Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

"Hey, don't just drink tea, try the refreshments here."

"It looks pretty good, and the taste shouldn't be too bad."

Cheng Yao said as she picked up a piece of mung bean cake.

The regular-shaped mung bean cakes are neatly stacked together, and the fresh light green color is like jade, which is eye-catching.

If you look closely, you can see tiny pores on the smooth surface.

This is because the mung bean cake is affected by heat when it is made.

It's just that the flaws do not hide the advantages, and this does not affect the overall exquisiteness of the mung bean cake.

Cheng Yao's movements were very gentle and she did not dare to put too much pressure on her fingers.

Because different chefs have different techniques and focuses on making pastries. Some people like them to be firmer, while others like them to be looser and more relaxed.

Cheng Yao was afraid that she would use too much force and end up with a table full of cake crumbs.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the mung bean cake and it was put into Cheng Yao's mouth smoothly.

In terms of taste, the mung bean cake is very delicate and soft.

As one of the most traditional tea snacks, mung bean cake is ordered at almost every table.

Cheng Yao licked the tip of her tongue, and the fragrance of mung beans lingered in her mouth. It was slightly sweet in one bite, but a little too sweet in one piece.

At this time, it is suitable to take another sip of tea and relax.

A plate of pastries and a pot of tea, paired with each other and savored slowly, can last an entire afternoon.

If you have a few friends, this teahouse is really a good place to go.

After finishing a piece of mung bean cake, Cheng Yao picked up the black plum cake next door.

The skin of the plum cake is dark and slightly shiny, with a faint sheen.

The plum cakes here are cut into the shape of flowers with a flower embossing machine and arranged in an orderly manner on the plate.

After Cheng Yao picked up the black plum cake, she didn't eat it in a hurry. Instead, she put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it.

In addition to the sour aroma of ebony, there is also a hint of Chinese herbal medicine.

Then, Cheng Yao took a bite.

The surface of the ebony cake is slightly hard. Once you break through this flexible skin, you can taste the rich sour and sweet flavor of the ebony cake.

Cheng Yao raised the tip of her tongue and pressed the black plum cake against the roof of her mouth. After being squeezed, the sweet and sour taste of the black plum became more obvious.

Compared to the mung bean cake that everyone loves, there are relatively fewer people who like black plum cake.

Cheng Yao is acidophilic, so she feels hot in it. What's more, this plum cake is not sour at all in her eyes, and is even a little sweet.

But Xiaozhu sitting aside obviously couldn't accept the acidity.

After just one taste, he frowned and silently put the black plum cake down.

As mentioned before, Xiaozhu will not refuse delicious food, but if he encounters something that does not suit his taste, he will not be able to take a bite.

Cheng Yao naturally wouldn't force him. Everyone has different tastes, so why bother getting hung up on one kind of food.

"Hahaha, Xiaozhu, don't eat it if you can't bear the sour taste."

"I'll give you the mung bean cake, and leave the black plum cake to me."

As Cheng Yao spoke, she pushed the mung bean cake close to her towards Xiaozhu.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with elegant temperament sat down in front of the table in the center.

Cheng Yao's eyes lit up and she shook Xiaozhu excitedly.

"Hey! Xiaozhu, look at it."

"We are really lucky today, it happens to be the beginning of storytelling."

"The worst thing about listening to a story is that it doesn't have a beginning or a finish. If we come early, we can listen to the story in its entirety." "Let's eat these two plates of pastries first. If it's not enough, I'll ask the waiter to bring something else later. "

After a while, there were more and more guests in the tea house.

It can be seen that many people have chosen the right time and come here specifically to listen to the book.

The waiters also ran errands faster, fearing to delay the guests enjoying their tea and listening to books.

Cheng Yao stretched her neck and couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the scene of packed seats nearby.

"Good guy, there are so many people here."

"If we hadn't come early, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be any seats left."

Glancing outside the door, he saw many people without seats, grabbing a handful of melon seeds and leaning against the door.

"Although standing is not impossible, it is still a bit tiring..."

After a round of inspection, Cheng Yao sat back down safely and waited for the story to begin.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the storyteller stood up with a smile and bowed to the expectant audience to show respect.

After he bowed, the audience also burst into applause in unison.

The applause gradually stopped, and the originally noisy tea house became much quieter. Everyone looked towards the center expectantly.

The storyteller wears a dark robe, and his weathered face is etched with traces of wisdom and stories.

I saw him holding a folding fan in his hand, and with a slight swing, he told a wonderful story.

His voice is rich and magnetic, like the bells and tripods of the ancient city. It seems to be able to travel through time and space, taking the listeners into another world.

The beautiful scenery between mountains and rivers, or the local customs and customs, have become concrete in the storyteller's mouth.

He described the bond between an infatuated man and a resentful woman in his youth, vividly, and the audience's emotions also fluctuated up and down according to the ups and downs of his tone.

He also imitates the movements and expressions of various characters from time to time to present the story more vividly.

The audience listened attentively, and the atmosphere in the teahouse became tense and full of anticipation as he narrated.

When it came to the climax, the whole place was silent, and only the storyteller's voice echoed in the air.

When the climax of this session is over, there will be a lot of discussion below.

Everyone changes their emotions along with the characters in the book, and is overwhelmed with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

During the intermission, the guests in the teahouse did not disperse. They were still waiting in place, looking forward to the next development of the plot.

After Mr. Storyteller drank tea to soothe his throat and regain his strength, he appeared again.

It wasn't until nightfall that this rough story finally came to an end.

"it is good--"

The audience burst into applause and everyone was satisfied with the ending.

"The show is over! Thank you all for coming today!"

After the storyteller finished his words heartily, he stood up and clasped his fists to show respect to the guests in the audience.

Then one after another people handed out reward money on the field, and they were all accepted one by one by the little book boy next to the storyteller.

The story told by the storyteller was indeed good. Cheng Yao also joined in the fun and handed some reward money to the stage.

The storyteller expressed his thanks again and left with his book boy.

"Xiaozhu, the story is over, let's go."

Only then did Cheng Yao come to her senses and wanted to ask Xiaozhu to leave the teahouse together.

But after getting no response for a long time, Cheng Yao turned around in confusion and saw that Xiaozhu had already fallen asleep.