Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 187 Who is messing with me?

The harbor at night is not as lively as it is during the day. Even though the curfew has been lifted by Seven Stars, the residents of Liyue are influenced by the ancient tradition of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Unless it is the time when Xian Dianyi is invited, there are not many people traveling at night. .

This day was an ordinary night, Farmas and Ying finished their meal in Wanmintang, and left in the greeting of Master Mao, "Welcome to come again next time".

Famas waved his hand and sent Faying and Paimeng to find the hotel where they lived, then walked to the corridor under the Yujing Terrace by himself, and walked slowly towards the Heyu Teahouse on the second floor.

There is silence everywhere, the lotus in the pool behind has already bloomed, floating on the water together with the lanterns lit up at night, the breeze is blowing, swaying, the fragrance floating in the ripples is mixed with the refreshing salty sea water, passing over the tip of the nose, exuding Heart and spleen.

There are scattered people in Heyu Teahouse. The storyteller Liu Su standing on the lotus platform patted the startling wood. The listeners and passers-by around were all excited. Tell a paragraph.

Liu Su shook his fan, clapped it in his hands, and squinted his eyes with a smile, saying in a rhythmic tone: "Thanks to the appreciation from all the gentlemen today, I will talk about it again."

"It is said that more than 4000 years ago, during the War of the Demon Gods, the land was barren and the people were in dire straits. In order to fight for the number of places in the [Seven Worlds of the World], various demon gods conspired against each other, and wrote some epic stories."

When Liu Su told the story of thousands of years ago, Xiao Er in sweatshirt shuttled among the tea guests listening to the book, poured boiling tea for the guests, and greeted the new guests at the same time.

There was a lot of sweat on his forehead, and he lifted and 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.

Liu Su's success in this teahouse is soaring, probably in a few days, Second Master Fan will raise him as a new doctor of tea, who is much better than a young man like him.

"Hey, Mr. Zhongli is here to drink tea today too."

Seeing the man in a black and gold robe sitting in the teahouse, Xiao Er hastily yelled and helped Zhong Li refill the tea that was almost exhausted.

"You have come to our place often recently. I don't know if the tea is still to your liking?"

Hearing what the boy next to him said, Zhong Li stared at the bubbling boiling water, and silently glanced at Xiao Er, except for a smile in his eyes, the rest of his mind was actually on the sight of the countless people. Little Er doesn't understand.

"Have another cup of gold silk tea, the freshest one."

Zhong Liqing came out with a soft and deep voice in a cold voice.

The little girl's eyeballs kept rolling, and finally asked after the man added a cup of top quality tea: "Sir, today... is there more than one person?"

The bad thing is that Zhongli's temperament is calm, he didn't mind Xiao Er's nagging, he just quietly turned the tea list in his hand to the last page, and checked the tea list.

"Two cups of gold silk tea... Calculate the time, the warrior who pays the bill is coming soon."

Zhongli responded to Xiaoer's question.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the waiter in the shop immediately bowed down to let Zhong Li, who was drinking tea alone, wait for a while, and went to the back kitchen to deliver the order, and when he came back, he already had a pot of brewed tea in his hand.

The tea soup is golden yellow, and if you look carefully, you can see a touch of crimson at the bottom of the soup. This is Liyue's top-quality gold silk tea. The red color at the bottom of the pot is called "ground red", which is one of the signs of whether the tea is fresh or not.

Holding the small hanging teapot, Xiaoer hurried back to Zhongli's table.

"Two cups of top-quality golden thread tea, ground red~"

With a long drag, the waiter yelled and raised the teapot. With the sound of tea gurgling, red and yellow tea was poured into two translucent white porcelain teacups.

"Mr. Zhongli, I'd like to ask you to promote it to our family. I'm not bragging about this golden thread tea. It's not an exaggeration to call it 'Liyue's No. [-] tea'?"

Looking sideways at the extremely attentive Xiao Er, Zhong Li took the teapot and lowered his eyes with a smile: "It's not an exaggeration."

"Oh, you are a man of tea."

Seeing that Zhongli did not refute, Xiao Er was quite sincere, thinking that this customer was just like the old customers in the shop, he was a person who really understood tea, and also a person who really loved tea, so he lost his composure for a while. Beat the mind.

Mr. Zhong is good everywhere, but he often owes tea money, he can't bear to be modest and knowledgeable, and he won't look down on servants like them. The waiters in the shop also take care of Zhong Li, even if he often doesn't pay for tea , will also quietly help him find a place in the corner, and make him a pot of free rock tea.

"I won't keep you close anymore. Our old store has been open for a while, but the business has always been tepid."

"You say there is no one, there are really many people in Liyue Harbor who like the tea in Heyu Teahouse, but if you say there are people, these are the old customers who come here often. Erye Fan has a kind heart, and he is in a good mood , with a wave of his hand, the basket of tea money was saved, and the money he earned in a day was not as much as the storyteller's reward."

"Oh, I just want you to be a new and old customer, so I won't talk about these things, or the second master will punish me for copying books again..."

Zhongli with a gentle smile just took the teapot from Xiao Er and poured a small cup on his own, a trace of indifference flashed in his dark rock eyes, he seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be preaching mean.

"I see that you also know some tea ceremony, so you can understand the store's painstaking efforts."

"Do you know how many generations have been passed down in this Heyu Teahouse? How many hundred years has it been since Erye Fan's generation?"

"The teahouse has opened to the extent of Fan Erye, and the small building here has long carried more than just the reputation of tea."

Not far away, the storyteller’s tone was up and down, his eyes under the black mirror rolled and shone slyly, laying a foreshadowing in the story, and the spectators around were playing with the teacups in their hands, pushing cups and exchanging cups with friends I don't know if I'm chatting about the stories I heard, or chatting about daily idleness.

The small store is located deep in the corner of Liyue, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing, adding a worldly popularity among the leisurely and elegant environment.

"Tea needs to be tasted, the first taste is its environment, the second taste is its taste, and the third taste is its emotion."

The shop clerk nodded thoughtfully, and was taken away by Zhongli's thoughts for no apparent reason, and Erye Fan always babbled these mysterious words on his lips, which clearly made his ears callous.

But from Zhongli's mouth, Taste Taste still thinks it is reasonable, fearing that one day he will suddenly lose his job, and his worries have disappeared a lot. After nodding and bowing for a while, he took the teapot and went to refill tea for other guests.

"It is said that during the War of Demon Gods, a tyrant came out of the ancient country of Munata. In order to pursue immortality, this tyrant spread a terrible plague that permeated the whole country. In order to consolidate his rule, he ordered slaves to build a tower that was as high as ten thousand feet. The thick walls and castle, not to mention breaking the castle, even if ordinary people like me climb it, it will take three days and three nights to climb..."

"Fortunately, our Lord Yan heard about this, how could he allow the tyrant to continue killing innocent people? He raised his weapon and single-handedly charged towards the tyrant's castle..."

The storyteller Liu Suzheng was talking cheerfully, and was about to get to the most exciting part of defeating the tyrant and saving the people, but he didn't want to see a young man in red with red eyes and a bad face walking up the stairs on the second floor of the teahouse.

After glancing at the tea customers in the teahouse, the young man's eyes turned to Liu Su.

"I just... heard someone scolding me."

(End of this chapter)