the teahouse, the young man's eyes turned to Liu Su.