(Sorry or small chapter (╯_╰))

On the day when Fu Yun accompanied An Hui Sanchao back to the door, Fu Xiangqing left the house in a carriage.

There are countless restaurants and restaurants in the capital, but on this day, Fu Xiangqing came to the famous storytelling teahouse cyclamen. Every morning and afternoon, it is the time when the literati sit down to drink tea and discuss the current political opinions.

The cyclamen dwelling in the capital is also a special existence, with a façade as large as a restaurant, but it only sells tea, which naturally provides a comfortable place for young people nowadays. Because of its special nature, the tea sold is not cheap, but many people covet such an elegant and quiet place and frequent.

Different from ordinary tea shops, there is also a connection with the restaurant - Mr. Storyteller. Only this gentleman only talked about it at the time of morning tea.

The cyclamen house on the first floor is open to individual visitors, so the occasional person who wants to enjoy a cup of tea can be enjoyed by people of all ages, but only for a short period of time after breakfast.

Because of this, the literati and artists who lived on the second and third floors did not have a problem with this. After all, as far as the eye can see, no one has a restaurant inn in the three religions and nine streams, but here.

Fu Xiangqing came here on purpose, she got out of the carriage and walked into this famous teahouse, but she only stayed on the first floor. Xiao Er, who was waiting, could see that she was the young lady of the official eunuch's family, although the first floor of the cyclamen residence received all kinds of guests, but the official lady rarely came if she was not accompanied by her brother at home.

Xiao Er was a little hesitant to invite this young lady to the private room upstairs, the official eunuch was not the same as ordinary people. was hesitating, only to hear Fu Xiangqing already speak: "Give me the best tea you have here." ”

Xiao Er saw that there were not many guests around, and even the individual guests on the first floor who came to drink tea were also scholars or some decent people, and this environment was reasonable, so he also said: "We don't dare to say that the tea here is the best, but it is also the most real tea in the capital, Miss wait a minute." ”

After a while, someone came over with a complete set of tea sets, and the people who were waiting for the tea set them one by one, and filtered the tea in the teapot into a fair cup in front of Fu Xiangqing, and poured her a cup of tea, and then told Fu Xiangqing's girl standing next to her: "The girl can pour tea for the young lady like this in a while." If you want to change the taste, just call me, and we'll be here in half an hour. ”

Cui Yu couldn't help asking, "Half an hour?" ”

"Yes, our store opens early, and if the girl comes half an hour early, she can rest here for half an hour."

Cui Yu asked again: "So early?" ”

"On weekdays, most of the guests who come here are men, so I don't think it's early."

Fu Xiangqing nodded, and the person who spoke withdrew.

At this moment, in front of the desk in the center of the first floor, the storyteller began to tell today's story.

Coincidentally, this story is about the Wang family, which has gone through several generations and is known as a century-old family. The corners of Fu Xiangqing's mouth curled slightly, revealing a satisfied smile. After the story was finished and the tea was tasted, Fu Xiangqing also got up

At this time, Fu Tianqing began to practice calligraphy after breakfast. Since the old lady made a fuss two days ago, Fushengzhai has been a little unhappy. At this time of annoyance, Qin Xintang sent someone to spread the word and call Li's mother over. (To be continued.) )