bestfiction Chapter 602 Tea House
Chapter 602 Tea House
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On the second day, the sky gradually woke up from the darkness, and the sounds of birds on the branches outside the window were intertwined. Lin Xiaofan woke up from his sleep, looked up, and saw that the sun had risen to the treetops.
"Husband, what are you doing today?" Fengsheng stretched lazily and asked.
"Let's play for a day first." Lin Xiaofan grinned.
After lunch, the two strolled along the street. Coming to Midnight City again gave Lin Xiaofan a completely different feeling.
When I first came here, I just thought Midnight City was so big and prosperous. Now that I have seen the prosperity of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, I feel that Midnight City is not as good as it used to be.
After walking around for more than half an hour, the two didn't find anything interesting and felt a little tired, so they went into a busy teahouse.
As soon as you enter the teahouse, a faint scent of tea hits you in the face, making you feel relaxed and happy.
There were many people in the teahouse, including ordinary people in ordinary clothes, who talked about state affairs and everything under the sun; there were also literati, dignitaries, who had a cup of tea and talked about the customs of life.
Although it was a little noisy, Lin Xiaofan quite liked the atmosphere here.
"Dear guests, what would you like to drink?" The waiter walked over quickly and asked.
Lin Xiaofan was a little confused when he heard this. He didn't know much about tea and it was his first time in a teahouse. He looked at Feng Sheng who was standing beside him and felt the same way.
He was about to ask when he saw an old man in a long robe in the corner, leisurely brewing tea. His skillful technique, calm demeanor, and the curling steam made him look like an immortal.
"Who is that? What kind of tea is he making?"
Lin Xiaofan asked curiously.
"That's the owner of our teahouse. He usually makes the fine tea himself. What he's making now is Mengding Shihua."
The waiter answered politely, not daring to be negligent. The two men in front of him were extraordinary just from their aura.
Mengding Shihua, this name Lin Xiaofan had heard of. When he gave a gift to General Sun Wufeng before, considering that drinking alcohol was harmful to his health at his age, he went to the teahouse to buy tea, and heard the shopkeeper mention it at that time.
“Just serve us this.”
Lin Xiaofan was also curious about the tea, so he spoke up.
"Okay, please wait a moment, my two guests. This is the signature dish of our store."
The waiter readily agreed and did not mention the price. The two men were obviously wealthy, and mentioning the price in front of them would only make them unhappy.
When the people around heard this, they all looked sideways, after all, this tea was not cheap. When they saw that it was two young men they had never met before, they all turned their heads away.
Not long after, a pot of tea was brought to the table, with smoke coming out of the spout, smelling delicious.
Lin Xiaofan was just about to pour some to taste when a slender hand suddenly grabbed it from the side.
"You two, how about letting me come?"
When the voice sounded, I looked up and saw a man in his twenties, dressed like a scholar, with three-dimensional features, a fair face, a little beard, and a folding fan in his hand, full of style. In this era, he is enough to be called a handsome man.
Lin Xiaofan was a little confused about the other party's identity. He didn't look like a teahouse staff! But since the other party was so proactive, he had no reason to refuse, so he put his hand down.
Seeing this, the man poured tea for the two of them and then sat aside. The scene was a little awkward.
"I see that this young man is handsome and has an extraordinary demeanor. This beautiful lady is even more beautiful, but I have never heard of their reputation in this Midnight City. I guess they are from other places?"
The man broke the awkwardness and asked.
"Exactly."
Lin Xiaofan nodded.
"My name is Pei Sheng. I'm a scholar and a little famous in this area. I think you two have a good rapport, so I want to write a poem for you. What do you think?"
The man continued.
Hearing this, Lin Xiaofan became somewhat interested. After he came here, he had never seen anyone write poetry on the spot.
And the other party's name, Pei Sheng, made him think of one of the three major families in Midnight City, the Pei family.
He came here this time to deal with the three major families, so it would be good to know more about them.
Looking at the people around, they were all looking over here, as if they were very interested in this place.
"Thank you, Brother Pei."
Lin Xiaofan cupped his hands and accepted it with pleasure.
"Sir, please ask the question."
Pei Sheng made a gesture of invitation.
Hearing this, Lin Xiaofan thought for a moment and then said:
"Since we are in a teahouse, how about we make tea the topic?"
Pei Sheng thought for a moment after hearing this, then stood up and walked around the table, saying:
"The aroma of tea lingers on your fingers, and the fragrance permeates your heart.
Savor it slowly and your mind will be calm; sip it gently and your mood will be leisurely.
A pot of tea accompanies the sun and the moon, and half a cup of fragrant tea passes the spring and autumn.
Life is like tea, which must be savored slowly; time is like a song, which can be sung at will. "
After finishing a poem, he walked back to the original place, sat down, and gently shook the folding fan in his hand, causing the hair in front of him to sway slightly.
"it is good!"
"What a poem!"
"Mr. Pei, your literary talent is getting better and better."
"As expected, he is the most talented person in Midnight City."
"In my opinion, he should be called the greatest talent in Qingzhou County."
"That's right, Brother Pei's knowledge is definitely worthy of this title."
The people around him applauded and praised him. Pei Sheng stood up, saluted to the people around him, and said quickly:
"I am over-flattered."
After the flattery, the scene fell silent again. Pei Sheng looked at Lin Xiaofan, and Lin Xiaofan also looked at him, and the scene fell silent again.
It’s no wonder that Lin Xiaofan doesn’t talk much. The main reason is that he doesn’t understand what Pei Sheng is trying to do.
Could it be that this fellow wanted to compete with me in literary talent because I was handsome? If that was the case, he, who had gone through four years of college in his previous life, could not think of a single poem.
After a while, Pei Sheng took the lead in breaking the awkward atmosphere and asked:
"Sir, what do you think of my poem?"
Hearing this, Lin Xiaofan suddenly felt something was wrong. This person was really coming for him. Although he knew nothing about poetry, he could tell that the other person's poem was well written. Naturally, he couldn't lie, so he could only praise him:
"Good poem, good poem. Brother Pei's literary talent is beyond my reach."
"You are too kind. I see that you are also a scholar, so how about we talk about academic matters?"
Pei Sheng asked, picking up a teacup beside him and placing it in front of him. Seeing this, Lin Xiaofan finally understood what the other party meant, and it turned out that he wanted to drink his tea.
He had just taken a few sips, and this tea was indeed good, but his knowledge was limited, so he could only tell the good from the bad. Pei Sheng was an interesting person, so it wouldn't hurt to give him some.
I can also take this opportunity to inquire about the situation in Midnight City.