Nanshi, Huaxingchang, Bagua Street
The rickshaw driver was wearing a shirt with bare arms and a towel around his neck. His head was covered with sweat. He turned around and said with a smile:
"Miss, although this Bagua Street was only built five or six years ago and is not as good as other old streets, it is the busiest place in Fengtian. I heard from traveling brothers that there are more than 200 shops here, including those from the United States, Germany, and Japan. There are thirty foreign companies in Russia and Russia. When it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, Fengtian is also ranked first. Just the four major hotels of Shangbulou, Lumingchun, Xindexin and Houdefu can already hold the place. Place.”
"However, I see that you are well-dressed and you don't look like a poor person. The delicacies may not be to your liking. You might as well try the snacks from Bagua Street, the chestnut cake from Juxiangfang, the Longxu Crisp from Dechunzhuang, and Tianru The honey-flavored soy milk is the best in Bagua, it tastes sweet and delicious, it’s authentic.”
Song Siyuan was sitting on the rickshaw. Listening to the driver's words, Song Siyuan forced a smile: "No, I'm not here to go shopping. Just take us to Fuxian Teahouse."
"Okay~"
Seeing that they were not shopping, the driver didn't have money for tea when he took people to the shop. The enthusiasm on his face faded and he pulled the cart forward with his head down.
Two rickshaws walked into Huaxing Chang from Kenyong Road, then passed through the hotel next to the square, and immediately arrived at Fuxian Teahouse!
I gave the coin and walked into the lobby.
Although the former Fuxian Tea House was not as good as the four major hotels, it was still a well-known sign. At this time, the lobby on the first floor was not full at all, and the sporadic guests who came to drink tea and listen to music were not interested!
Today, Song Siyuan wore a coarse cloth skirt to avoid ostentation, deliberately looking as ordinary as Yue Guanchao.
Seeing them entering wearing coarse clothes, the waiter smelled the sour smell from a distance and didn't want to move at all. He picked up a towel and stood by the wall and patted his apron casually!
I understand the snobbery... Yue Guanchao and the others were looking for their seats when a shout came:
"How are you, brother and sister? What would you like to drink?"
He stopped and looked at the little man wearing a mandarin jacket.
He was young, fifteen or sixty-seven years old, but he was quite clever. The other waiters were cleaning the tables, but he came over to yell at them!
Yue Guanchao thought slightly and changed his mind. He couldn't let such an enthusiastic person suffer. He threw Yuan Datou and handed it to the little brother:
"Brother, take us to the teahouse private room."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the waiter who was waiting for the distinguished guests lit up, but after all, they were the first to neglect people, and they blushed a little, secretly hating that the waiter had such bad luck.
The waiter was startled at first, then his eyes widened and he grinned:
"Hey~ Okay, distinguished guest, please invite me upstairs, and I'll make you tea."
We went up to the second floor and entered the private room, just in time for the storyteller to come on stage.
On the stage, a long black table was covered with a brocade tablecloth, and an old man in a robe and mandarin jacket stood behind the table.
The old man wore sunglasses, opened his snow-white silk fan, and struck the gavel. The whole hall fell silent for an instant. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop!
The old gentleman spoke loudly and loudly with a pipe that was hundreds of years old:
"Last time, it was said that Xue Pinggui was harmed by the treacherous Prime Minister Wang Yun, and lost his troops and fled to Xiliang. Unexpectedly, he was secretly promised by the Princess of Daizhan to hire a consort first and then ascend to the throne. This time, it was the restoration of the mountains and rivers. The willows are dark and the flowers are bright, but two flowers have bloomed, and we still need to show one of each. He named his name on the wedding ceremony in Xiliang, but he didn't know that his wife was struggling to stay in the cold kiln and live a hard life, eating chaff, digging vegetables, and suffering from hunger and cold. "
"This situation has lasted for ten and eight years. The poor daughter of the prime minister's house has turned into a yellow-faced woman..."
They listened attentively. The small waiting room was full of smiles and they walked into the private room with tea trays. The hot water in the purple clay pot was steaming, and three small cups were filled.
The delicious nine-curved red plum blossoms were stimulated by the hot water, and the leaf buds curled up and trembled slightly, like bright plum blossoms blooming in the water, and the amber red soup was fragrant and tangy!
"This is our teahouse's famous nine-bend red plum tea. There are also several plates of cakes, including dragon beard cake, chestnut cake, sweet dates, and spiced melons and fruits. You guys can enjoy it at your leisure."
"Brother, I remember that the downstairs was full before, but now it's only less than half full."
Yue Guanchao and his second uncle often come here to have a rest. As soon as he walked in, he found that all the waiters here were new, and the old ones were probably gone.
That was probably why the waiters didn't recognize him. Speaking of which, Fuxian Tea House opened at the same time as the Four Major Hotels. Now, I wonder if the owner has changed.
"Oh, it turns out you are a regular customer. It's my fault that I didn't see you clearly."
The waiter looked apologetic, and Yue Guanchao quickly waved his hand: "I don't blame you. I think they are all new jobs. Where have all those old people gone?"
Upon hearing this, the waiter lowered his voice:
"Shh, the boss won't let you talk about this. I heard from the shopkeeper that the business of this tea house has been bad since the first half of the year. The money is calculated based on the seat. If there are no people, there will definitely be no money to be made. Anyone with the skills can go. There are other new teahouses, and those with no skills can only change their careers to become coachmen or sedan bearers."
Yue Guanchao finally understood what was going on!
When they were sitting on the rickshaw, the rickshaw driver said that there were not many shops here when it was just built. Now the South Market is getting more and more prosperous. The reputation of Bagua Street has naturally attracted countless shops. Just on Kenyong Road just now, he You can see a series of teahouses, such as Jingya Zhai, Ming Yangju, Taihezhuang, and Fuyuanzhai, all of which have opened grandly. I heard that the prices are cheap and they give away cakes!
As a result, this time-honored Fuxian Teahouse naturally became unpopular.
Although it was a bit unnatural, Yue Guanchao was actually happy... The teahouse was in trouble, and if he could help bring it back to life, maybe it would be possible to write poems instead.
