Chapter 233
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After blaming me for not telling her in advance when I came back, Li Mengting quietly asked me where I am now?
I said I was in an unopened bar on moon street. The name of the bar is Yueliangwan. After listening, Li Mengting immediately hung up the phone. In less than ten minutes, a red Ferrari appeared at the gate of Yueliangwan with a high profile. The window fell, revealing a beautiful woman who put her hair on the back of her head. The classic beauty's oval face, fine eyebrows, slender Phoenix eyes, and the tips of her eyes were slightly picked up, showing full of spring. There was a black beauty mole beside her bright red lips, It seems very charming. Who else is not the great witch Li Mengting?
Li Mengting is very confident in her figure, so she likes to wear some clothes that can outline her figure curve. Today, she wears a plain white cheongsam, the skirt is knee high, the slit is not high, and a pair of high-heeled shoes on her feet are charming, revealing a trace of modesty and a bit of Mingyuan flavor.
"Sister Ting, I haven't seen you for a while. You've become more beautiful."
"Giggle, little Chen Yu's skin is a little dark, but the whole person is more energetic, and her temperament has become much stronger. The whole person is like a scabbard knife with sharp edges." Li Mengting got out of the car and looked at me up and down with interest. Finally, her eyes fell on my lips. She smiled and said: "The only thing that hasn't changed is that the mouth is still so sweet. Let my sister kiss it?"
When the witch saw me, she began to tease me. She even ignored the envy or strange eyes of passers-by. She really put her bright red lips together and tried to kiss me. In full view of the public, I didn't dare to kiss Li Mengting. I was so scared that she hurriedly pushed away: "sister Ting, stop making trouble."
When Li Mengting saw that I was shy, she giggled with satisfaction. She didn't put her red lips together again, but she closely took up my arm. The whole person snuggled up to me like a deadly beauty snake and said with a smile, "go, sister, take you to see someone."
I had just been squeezed and squeezed by her proud chest on my arm. My nose smelled of the fragrant perfume of women on her body. I forced myself to control the evil thoughts in my heart and walked towards the Ferrari on the roadside. She asked with a little curiosity, "who do I want to see?"
"An old elder of the Chen family, you don't need to know too much. Just go."
I frowned and thought that the Chen family in sister Ting's mouth must refer to the Chen family, one of the four families on the road in Lihai city. What do the old people of the Chen family see me for? Although my surname is Chen, I can't touch the Chen family at all. These big people always make me feel bad when they come to me.
In a suspicious mood, he went to Li Mengting's red Ferrari. Li Mengting drove to a fragrant tea house in Town God's Temple cultural street. We love the people in the city of love. It's a bit similar to Cantonese. Local people like to drink morning tea in the morning, afternoon tea in the afternoon and evening tea in the evening. The teahouse, which does not operate meals and banquets, only specializes in the tea market. This Mingyue building in Wenhua street is such a teahouse.
The bright moon building is decorated in an antique style. The female service is dressed in ancient costumes. Entering here is like going through ancient times. Moreover, the tea here is not making tea, but boiling stream water in a small red mud stove. After the water is boiled, sprinkle tea, and then divide the cup. It is particularly particular. It is very popular with some middle-aged and elderly people who pay attention to enjoying the tea ceremony. Of course, the charge here is also very high , ordinary people can't afford it.
The names of the boxes here are full of Ancient Rhymes, such as Qingfeng, Jianyue, Huating, etc. Li Mengting took me to the door of the box called "Xianting" and knocked gently. The door opened with a click. It was a familiar face. It was the ghost hand of the old man who was responsible for sending me to Myanmar last time.
The ghost hand was dressed like an attendant in ordinary clothes. He said faintly to Li Mengting that the leader of the rosefinch hall came. Then he glanced at me quickly, retreated to the door and let us in.
In the box, there was an old man in addition to the ghost hand of an old man in his 60s. The old man was about 70 years old, wearing a gray cloth clothes and a pair of thousand layer cloth shoes. His hair was gray, his face was thin, and his eyebrows were long, which was a little similar to the eyebrows in the film.
The old man in grey was playing with a small stove and adding charcoal to the stove to make a fire. Li Mengting bowed respectfully and shouted, "second uncle!"
The old man looked up at the speech, opened his mouth and just wanted to talk to Li Mengting, but when his eyes fell on me, he was obviously immediately attracted. The old eyes of Gu jingbubo were a little more excited. He took the towel next to him and wiped his hands. He stood up and said happily, "you're here. Is this Chen Yu?"
"Yes," Li Mengting beat me with her elbow at this time and whispered, "this is one of the oldest elders of the Chen family. Although it doesn't matter now, he has a status and reputation in the Chen family. Call the second uncle."
I think the old man is also surnamed Chen. He was still a family hundreds of years ago. He was an elder. It was nothing to call him second uncle, so he called second uncle to the old man gently and politely.
My uncle looked as like as two peas at the old man. He looked at his grandson, and the collector met the most precious antique. His eyes were filled with delight and excitement. His mouth murmured, "like his father's youth, his eyes are very similar, and his charm is the same."
I was confused and whispered to Li Mengting: "sister Ting, do these two uncles have Alzheimer's disease? Can't he know my father? It's impossible. My father is an ordinary mud leg in the countryside. You upper class people can't know my father."
"Don't be rude." Li Mengting was very serious in front of the old man. She whispered to the old man, "second uncle, you're a little out of style."
The second uncle returned to his senses, nodded and said, "I'm excited. I can't help being excited. Chen Yu, right? Sit down."
There was a short tea table in the box. There were several puduns on the ground around. I knelt down on the pudun like Li Mengting according to the habits of the ancients. The second uncle smiled and cooked for us. He raised a charcoal fire and boiled water in a small red mud stove. While boiling water, he told me that this is the spring water taken from Qingyun Mountain. If you boil tea, the mountain stream spring water is the best, the clear river water is general, and the well water is the worst. If you boil tea with tap water, it will be a waste of tea.
The second uncle seemed to have a lot of research on the tea ceremony. He pointed to the water in the stove and said: "Boiling is also very particular. There are three boils of water. One boils when the water is bubbling and there are small bubbles condensing at the bottom of the pot; the second boils when the small bubbles float constantly; the third boils when the water in the pot rolls violently. You must use the water in the second boils when boiling tea. When the third boils, the water will be old."
The second uncle seemed to be a lonely old man. When he met his little grandson who came home from the summer vacation, he was very interested. He kept telling me his proud skills. At the same time, he quickly cooked the tea, divided the tea into cups, pushed one of the small cups to me, and said enthusiastically: "Xiaoyu, this is my favorite Wuyishan Dahongpao, you have a taste."
Under the gaze of Li Mengting, ghost hand and my second uncle, I stopped thirsty. I reached out to pick up a small blue and white porcelain teacup, opened my mouth and gulped down the tea. Then I murmured twice and said it was hot. Then I found that the three of my second uncle looked at me in amazement. They were like looking at a monster.
Li Mengting turned her charming eyes angrily and said angrily, "it's really cow chewing peony, you guy. A little tea like this top Dahongpao costs thousands of yuan. Drinking tea is about tasting it carefully. Are you so rude?"
I was so embarrassed that my face turned red. I looked at Li Mengting's plain white cheongsam embroidered with peonies and said loudly, "cut, the tea is still not for people to drink. I like cattle to chew peonies."
I don't know why, Li Mengting, who was wearing a peony cheongsam embroidered, seemed to think of something. Her pretty face was also stained with red clouds. Her eyes were as beautiful as silk. Her eyes were shy. She bit her lips and scolded me: "bull calf."
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After blaming me for not telling her in advance when I came back, Li Mengting quietly asked me where I am now?
I said I was in an unopened bar on moon street. The name of the bar is Yueliangwan. After listening, Li Mengting immediately hung up the phone. In less than ten minutes, a red Ferrari appeared at the gate of Yueliangwan with a high profile. The window fell, revealing a beautiful woman who put her hair on the back of her head. The classic beauty's oval face, fine eyebrows, slender Phoenix eyes, and the tips of her eyes were slightly picked up, showing full of spring. There was a black beauty mole beside her bright red lips, It seems very charming. Who else is not the great witch Li Mengting?
Li Mengting is very confident in her figure, so she likes to wear some clothes that can outline her figure curve. Today, she wears a plain white cheongsam, the skirt is knee high, the slit is not high, and a pair of high-heeled shoes on her feet are charming, revealing a trace of modesty and a bit of Mingyuan flavor.
"Sister Ting, I haven't seen you for a while. You've become more beautiful."
"Giggle, little Chen Yu's skin is a little dark, but the whole person is more energetic, and her temperament has become much stronger. The whole person is like a scabbard knife with sharp edges." Li Mengting got out of the car and looked at me up and down with interest. Finally, her eyes fell on my lips. She smiled and said: "The only thing that hasn't changed is that the mouth is still so sweet. Let my sister kiss it?"
When the witch saw me, she began to tease me. She even ignored the envy or strange eyes of passers-by. She really put her bright red lips together and tried to kiss me. In full view of the public, I didn't dare to kiss Li Mengting. I was so scared that she hurriedly pushed away: "sister Ting, stop making trouble."
When Li Mengting saw that I was shy, she giggled with satisfaction. She didn't put her red lips together again, but she closely took up my arm. The whole person snuggled up to me like a deadly beauty snake and said with a smile, "go, sister, take you to see someone."
I had just been squeezed and squeezed by her proud chest on my arm. My nose smelled of the fragrant perfume of women on her body. I forced myself to control the evil thoughts in my heart and walked towards the Ferrari on the roadside. She asked with a little curiosity, "who do I want to see?"
"An old elder of the Chen family, you don't need to know too much. Just go."
I frowned and thought that the Chen family in sister Ting's mouth must refer to the Chen family, one of the four families on the road in Lihai city. What do the old people of the Chen family see me for? Although my surname is Chen, I can't touch the Chen family at all. These big people always make me feel bad when they come to me.
In a suspicious mood, he went to Li Mengting's red Ferrari. Li Mengting drove to a fragrant tea house in Town God's Temple cultural street. We love the people in the city of love. It's a bit similar to Cantonese. Local people like to drink morning tea in the morning, afternoon tea in the afternoon and evening tea in the evening. The teahouse, which does not operate meals and banquets, only specializes in the tea market. This Mingyue building in Wenhua street is such a teahouse.
The bright moon building is decorated in an antique style. The female service is dressed in ancient costumes. Entering here is like going through ancient times. Moreover, the tea here is not making tea, but boiling stream water in a small red mud stove. After the water is boiled, sprinkle tea, and then divide the cup. It is particularly particular. It is very popular with some middle-aged and elderly people who pay attention to enjoying the tea ceremony. Of course, the charge here is also very high , ordinary people can't afford it.
The names of the boxes here are full of Ancient Rhymes, such as Qingfeng, Jianyue, Huating, etc. Li Mengting took me to the door of the box called "Xianting" and knocked gently. The door opened with a click. It was a familiar face. It was the ghost hand of the old man who was responsible for sending me to Myanmar last time.
The ghost hand was dressed like an attendant in ordinary clothes. He said faintly to Li Mengting that the leader of the rosefinch hall came. Then he glanced at me quickly, retreated to the door and let us in.
In the box, there was an old man in addition to the ghost hand of an old man in his 60s. The old man was about 70 years old, wearing a gray cloth clothes and a pair of thousand layer cloth shoes. His hair was gray, his face was thin, and his eyebrows were long, which was a little similar to the eyebrows in the film.
The old man in grey was playing with a small stove and adding charcoal to the stove to make a fire. Li Mengting bowed respectfully and shouted, "second uncle!"
The old man looked up at the speech, opened his mouth and just wanted to talk to Li Mengting, but when his eyes fell on me, he was obviously immediately attracted. The old eyes of Gu jingbubo were a little more excited. He took the towel next to him and wiped his hands. He stood up and said happily, "you're here. Is this Chen Yu?"
"Yes," Li Mengting beat me with her elbow at this time and whispered, "this is one of the oldest elders of the Chen family. Although it doesn't matter now, he has a status and reputation in the Chen family. Call the second uncle."
I think the old man is also surnamed Chen. He was still a family hundreds of years ago. He was an elder. It was nothing to call him second uncle, so he called second uncle to the old man gently and politely.
My uncle looked as like as two peas at the old man. He looked at his grandson, and the collector met the most precious antique. His eyes were filled with delight and excitement. His mouth murmured, "like his father's youth, his eyes are very similar, and his charm is the same."
I was confused and whispered to Li Mengting: "sister Ting, do these two uncles have Alzheimer's disease? Can't he know my father? It's impossible. My father is an ordinary mud leg in the countryside. You upper class people can't know my father."
"Don't be rude." Li Mengting was very serious in front of the old man. She whispered to the old man, "second uncle, you're a little out of style."
The second uncle returned to his senses, nodded and said, "I'm excited. I can't help being excited. Chen Yu, right? Sit down."
There was a short tea table in the box. There were several puduns on the ground around. I knelt down on the pudun like Li Mengting according to the habits of the ancients. The second uncle smiled and cooked for us. He raised a charcoal fire and boiled water in a small red mud stove. While boiling water, he told me that this is the spring water taken from Qingyun Mountain. If you boil tea, the mountain stream spring water is the best, the clear river water is general, and the well water is the worst. If you boil tea with tap water, it will be a waste of tea.
The second uncle seemed to have a lot of research on the tea ceremony. He pointed to the water in the stove and said: "Boiling is also very particular. There are three boils of water. One boils when the water is bubbling and there are small bubbles condensing at the bottom of the pot; the second boils when the small bubbles float constantly; the third boils when the water in the pot rolls violently. You must use the water in the second boils when boiling tea. When the third boils, the water will be old."
The second uncle seemed to be a lonely old man. When he met his little grandson who came home from the summer vacation, he was very interested. He kept telling me his proud skills. At the same time, he quickly cooked the tea, divided the tea into cups, pushed one of the small cups to me, and said enthusiastically: "Xiaoyu, this is my favorite Wuyishan Dahongpao, you have a taste."
Under the gaze of Li Mengting, ghost hand and my second uncle, I stopped thirsty. I reached out to pick up a small blue and white porcelain teacup, opened my mouth and gulped down the tea. Then I murmured twice and said it was hot. Then I found that the three of my second uncle looked at me in amazement. They were like looking at a monster.
Li Mengting turned her charming eyes angrily and said angrily, "it's really cow chewing peony, you guy. A little tea like this top Dahongpao costs thousands of yuan. Drinking tea is about tasting it carefully. Are you so rude?"
I was so embarrassed that my face turned red. I looked at Li Mengting's plain white cheongsam embroidered with peonies and said loudly, "cut, the tea is still not for people to drink. I like cattle to chew peonies."
I don't know why, Li Mengting, who was wearing a peony cheongsam embroidered, seemed to think of something. Her pretty face was also stained with red clouds. Her eyes were as beautiful as silk. Her eyes were shy. She bit her lips and scolded me: "bull calf."
After blaming me for not telling her in advance when I came back, Li Mengting quietly asked me where I am now?I said I was in an unopened bar on moon street. The name of the bar is Yueliangwan. After listening, Li Mengting immediately hung up the phone. In less than ten minutes, a red Ferrari appeared at the gate of Yueliangwan with a high profile. The window fell, revealing a beautiful woman who put her hair on the back of her head. The classic beauty's oval face, fine eyebrows, slender Phoenix eyes, and the tips of her eyes were slightly picked up, showing full of spring. There was a black beauty mole beside her bright red lips, It seems very charming. Who else is not the great witch Li Mengting?Li Mengting is very confident in her figure, so she likes to wear some clothes that can outline her figure curve. Today, she wears a plain white cheongsam, the skirt is knee high, the slit is not high, and a pair of high-heeled shoes on her feet are charming, revealing a trace of modesty and a bit of Mingyuan flavor."Sister Ting, I haven't seen you for a while. You've become more beautiful.""Giggle, little Chen Yu's skin is a little dark, but the whole person is more energetic, and her temperament has become much stronger. The whole person is like a scabbard knife with sharp edges." Li Mengting got out of the car and looked at me up and down with interest. Finally, her eyes fell on my lips. She smiled and said: "The only thing that hasn't changed is that the mouth is still so sweet. Let my sister kiss it?"When the witch saw me, she began to tease me. She even ignored the envy or strange eyes of passers-by. She really put her bright red lips together and tried to kiss me. In full view of the public, I didn't dare to kiss Li Mengting. I was so scared that she hurriedly pushed away: "sister Ting, stop making trouble."When Li Mengting saw that I was shy, she giggled with satisfaction. She didn't put her red lips together again, but she closely took up my arm. The whole person snuggled up to me like a deadly beauty snake and said with a smile, "go, sister, take you to see someone."I had just been squeezed and squeezed by her proud chest on my arm. My nose smelled of the fragrant perfume of women on her body. I forced myself to control the evil thoughts in my heart and walked towards the Ferrari on the roadside. She asked with a little curiosity, "who do I want to see?""An old elder of the Chen family, you don't need to know too much. Just go."I frowned and thought that the Chen family in sister Ting's mouth must refer to the Chen family, one of the four families on the road in Lihai city. What do the old people of the Chen family see me for? Although my surname is Chen, I can't touch the Chen family at all. These big people always make me feel bad when they come to me.In a suspicious mood, he went to Li Mengting's red Ferrari. Li Mengting drove to a fragrant tea house in Town God's Temple cultural street. We love the people in the city of love. It's a bit similar to Cantonese. Local people like to drink morning tea in the morning, afternoon tea in the afternoon and evening tea in the evening. The teahouse, which does not operate meals and banquets, only specializes in the tea market. This Mingyue building in Wenhua street is such a teahouse.The bright moon building is decorated in an antique style. The female service is dressed in ancient costumes. Entering here is like going through ancient times. Moreover, the tea here is not making tea, but boiling stream water in a small red mud stove. After the water is boiled, sprinkle tea, and then divide the cup. It is particularly particular. It is very popular with some middle-aged and elderly people who pay attention to enjoying the tea ceremony. Of course, the charge here is also very high , ordinary people can't afford it.The names of the boxes here are full of Ancient Rhymes, such as Qingfeng, Jianyue, Huating, etc. Li Mengting took me to the door of the box called "Xianting" and knocked gently. The door opened with a click. It was a familiar face. It was the ghost hand of the old man who was responsible for sending me to Myanmar last time.The ghost hand was dressed like an attendant in ordinary clothes. He said faintly to Li Mengting that the leader of the rosefinch hall came. Then he glanced at me quickly, retreated to the door and let us in.In the box, there was an old man in addition to the ghost hand of an old man in his 60s. The old man was about 70 years old, wearing a gray cloth clothes and a pair of thousand layer cloth shoes. His hair was gray, his face was thin, and his eyebrows were long, which was a little similar to the eyebrows in the film.The old man in grey was playing with a small stove and adding charcoal to the stove to make a fire. Li Mengting bowed respectfully and shouted, "second uncle!"The old man looked up at the speech, opened his mouth and just wanted to talk to Li Mengting, but when his eyes fell on me, he was obviously immediately attracted. The old eyes of Gu jingbubo were a little more excited. He took the towel next to him and wiped his hands. He stood up and said happily, "you're here. Is this Chen Yu?""Yes," Li Mengting beat me with her elbow at this time and whispered, "this is one of the oldest elders of the Chen family. Although it doesn't matter now, he has a status and reputation in the Chen family. Call the second uncle."I think the old man is also surnamed Chen. He was still a family hundreds of years ago. He was an elder. It was nothing to call him second uncle, so he called second uncle to the old man gently and politely.My uncle looked as like as two peas at the old man. He looked at his grandson, and the collector met the most precious antique. His eyes were filled with delight and excitement. His mouth murmured, "like his father's youth, his eyes are very similar, and his charm is the same."I was confused and whispered to Li Mengting: "sister Ting, do these two uncles have Alzheimer's disease? Can't he know my father? It's impossible. My father is an ordinary mud leg in the countryside. You upper class people can't know my father.""Don't be rude." Li Mengting was very serious in front of the old man. She whispered to the old man, "second uncle, you're a little out of style."The second uncle returned to his senses, nodded and said, "I'm excited. I can't help being excited. Chen Yu, right? Sit down."There was a short tea table in the box. There were several puduns on the ground around. I knelt down on the pudun like Li Mengting according to the habits of the ancients. The second uncle smiled and cooked for us. He raised a charcoal fire and boiled water in a small red mud stove. While boiling water, he told me that this is the spring water taken from Qingyun Mountain. If you boil tea, the mountain stream spring water is the best, the clear river water is general, and the well water is the worst. If you boil tea with tap water, it will be a waste of tea.The second uncle seemed to have a lot of research on the tea ceremony. He pointed to the water in the stove and said: "Boiling is also very particular. There are three boils of water. One boils when the water is bubbling and there are small bubbles condensing at the bottom of the pot; the second boils when the small bubbles float constantly; the third boils when the water in the pot rolls violently. You must use the water in the second boils when boiling tea. When the third boils, the water will be old."The second uncle seemed to be a lonely old man. When he met his little grandson who came home from the summer vacation, he was very interested. He kept telling me his proud skills. At the same time, he quickly cooked the tea, divided the tea into cups, pushed one of the small cups to me, and said enthusiastically: "Xiaoyu, this is my favorite Wuyishan Dahongpao, you have a taste."Under the gaze of Li Mengting, ghost hand and my second uncle, I stopped thirsty. I reached out to pick up a small blue and white porcelain teacup, opened my mouth and gulped down the tea. Then I murmured twice and said it was hot. Then I found that the three of my second uncle looked at me in amazement. They were like looking at a monster.Li Mengting turned her charming eyes angrily and said angrily, "it's really cow chewing peony, you guy. A little tea like this top Dahongpao costs thousands of yuan. Drinking tea is about tasting it carefully. Are you so rude?"I was so embarrassed that my face turned red. I looked at Li Mengting's plain white cheongsam embroidered with peonies and said loudly, "cut, the tea is still not for people to drink. I like cattle to chew peonies."I don't know why, Li Mengting, who was wearing a peony cheongsam embroidered, seemed to think of something. Her pretty face was also stained with red clouds. Her eyes were as beautiful as silk. Her eyes were shy. She bit her lips and scolded me: "bull calf."
