The three of them entered the room and sat down. The proprietress Pascoma came over to serve a pot of tea, three pairs of clean cloth pads and towels.

The first time the tea was used to moisten the cup, of course it was OK to quench thirst. Kahn was not in a hurry, so he poured out the tea and soaked the cup, and then poured the tea into the jar. Kahsha sat opposite him, watching him with great enthusiasm, teasing his eyebrows and eyes, and bullying him only has one good eye.

She suddenly burst out laughing. It was so good that someone would take care of everything.

After a while, Paskema brought the pastry and teapot together. The three of them had a bit of terrifying appetite, so when they saw the pastries neatly formed into heavy pyramids, both girls exclaimed excitedly.

"These pastries were prepared by Ituler since two days ago. They are only served on holidays. If not enough, just say it and I will add them." This large plate of pastries was very heavy, and the middle-aged boss lady couldn't help but stop and take a breath and take a rest.

"Thank you, old mom." Akali closed her hands and lowered her head to greet her, then picked up a piece of pastry and threw it into her mouth.

The bottom is slightly burnt, the middle is soft and sweet, rich and rich. Akali shouted that it was delicious. This pastry would have saved her life, otherwise she would be choked to death if she stayed by the two of them.

"Just like it."

Paskema used a towel to penetrate sweat, and the smile patterns in the corners of his eyes were piled up.

It is a blessing for young people to eat, I hope they can like it.

Kasha was thinking about whose name Ituler was when he heard an old man coming in at the door, and then Pascoma shouted outside.

"There are more and more guests. After Itul has hung up the lanterns, he will come in to entertain him."

"Come on." The tall old man responded, put a towel on his shoulder, and walked straight to the old man who had not sat down.

"Sit down, please, what do you want to order?"

"I don't order anything, I..." The old man wanted to speak but stopped, as if what he wanted to say was a bit difficult to say.

"It's okay, just say it." Ituler looked at him patiently.

"I want to bring my son back..."

"Your son is not here."

"He is here, he becomes..." The old man's voice suddenly choked: "He becomes a flower."

"The dead are gone. The old man is in poor health. Don't be too sad." Ituler's eyes were filled with sadness, as if he understood this pain very much.

"He died on the battlefield and could not be found. My wife was inconvenient in her legs and feet, so she wanted to make his spiritual flowers into flower tea and take them back to her to cure her heart disease." The old man wrinkled his shriveled mouth: "I heard that this is the best teahouse in the town..."

"I don't know how to make tea. I'll let the master come and tell you." Ituler walked in and triggered, and the old man shivered and restlessly.

Not only did Akali tactfully restrain her chewing voice, but the guests at other tables also lamented one after another, sympathizing with the old man's experience.

An old man came to Weili from afar, just to bring back the only thing related to his son who died in battle. What kind of bitterness does a short sentence carry? And there are still many lonely families who lose their son in their old age.

Paskema came to the old man and asked, "Old man, do you want to make flower tea?"

The old man nodded: "This is medicine for us."

"I'm sorry, I want to help, but I can't do anything about it." Paskema lowered his head sadly: "The spirit tree has not sprouted yet, so I'm afraid... it's not blooming this year."

A good cook cannot cook without rice. How can you make flower tea without flowers?

"Okay, I'm still rushing back to take care of my wife... I'll come again next year to trouble the master." After hearing this, the old man almost fell down tremblingly. Ituler went up to support him. The old man nodded and walked towards the door without saying anything.

Pascoma asked the old man to sit down and drink some tea and eat some pastries before leaving, but the old man waved his hand and refused, and turned into the crowd at the door and disappeared quickly.

"Oh, what's this?"

Kasha suddenly felt very worried that the old lady and her son would meet at the other end of the curtain next year, and she would change from waiting for two people to leaving behind by one person.

"Boss lady." Kahn suddenly called Pascoma, and Katha couldn't help but look up at what he was going to say.

"What's wrong? Isn't it to your appetite?"

"No, I want to ask if this pot of spiritual tea is the same as what the old man said just now?" He pointed to the teapot on the table and poured the tea into the cup. It was fragrant because it was too hot and hadn't drunk it.

Kahn felt that even if the flower tea made with blooming spirit flowers was delicious, it would be a little uneasy. After all, it was a spiritual flower that had carried the soul of the dead. The subjective feeling was a bit like making tea with ashes, full of taboos and disrespect.

"It's different." Pascoma shook her head, reassuring Kahn.

"This is tea for psychics," said the boss lady.

"Psychic?" Kahn felt that this psychic might not be the same as what he understood.

"Yes, the blooming spirit flowers only bloom for one night. If you cannot find the soul of your relatives in the flowers that night, it means you will miss it forever. And this spiritual tea can help people find their relatives in the blooming spirit flowers all over the mountains."

"Oh." Kahn nodded: "The blooming spirit flowers will not bloom this year. Is it useful to drink them?"

Many people have worried that Ionia will no longer have “blooming spirits”, and this sign indicates that the imbalance still soaks the land and the people.

Pascoma shook her head: "This is the custom here."

"Okay, thank you for solving the problem." Kahn picked up the teacup and took a sip, while the boss lady continued to greet the guests.

The three of them ate pastries and tea, and the sweetness of the refreshment diluted the bitter mood.

Kahn and Kasha chatted from time to time, while watching the two of them busy in the store.

He saw Ituler move a bunch of iron tools to the kitchen door, which were almost all the sharp weapons in the house, including kitchen knives, hacksaws, hooks and sickles, and a family-born rust iron sword.

Ituler picked up one of the sharp objects and dug a hole under the corner of the tea room.

The roots of the room were thick and strong. He used a little force and carefully stuffed the first knife under the roots of the tree.

Then he changed the room and repeated the above operations.

"What is this doing?" Kasha asked.

"Putting sharp weapons on the Blossom Spirit Day is to pray for peace of the festival and let us put aside the disputes of the past during the festival." Akali said that although she knew, she never did.

She was alone outside, and her weapon was her best protection and could not be buried in the soil.

This custom is related to a legend. In the legend, a pair of good brothers became enemies because of a pair of magic swords. Later, they realized that the dispute was all caused by magic swords, so they buried the source of all disputes and reconciled them.

"Times have changed, I think this custom needs to be changed somewhat." Even Akali said so.

“How to change?”
Chapter completed!