Behind the teahouse, there is an octagonal pavilion. There is a large iron pot in the pavilion, and tongues of fire are constantly moving in the stone stove underneath.
Shopkeeper Wu, who was wearing a short coat and sweatshirt and holding a round wooden pestle, was diligently stirring the green tea tips in the pot.
Miss Wu stood quietly on one side, looking at her father sweating like rain, and she couldn't help but show a worried look: "Dad, you have just recovered from the cold, why don't you let your daughter do the work for you?"
"Your tea-frying skills are a bit lacking. Mr. Gu is here. No matter what, dad has to fry the tea himself."
Speaking of this, shopkeeper Wu added a handful of firewood to the stone stove and continued: "Besides, I drank Mr.'s ink tea. Not only did the wind and cold heal, but the remaining energy in my body has not disappeared. If I don't move, wouldn't it be a waste?" ”
"You go outside to entertain Mr. Gu. If he has left, then guard the teahouse."
"The teahouse will not be closed these days."
Hearing this, Miss Wu lowered her head and responded. She walked back to the teahouse with deep thoughts, recalling what her father told her about Mr. Gu.
In my impression, the three words Mr. Gu are often mentioned in Shopkeeper Wu's mouth.
It had been that way for as long as she could remember.
What if Mr. Jun was none other than Mr. Gu who had been kind to their family decades ago.
So just because his appearance remains unchanged, does it mean that he is not an ordinary person, but an immortal in the story?
Unknowingly, Miss Wu came to the teahouse.
It is not an exaggeration to describe the teahouse at this moment as "busy with people". All the tea tables were crowded with people, and there were many wet footprints on the ground.
Most of the people were sitting at the same table, and some of them had no seats, so they simply squatted at the door of the teahouse, waiting for the rain to stop.
Miss Wu's mind was on Gu Ning'an. When someone passed by and asked her to add tea and water, she pointed to the counter on the side of the teahouse and asked them to do it themselves.
Most of the foot traders who make a living from Mu Yundao are familiar faces here, so no one showed any dissatisfaction with Miss Wu's behavior of "turning her hands away from the shopkeeper".
After all, shopkeeper Wu often just provides them with tea and lets them make it themselves.
This teahouse is considered a time-honored brand. The tea has a strong aroma and the price is not expensive. Many times, some poor people come here to take shelter from the rain. Even if they occupy a seat, shopkeeper Wu doesn't say anything.
Therefore, the popularity of this teahouse is also quite good...occasionally "snubbing" guests, everyone laughs it off.
At the same time, Gu Ning'an was chatting all over the place with the three sellers who came to share the table.
Miss Wu saw from a distance that Gu Ning'an hadn't left yet. Somehow, she breathed a sigh of relief. After walking quickly to his side, she silently thought about what to call him. , whispered: "Mr. Gu, could you please go to the account counter with me to talk?"
"Huh?" Gu Ning'an glanced at Miss Wu for a moment, then turned his head and cupped his hands at the three sellers on the table and said, "Please be patient, I'll take a step away."
The three salesmen are also good people. When they saw the posture of Miss Wu's little daughter and the handsome gentleman in front of her, who knew how to deal with people, they immediately thought wrong...
"Okay, okay! Mr. Gu, don't worry about me."
"Miss Wu, this Mr. Gu has great literary talent. He looks like a famous scholar at first glance. I think you two are a perfect match!"
"Hey! What are you talking about! Miss Wu, don't talk to him. Go quickly, don't delay your reminiscence."
The three salesmen talked to each other, making Miss Wu's face turn red.
However, the latter just looked at them with those peach blossom eyes and did not refute anything.
Bang!
Gu Ning'an moved some of the wooden bench he was sitting on and said to Miss Wu who was in a daze, "What are you doing standing there in a daze?"
"Ah!" Miss Wu said in a panic. She hurriedly pointed in a direction and said, "Please come this way."
Gu Ning'an looked in the direction of his finger and couldn't help frowning: "When did your account counter move to the latrine?"
Uh-huh!
Miss Wu turned around suddenly, and after realizing that she had pointed to the right location, she twisted her neck and said, "That's right, the latrine is not here!"
However, when she turned around, she realized that Gu Ning'an had already walked towards the counter and was not waiting for her at all.
Realizing that she had been teased, Miss Wu clenched her teeth in shame: "Dad is right...the more handsome a man is, the better he is at lying!"
Having said that, Miss Wu quickly followed Gu Ningan and walked towards the counter.
Two rectangular cabinets that are exactly waist high were joined together to form the teahouse's account counter.
The appearance of the counter was dark red, and there were not many things on it, including a few upside-down teacups, a clean tablecloth, and a purple clay pot.
The lid of the purple clay pot was open, and there was some old tea inside.
This tea is not for brewing, but for letting people smell the fragrance of the tea and serving as a decoration at the same time.
Gu Ning'an picked up the purple clay pot and took a sniff. The thick aroma of aged tea came to him.
"Mr. Gu!" Miss Wu saw that the other party had "teased" her and was still leisurely and elegant to smell the aroma of tea. She was so angry that she just stared at Gu Ning'an.
It was as if he wanted to use this trick to make the other party feel guilty.
However, she was probably using this move on the wrong opponent, no matter how old she was or what her appearance was.
In Gu Ning'an's eyes, she was always a chubby "little girl".
Time passed by, and Miss Wu stared so hard that her eyes were sore, but Gu Ning'an in front of her was still playing with the purple clay pot in her hand, paying no attention to him.
Unable to hold it back, she lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Gu, when do you plan to see this purple clay pot?"
A crisp "click" sound sounded!
There were tears in Miss Wu's eyes, and she folded her hands involuntarily to cover her forehead. The ends of her watery peach blossom eyes were slightly red.
The second time!
Ever since he was little, his father has never been willing to hit him!
Today I was beaten twice by the same man and my brain collapsed!
Because of her excitement, Miss Wu's baby-fat cheeks and her red lips trembled slightly.
Seeing that it is about to "rain" in this tea house!
Gu Ning'an put down the purple clay pot, frowned and said, "Okay, don't be like when you were a child, always letting rain fall in your eyes."
Miss Wu held back her tears and gulped, "Why did you hit me?"
"You called me here, didn't say anything, and questioned me in a stern tone..." Gu Ning paused and said with a smile, "So what if I teach you a lesson?"
Miss Wu, who didn't react for a moment, said "Hey", as if she had forgotten something. At this moment, she really felt that she was not very polite.
No matter whether Mr. Jun in front of me is an acquaintance of my father or whether he is the legendary "immortal".
But one thing she was sure of was that someone cured her father's cold... that was his benefactor.
Instead of thanking him, he asked his benefactor, when did he become so imprudent?
Maybe it was because she was beaten silly... Ahem, maybe it was because she couldn't react quickly. After thinking about it for a while, Miss Wu completed the "introspection"...
