Chapter 12
Su Yue didn't go to the uncle's place in a hurry, but asked where there was a teahouse where I could listen to books.

She doesn't have a mobile phone, and the original owner doesn't know how to use a mobile phone, so she can't count on the convenience of the Internet, and can only rely on her own mouth.

It's also fortunate that she is not shy of strangers, if she were the original owner, she might show her timidity before she even said a word.

Su Yue's experience is here, she is good at reading people, and she has a thick skin. After a while, she asked her to find out where there is a teahouse where you can listen to books.

It is already the 21st century, and there are not many traditional teahouses like this even in the capital. Su Yue has no money and can only look for them.

Fortunately, the one she found was on the Xinjiekou side, and it took about half an hour to walk there.

The quaint three-story building should have been around for some years, and the four characters "Lao She Teahouse" are written on the plaque.

The person who wrote the inscription does not know who it is, but the strokes are thick and vigorous, and there is no lack of character.

The nearly three-meter-high vermilion gate opened to both sides, but because the weather was still cold, a thick army green cotton curtain was hung on the gate.

Su Yue opened the curtain, and as soon as she stepped over the one-foot-high threshold and entered, a gust of hot air rushed towards her face.

It was so hot that Su Yue, a physically weak person, felt like sweating immediately.

She only wears a lot when she goes out, and the thick down jacket on her body can't fit anymore.

"Hello, guest officer. You are new to me. Is this the first time you have come back? We have six categories of teahouses, teahouses, teahouses, big teahouses, wild teahouses, and Qingyin table. I wonder if you want to try it today. Which teahouse would you like to try?"

Su Yue turned around and looked at the shop waiter who was wearing a pair of short trousers and a melon skin hat. Although the dress was nondescript, but listening to Xiao Er's words, she had the feeling that she was standing in a teahouse in Daliang Chaojing City.

Seeing that Su Yue was in a daze after speaking, the waiter raised his hand and shook, "Guest officer?"

Su Yue came back to her senses and shook her head, "Do you have storytellers here?"

"Storytelling? Are you talking about Pingshu? It's unfortunate that you came here. Our Mr. Pingshu moved abroad a few days ago, and I'm afraid he won't come back. Our boss is looking for Mr. Pingshu, but we haven't found him yet. Appropriate." Xiaoer said.

Su Yue's eyes lit up when he heard this.

She couldn't get out a copper coin in her purse, so she didn't come to the teahouse to drink tea and listen to books.

She didn't get any money from Su Jianjun last night, and she didn't see him this morning, so she couldn't get in touch if she wanted to. The rent money can't be delayed for too long, so she decided to find a way to earn some money to spend.

As the saying goes, it's hard to be a man without money, but you don't panic if you have money.

Backed by mountains and mountains, relying on everyone to run, Su Jianjun has no hope, she can only find a way by herself.

Fortunately, she is not only good at singing.

The troupe she grew up in in her previous life was not an ordinary troupe.

Their troupe leader has a bad habit, he likes to take in some messy people, which caused her to learn a lot of messy skills from the people in the troupe since she was a child.

Coincidentally, storytelling is one of them.

But in the past, because he was going to be on stage to sing, the master was strict with him. Except that he didn't have to go on stage for several days in a row, and would secretly go out to talk about one or two performances when his heart was itchy, he generally didn't dare to use his voice excessively.

This will naturally not take care of so much.

"You just said it was a coincidence, but I said it was a coincidence. You are short of a storytelling master here, but I happen to know a gentleman who is very good at storytelling." Su Yue said with a smile.

The waiter looked at Su Yue suspiciously.

Why doesn't this person look like he's here for tea?

At her age, apart from traveling to join in the fun, she seldom goes to teahouses.

But this attire doesn't look like a tourist in the capital.

Although Xiaoer was skeptical, he didn't refuse, "That's fine, girl, please sit here and wait for a while, I'll call our boss."

Su Yue was not too polite, she was tired after walking for more than half an hour, and immediately sat down on the bench next to the counter.

Take a look at this teahouse.

It doesn't look very obvious from the outside, but when you enter, you will find that the teahouse is very big.

Although it was still early, there were already many old men sitting in the lobby on the first floor.

Twos and threes sat at a table, and the people who came were probably regular customers, and they even greeted and chatted with each other.

Su Yue didn't wait long, and the shop waiter brought a man about 50 years old, wearing a blue gown and holding a folding fan, with fair skin and very clean.

"Ms. Yu, this is the little girl who knows someone who is very good at storytelling." The waiter introduced.

With a smile on his face, Teacher Yu looked at Su Yue, but he didn't see any dissatisfaction, so he waved his hands at the waiter, "Okay, you can go to work first."

After they left, they said to Su Yue: "My surname is Yu, Yu Haomin's Yu, I don't know the girl's last name?"

"Yu Haomin?"

Teacher Yu was taken aback. He saw Su Yue as a little girl, so he introduced it like this.

But judging by the girl's appearance, she doesn't seem to know the star.

With a thought in mind, he blurted out, "Yu, the boat is made of wood in the air."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help laughing and tapped his forehead with the folding fan in his hand, how could the little girl understand this now.

Unexpectedly, the girl in front of me seemed to understand, nodded and said: "Oh, the Yu in 'Xingliu Yu, Seiyunguang, Zhaoziwei, Zhuyuhuang'. The mere surname is Su, Gusu Su."

"I didn't expect you to know "Hanshu", girl, it's really rare!" Teacher Yu's attitude towards Su Yue was instantly cordial and warm, and even invited her to talk in her exclusive private room.

Teacher Yu should be a very elegant person.

This is what Su Yue thought of immediately after entering the box.

Flower arranging, hanging pictures, burning incense, making tea, the four favorite elegant things of the literati in the previous dynasty, this room takes up all of them.

Even the way of sitting and lying refers to sitting on the ground in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

"Come here, girl, please sit down. The humble house is simple, please take care of me."

Su Yue glanced at him, the expression on his face did not say so.

He was obviously satisfied with the style of his box.

"If this is a cold room for you, there are not many places that can be called elegant rooms." Su Yue took off her black down jacket and hung it on the log-shaped coat rack, took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the futon Down.

Teacher Yu just resigned modestly, and now he is not polite to Su Yue, and sits cross-legged opposite Su Yue.

Both of them held their breath and were not in a hurry to get to the point.

Teacher Yu picked up the teapot that had just been boiled, took a cup out of the constant temperature dryer next to it, rinsed the inside again with boiling water, put it on the coaster in front of Su Yue, and poured the brewed tea.

"Try it, the first batch of new tea this year tastes pretty good."

He didn't ask Su Yuexi if he liked drinking tea.

Su Yue shrank her hands and didn't move.

Pour boiling hot tea into the scalded teacup. No one will know how hot the teacup is.

"This tea has a light and long-lasting fragrance, so it must be an excellent tea."

(End of this chapter)

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