Zhao Changan drove Liu Yihui's Jinbei to the agreed-upon Doulao shop. When he got off the car, he saw Liu Mingxiong, Lang Ruping, and Mai Guixue sitting in a pavilion by a small river with weeping willows not far from the parking lot.

Have afternoon tea.

Sitting with her knees bent on the soft cushion next to her, a girl with her hair tied up in a high bun revealed her long and graceful neck. She had a graceful figure and her upper body was leaning forward. From the side, she looked like she had a slim waist, big butt, and very white legs.

The female tea artist in the high-slit cheongsam is performing tea art.

There is also a female piano player with long black straight hair and wearing casual clothes who is playing the guzheng clang-zheng.

The spring breeze is gentle, the sunshine is just right, and the long strips of weeping willows are gently swaying in the river breeze. It is suitable for leisurely spending a peaceful afternoon tea time.

Especially the female tea master in cheongsam who was sitting on her knees and pouring tea. The curve of her waist was very attractive. Zhao Changan, the mule, only glanced at it and felt in his heart that if the big millstone in the mill turned the mule

Put it on the rack, cover it with black cloth and grind it with stones. The rhythm of "squeaking, squeaking, squeaking, squeaking, squeaking, squeaking" must be very touching.

"These three old sticks will really enjoy it."

Zhao Changan muttered something and strode over.

"The three big bosses really enjoy themselves. The place is good, the tea is good, the piano is good, and the girl is pretty."

Zhao Changan walked over, and before the three Lao Bangchui, who had actually seen him long ago but pretended not to see him, stood up and sat down carelessly on the empty chair that was reserved for him.

Come down.

The sound flowing from the fingertips of the female violinist paused slightly, and then the sound continued to flow clearly.

However, he raised his head, slightly raising his pretty face with a Western style, and gave Zhao Changan an angry look with his clear and bright eyes.

So Zhao Changan knew that this beautiful female piano player should be the junior of these three old people, so he glanced at this thin woman with ordinary breasts, looking specifically at the hot female tea sommelier.

To be fair, although the appearance of this female tea sommelier can only be regarded as a pretty ordinary face, it is far inferior to the slightly Western-style and aggressive face of the female violinist. However, in terms of figure, she is

, this female tea sommelier is simply a few steps ahead of this flat girl.

But at Zhao Changan's level, he has long since broken away from the low-level level of looking at women only for their faces.

It doesn't matter if you turn off the lights or turn off the lights, it doesn't matter. The feel and figure, whether you can coo or not, and whether you know how to cooperate well are more important.

"It's not that we know how to enjoy it, it's that Lao Mai and Lao Lang are now idlers enjoying our retirement life early. When you come here, you will see that the scenery is good, the tea is good, the piano is good, and Lao Liu's girl is beautiful, but our state of mind is that this place

It’s not bad, and it’s enough for us to spend a few days doing nothing.”

Mai Guixue said with a smile: "I am not as young as you. I am so busy with my career that I wish I could break into two pieces every minute."

"I didn't praise her for her beauty. I meant that the tea artist was beautiful. I didn't mean that the tea artist had a good-looking face, good-looking figure, and graceful appearance. I meant that her exquisite and elegant tea art made people forget about vulgarity. This is a kind of pure

Appreciation without any other meaning."

When Zhao Changan heard that she was Liu Mingxiong's daughter, he quickly rectified his name. He didn't mean that Liu Mingxiong's daughter was beautiful. He didn't want his words of "molesting" Liu Cui's cousin to reach Liu Cui's ears in the future.

Moreover, my "admiration" of this female tea artist must be justified. I am not admiring her good figure that is bulging forward and backward, which would be very sexy if it were stretched by a mule. Instead, I stand on the inheritance of human intangible culture.

Appreciate China's ancient and long-standing tea culture.

"Haha~"

The three veterans, including Liu Mingxiong, all laughed in understanding.

The more they deny it, the more they agree with it. They all understand this!

They were young once, and now they are in their forties or fifties, and they like to find young pretty girls. With the help of small pills at critical moments, they can still fight tough battles. Naturally, they know the truth and lies in what Zhao Changan said.

In fact, the reason why the three old men think this Doulao shop is good is not because the food is good and the prices are fair and affordable, but because the figure of the female tea sommelier really appeals to them, meat-loving gluttons like them.

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"No more playing!"

The flat girl looked at her disrespectful father and two elders, as well as Zhao Changan, a young man with a strong sense of inheritance. The four of them looked like a bitch, and she felt a little unhappy in her heart.

flame.

Immediately, he no longer had any thoughts about playing. He stood up and put away his finger cots and guzheng while glancing at the female tea sommelier who was in great shape and was pouring tea in a fake manner.

He curled his lips at Zhao Changan with disdain: "Were you very hungry when you were a child? Your family was very poor and you were so short of milk to drink? Why don't you buy a few cows and keep them at home? You can put your mouth to drink at any time when you want to drink."

"Haha~, you are very humorous."

Zhao Changan laughed dryly, and wisely refused to get along with this noble girl with a bad temper who knew at first sight that she was not easy to deal with.

As for the relatives in Liu Cui's bloodline, it was enough for him to have Liu Cui alone, but he did not dare to think about the blessings of sleeping with sisters and sharing the same family, something that Zhao Changan himself did not understand well.

After all, Su Zhengfan and Duan Fengqing were very kind to him, and Su Ying, Liu Mingjie and his wife were also very good people, not to mention Liu Cui's dependence on him and his friendship in the past two years.

There are so many beautiful women in the world. There is no need for Zhao Changan to be so persistent. He insists on playing tricks like those sisters, which makes Liu Cui lose face in the family and makes her feel sad.

Therefore, Zhao Changan did not want to mess with this smooth girl and Liu Cui's cousin.

"She's not humorous, she's a dick! This is my daughter Liu Anqi."

Liu Mingxiong smiled and scolded his daughter, looked at her and said, "Go to your mother's place to play. Tell them, Chang'an, everything will be fine tonight, right?"

Zhao Changan shook his head: "Actually, I'm not that busy."

"Tell your mother that the dinner will be sumptuous, and I will entertain distinguished guests." "Junior, junior, I don't dare to talk about distinguished guests."

Zhao Changan quickly denied it.

"Forget it, I'd better drink tea here. The sound of mahjong is just like the noise made by a swarm of flies."

However, when Liu Mingxiong's daughter heard that her father was going to expel her and act as a mouthpiece, she immediately became unhappy.

Whether drinking tea by the river and looking at the scenery, or watching a few old women playing mahjong in a private room of a hotel, the flat girl is still loyal to her true inner thoughts.

As for these disrespectful old men and this young man who is better than blue, the light in his eyes should be completely ignored and blocked by them.

Zhao Changan took the frozen top tea from the female tea artist Xiaobai's hand, and his fingertips felt a little cool when his skin touched it.

This is the absorption caused by the female tea master's hand skin always coming into contact with the hot steam from the boiling water in the teapot, which condenses on the skin to form countless small droplets invisible to the naked eye, and then evaporates due to its own temperature and the wind from the river.

Thermal cooling effect.

Zhao Changan opened the lid of the tea and smelled the refreshing fragrance of the tea. His spirits immediately lifted. He took a sip and his mouth was full of bitter taste.

"Good tea," he praised, "good tea art!"

Liu Mingxiong, Lang Ruping, and Mai Guixue all laughed.

"Beauty is pleasing to the eye, refreshing tea is refreshing, the blue waves of the river are green, the weeping willow pavilion, and a few good friends are all the joys in life, what more can I ask for."

Lang Ruping shook his head and pulled the text.

(End of chapter)


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