Talented Young Lady

The old lady squinted and looked at me for a while. She said and turned around: "come in, the door will open by itself."

I laughed, reached in through the fence, pulled up the wrench that was just a buckle, opened the door and walked in.

In the iron gate, there is a path no more than two meters long. On one side, small roses are planted along the iron fence, and on the other side, two low-rise flower trees are planted. In the middle, a set of iron tables and chairs are placed in the garden. Along the wall, a circle of roses is planted.

Just looking at it, it is pleasing to the eyes, and the mood is better.

I took a deep breath and went to the door and up the steps.

The room is a straight tube room, the front is the living room, the middle is a bathroom and a little big storage room, the inside is the bedroom, the kitchen is under the stairs, although there are 70 square meters, this type of house is not easy to live in.

By the time I got to the door, the old lady had already walked down the aisle to the storeroom and bent down to get something from the kitchen.

I quickly put down the cake box in my hand and said, "mother-in-law, what do you want? I'll help you."

The old lady straightened up. She pointed to the kettle on the stove, then pointed to the back and said, "take the water down. There are teapots and cups on it. Take them out."

At her direction, I took the kettle off the stove, then turned and opened the door to the storeroom.

At that time, when looking at the house, the intermediary said that the old lady didn't want to see more. The storeroom was opened and closed.

At present, the area inside is not small. On one side, it is full of wooden boxes with accumulated dust, and on the other side, it is made of logs to the top of the shelf.

The tea set the old lady said was on the second floor.

It seems to be often used. There is no ash on the tea set.

I took out the tea set, washed it again, and sent it to the living room table.

The old lady had sat down on the old but clean sofa and was opening a box of sugar.

I have been a little sister in the office for two months. I also know that the sugar is for coffee.

But the old lady didn't take out her coffee.

Seeing the look on my face, the old lady said, "you didn't mean to have afternoon tea?"

I, er, remembered.

It is said that Ms. Deng from the European group of the office is a British expert. Once, she was in a good mood. After I changed her coffee, tea and coffee for her three times, she told me something with a benefactor.

One of them is the origin of afternoon tea.

It is said that this afternoon tea is from England, but it does not mean literally, but is a kind of etiquette and life attitude.

She said a lot, I summed it up as: This is the name of afternoon tea, in fact, the meaning of eating snacks and chatting.

Moreover, that tea is not what we drink green tea and black tea, but milk tea with a lot of messy things!

At first, I said that afternoon tea, in fact, is just watching the afternoon sunshine, good flowers outside, so casually mention.

I didn't expect

The old lady glanced at me faintly and said, "do you know how to put it?"

I looked at the pile of tea sets that I thought would be arranged, but it was obviously not the case. I shook my head honestly and said, "I can't. I am. I've heard people talk about afternoon tea and think it's tea and snacks."

The old lady raised her eyebrows, laughed and said, "you are honest. Come on, I'll set it for you once."

With that, she reached out her hand and began to rearrange the pile of tea sets that I saw almost the same.

After a short time, it was put into a rose shaped shape with three layers of dim sum tower, tea cups and dishes, dim sum dishes, snack dishes, and dishes with various additives.

The old lady put a bag of tea into the teapot, flushed in the hot water, then turned around and turned on the stereo switch nearby.

The melodious music played (later I knew it was Mozart's famous song). The old lady sat back, squinted slightly, and poured the tea out of the teapot.

I look at her stupidly, watching her slowly do those movements, it is clearly full of wrinkles, very old hands, obviously is a little hard will tremble, but in the eyes, it is elegant to the extreme.

It's like a rose in the yard outside.

The old lady pointed to my side of the tea cup and said in a low voice, "you can add what flavor you want."

She poured a little milk and a piece of sugar into her tea cup.

When she said that, I was surprised, embarrassed smile, learning from her appearance, also added some milk and a piece of sugar.

Sipping the tea lightly, I used a lot of strength, just didn't spray out the tea, but tried to swallow it down.

I can't describe the taste. The tea is bitter, the milk is slippery, and the sugar becomes a strange astringent taste in it.

The old lady narrowed her eyes and laughed and said, "the first time? Have a snack

I took a small cake.

The entrance of the cake is not only melted, but also has a strong sweetness.I don't feel slightly stunned. I have eaten this kind of cake before, and I don't think it's so sweet.

"If you have tasted bitter, the sweetness will be even more wonderful." The old lady also picked up a small cake, bit a bit, and said with enjoyment: "it's useless for you to please me. I can't move it."

I, er, said, "you know me?"

The old lady laughed and said, "I know you when you came to see the house that day."

I laughed twice.

Well, she should be able to see me clearly when she was sitting in her bedroom. Unfortunately, I didn't want to have a serious communication with her at first. When I applied for the house property certificate, I knew that the owner of the house was an old lady in her eighties.

After a sip of tea, I looked at the room and asked, "mother-in-law, have you always lived here by yourself?"

The old lady laughed and said, "do you want to hear my story?"

I was stunned for a moment, I didn't know how to jump to this topic, but then I nodded and said, "I think."

Yes, I want to hear it.

I am very curious, such an old man, childless, but the life is so exquisite, what kind of experience does she have to exercise so elegant.

"I was born in the 1920s. At that time, our family was famous and rich in Nanjing." The old lady picked up her tea cup and took a sip of tea. She leaned back against the sofa and said with a long look on her face: "well, I was Miss Qianjin at that time. There were people waiting for me when I went in and out. There was a special rickshaw waiting for me when I went out."

I blinked, took the initiative to pick up the teapot to give her a cup of tea, and then put milk and sugar.

"But after the Japanese came, there was nothing left." The old lady's face is still with a long way to say: "I am the only one who was killed in my family. I fled to Shencheng alone. In order to make a living, I went to Bailemen as a dancer. This dance, ah, jumped to the liberation of Shencheng."

The old lady's voice stopped, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes and said, "no one in our business is willing to marry. Later, after liberation, I met one. Unfortunately, he died. I inherited his house, and I have lived to the present. Girl, it's not that I play tricks and don't leave, but..."

The old lady took a sip of tea and took some desperate people and said, "I can't leave here. I only have this house and this courtyard. I can have his memories. If I leave, there will be nothing left."