The mist is misty, the tea is fragrant all over the room, who said that the Chinese tea ceremony is too bland, not as good as the strong coffee in the West. In the café, the aroma of tea and the taste of coffee go head-to-head, and they are no less impressive.

Some people came up one after another, and everyone was attracted by Lin Qingrou's movements, and the fragrance of tea that could not be ignored also helped a lot. Lin Qingrou is definitely a representative of traditional Chinese women, wearing a traditional Chinese cheongsam, her white arms fall outside, and the mist makes Lin Qingrou dyed with the unique mystery of Chinese women.

With the gradual increase in the number of onlookers, it finally attracted the attention of Zuo Xiaomi and others, and after pretending to be casual and glancing at the curious foreigners around, Zuo Xiaomi silently approached Tang Hong and said: "Look around, they are all foreigners who were attracted by Sister Qingrou."

Tang Hong is also not strange about this scene, when she went to Gaoyang City before, she had seen Lin Qingrou when she made tea, let alone a foreigner, even Chinese who often saw tea art would involuntarily be stunned by Lin Qingrou's shocking side when making tea.

"What's this, it's not like you haven't seen the reaction of those people down there when you performed over there just now, don't be so surprised, calm down." Tang Hong said and glanced at Zuo Xiaomi with disdain, but before he could hand it over, he immediately received a rebuttal from Zuo Xiaomi.

"No, I'm asking you to look at the guy in the corner on your right, look at you, isn't that who? That, that, what's it called? Zuo Xiaomi was so excited that he really couldn't remember people's names for a while.

Tang Hong looked at the place where Zuo Mi was pointing, how could she not know about that person? "Mr. Stan." He calmly responded to Zuo Xiaomi's surprise.

"Ahh Yes, yes, yes, yes, I thought he wouldn't come, but I didn't expect to meet him here, oh my God, how many other people are on this ship that I don't usually dare to think of. "The Mr. Stan in Zuo Xiaomi's mouth is a violinist, famous, arrogant, and usually doesn't like to deal with people, but his music makes Zuo Xiaomi like it.

"He seems to be looking at us." Tang Hong kindly reminded that although the person just now only moved his eyes for a moment, he was also seen by Tang Hong.

"No, I heard before that he is a very difficult person to contact, and he loves to ignore the things around him, and he is not interested, you must have read it wrong." Although Zuo Xiaomi is not a loyal fan, she still knows this.

Tang Hong turned her head to look at it again in confusion, and when she looked at it again this time, the person had already turned his head back and looked out the window, as if nothing had happened, Tang Hong was just wrong just now. At this time, Tang Hong muttered in his heart: There is something beautiful outside this window, obviously

It was pitch black and nothing.

Looking away from the man, Tang Hong turned his head to look at the people around him again, these foreigners may also be because they don't have the opportunity to come into contact with tea ceremony culture in normal times, Lin Qingrou's leisurely but wonderful movements are simply not too eye-catching.

Lin Qingrou was not affected by the outside world, even if there were people around here, even if she could hear the whispers of others, and knew what those people were discussing in a whisper, she was still able to calm down and do her own thing, and she was not affected at all.

"It's so lively." Suddenly a voice of Chinese appeared in the English discussion. And people are always so easy to be attracted by those abrupt things, not to mention that this Chinese sentence is still said by Yang Rushui, which can attract the attention of others even more.

Yang Rushui already enjoys a certain reputation in the world, and there are many people here who want to say a word to him, so the place where he appears is still enough to cause a certain degree of sensation.

Zuo Xiaomi was enthusiastic, and as soon as he saw Yang Rushui, he hurriedly got up and greeted, "Teacher Rushui, why are you here?" The appearance of a sentence, a moment of eye contact, and a whispered discussion already sounded around him. The few words that came out of the new life were naturally about Yang Rushui.

Yang Rushui smiled and nodded with Zuo Xiaomi, "It's nothing, it's a little boring to blow the wind on the deck, I just wanted to have a cup of coffee, but I didn't expect to meet you, what a coincidence." "What a coincidence, this cruise ship is so big, it's hard not to meet it, okay, "Don't mind if I join you." ”

"Of course I don't mind, Mr. Rushui, you sit here." As soon as these words came out, Yang Rushui didn't say much, and even no matter what kind of eyes he looked around, he sat down directly at Lin Qingrou, Yang Rushui's seat was directly opposite Lin Qingrou, and he could just see Lin Qingrou's every move clearly.

He is indeed selfish, even though he has seen the scene of Lin Qingrou making tea many times, he still greedily wants to watch it over and over again.

Xu is Lin Qingrou was already accustomed to being watched by everyone when she performed on stage just now, Lin Qingrou's posture at this time was even more calm than when she was performing on stage just now, and after a while, as a series of processes passed, this tea tasting was finally brewed.

With the special tea set, the tea has been better set off, at the moment when Lin Qingrou stopped, the crowd didn't know who started the head, everyone actually applauded with the person, at this time I don't know who in the crowd said a sentence in English, which probably means: "Isn't this the couple who performed on stage just now?"

Lin Qingrou heard it at the tip of her ear, she subconsciously raised her eyes and glanced at Yang Rushui, but the latter didn't seem to hear anything, and tasted tea as usual, "It's still the familiar taste before, Qingrou, your craftsmanship is really the best among so many people I've seen, there is no one." ”

Seeing that Yang Rushui and the others didn't seem to hear anything, Lin Qingrou didn't want to say anything, maybe she heard it wrong, Lin Qingrou, who suppressed the doubts in her heart, didn't notice that a smile suddenly flashed in Yang Rushui's eyes.

However, the curious eyes around him are really not able to ignore, just now when making tea, Lin Qingrou focused on the tea leaves, so he didn't pay too much attention to them, now that the tea has been brewed, the people around him have no intention of diverting attention.

The owner of the café came over at this time, maybe because she saw Yang Rushui, she thought about coming over and saying a few words when she saw Yang Rushui and Lin Qingrou coming over together, but she was embarrassed at that time, and now she finally gave her Yang Rushui again, this time she will not miss this opportunity.

"This is a special snack in our store, thank you for bringing a different experience to my small shop." Of course, this sentence is said in English. The owner here is a pure-blooded British, and the London accent is very comfortable to listen to.

Coincidentally, Yang Rushui's English is also fluent in London, which is different from Lin Qingrou, her pronunciation is American, and she may not be able to hear it when she communicates with others, but the contrast is obvious when she talks to this boss.

Yang Rushui seems to recognize the boss, and it is rare to ignore people without a bad temper, perhaps because Lin Qingrou is there, or maybe it is the gossip smile on the boss's face that makes Yang Rushui look inexplicably happy.

The boss puts the dim sum on the table, the Western-style pastries are always so exquisite, and the white porcelain plate is placed in the middle of the colorful tea set, and there is no sense of disobedience, and the beautiful things will never conflict with each other, even if the cultural belonging is different, it can also be integrated with each other and exchange brilliance on the same level.

Saying that, the boss took out two more boxes from his arms and handed them to Yang Rushui and Lin Qingrou respectively, "This was left by a customer before, please let me find a pair of destined people for this thing, I think you are the most suitable." ”

Tang Hong, Zuo Xiaomi and the others didn't understand much, but they still heard the general few main words, and they were a little surprised why the boss suddenly gave gifts. Lin Qingrou was also a little surprised, and then hurriedly refused: "I think you may have misunderstood, we are not ......"

Before Lin Qingrou could finish speaking, Yang Rushui had already taken the gift box from the boss, and after opening it, he found that it was a brooch, which was very exquisitely made, "It looks good!" While talking about Yang Rushui, he gestured a few times in front of Lin Qingrou, then picked up Lin Qingrou's shawl, and clamped the brooch without saying a word.

After that, I looked at it carefully, not to mention, the plain shawl and this brooch really matched perfectly, and the two of them seemed to be unable to play their most beautiful posture without either of them.

"No, look

See how good it looks. Saying that, Yang Rushui handed the shawl back to Lin Qingrou, Lin Qingrou couldn't refuse no matter what she said this time, seeing Yang Rushui smiling happily, Lin Qingrou didn't want to understand his intentions, since the boss has sent it out, then take it as a fate.

Lin Qingrou took the brooch and looked at it, it was indeed good-looking, and she liked it too, so she stared at it involuntarily. Seeing this, the boss handed the remaining gift box in his hand to Yang Rushui, whispered a few words and left, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened before leaving.

"What did the boss just say?" Lin Qingrou was puzzled, was there anything she couldn't say in front of her? Why do you want to tell Yang Rushui secretly?

Yang Rushui pretended to be mysterious, "I didn't say anything, even if we just kept it well." As he spoke, he opened the box and glanced at the brooch in the box that was similar to the totem on Lin Qingrou's shawl, and a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

(End of chapter)