Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 808 The tea shop that came back to life
"Go to the water!"

This shout was like a steel needle, piercing the stagnant space.

The people listening to books in the teahouse seemed to be awakened from their dreams, and they got up to look outside one after another, and the whole teahouse became alive.

Even when they saw thick smoke billowing from a certain direction on the street, several guests at the table rushed out immediately.

"The thick smoke seems to have blown over from my alley. Could it be that the alley of my house has been flooded... Make way, please make way..."

The people who rushed out to fight the fire and the people who watched the commotion outside while taking advantage of their necks shouted loudly together.

The guests upstairs also pushed open the carved wooden windows to look down...

For a while, the whole teahouse was in chaos.

But it is more popular than when I was listening to the book just now.

On the tea table next to it, the young city lord and the two bullies also stood up, and the accompanying servants carefully guarded the young city lord's side, watching the tea guests who suddenly became chaotic around them with full of vigilance.

Gang Jing, who had been admonishing others before, said: "Since there is a fire, it may burn into this teahouse, so we'd better leave earlier. The young city master is expensive, so you need to be more careful when you go out."

The other snorted coldly: "Hmph, don't use the young city lord as a shield. The young city lord is calmer and more responsible than you. I think you are afraid and want to go back. If you want to go back, go by yourself. I will wait here with the young city lord." Start with the story."

The admonishing Gang Jing stared: "I am worried about the safety of the young city master, whoever is afraid is the grandson!"

The other barman immediately said: "Grandson, hurry up and call grandpa."

Loves to teach others: "Look for a fight!" While speaking, a white light flickered in the palm of his hand, and he was about to do it...

Yan Yan saw clearly the weapon in this man's hand with her sharp eyes, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes fixed on that completely unfamiliar face of this man.

It's just that the man's weapon has not yet been revealed, the young city lord lowered his brows and reprimanded: "If you two want to cause trouble, go back to Canglang City right now!"

The gangster who loves to teach others immediately put away the exhaled qi breath, and the other gangster on the opposite side restrained their sharpness, and bowed to the young city master to make amends.

Bo Chengxian also recovered from the story just now, stood up and looked out the window.

Seeing the sound of gongs and drums in the street, and thick smoke billowing, Bo Chengxian said to Yanyan: "This fire statue has already become powerful, suzerain wait here for a while, disciples go out and see if they can help."

Yan Yan nodded: "Go, pay attention to safety."

Bo Chengxian responded, and Yu Jian went to the window on the second floor.

In an unfamiliar place, and there is no caravan in front of him, the white chain is too iconic, so Yan Yan asked Bo Chengxian to put away the white chain that he used to carry, and only use the common silver sword.

There was too much movement in the teahouse, no one noticed Bo Chengxian leaving.

At the table next to them, the three of them sat quietly and drank tea, waiting patiently for the storytelling to start again.

The clerks and shopkeepers downstairs are already busy collecting tea money, greeting guests, and maintaining order in the bookstore...

It was as if the whole world had been brought back to life because of this fire.

Yanyan obviously felt something was wrong when she was telling the story just now, but her face was still calm and peaceful.

After peeling the water chestnut in his hand, Chen Zhen stood up and stretched his waist.

Seeing that he was going to leave, Yan Yan asked with a smile, "Why didn't you wait? Haven't you heard the story behind?"

Chen Zhen shook his head: "I won't talk about it today."

Yanyan raised her eyebrows, and looked downstairs, the storyteller was still sitting behind the desk without moving.

Knowing that she didn't believe it, Chen Zhen said, "It's like this every time. It's almost here that it's broken today. There are always various interruptions. I'm used to it."

After finishing speaking, Chen Zhen put the water chestnut skins on the table into the empty tea bowl, turned around and was about to leave.

Yan Yan called him, pointed to the water chestnuts on the table: "These are for you."

Chen Zhen squinted his eyes and smiled, then turned back, took out a small half of the water chestnuts, took a handful of them, and thanked Yanyan again.

Yan Yan smiled and said: "Take it all and eat it, if you can't eat it, let your mother make water chestnut buns for you."

Chen Zhen shook his head: "My father said, you shouldn't be too greedy. I already ate a lot of my sister today, so I took them home to make steamed buns for my mother. That's enough."

Yanyan was surprised that the child's tutor was actually.

Chen Zhen had already turned around and ran downstairs.

Yanyan cast her eyes downstairs, and saw Chen Zhen holding water chestnuts in his hands, passing through the bustling crowd neatly, and quickly disappeared at the door of the teahouse.

The young city lord at the next table finally stood up, and said slowly: "It seems that today's story can't be heard, so come back another day."

After he finished speaking, he stepped out of the bench with long legs, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

The two bullies also hurriedly got up and walked out.

When the young city lord passed the Yanyan tea table, he glanced at her indifferently, without stopping, and the few people quickly disappeared at the stairs.

Yanyan didn't get up.

She cast her gaze down, and sure enough, she saw that the storyteller had put away a few simple outfits.

It's just that he is still sitting behind the desk, and is not in a hurry to leave, as if he is resting.

Xiao Er served a cup of tea with Mr.

The gentleman got up to take the tea, exchanged some pleasantries with the second child, and then sat down to drink the tea slowly, as if he was waiting for the commotion caused by the fire to subside.

The light-white fingertips picked up a water chestnut from the table and squeezed it lightly. The skin of the water chestnut split open, revealing the white flesh inside.

Yanyan took out the pulp and put it in her mouth, the refreshing and sweet fragrance permeated with water vapor was instantly filled between her lips and teeth, just like biting into a piece of morning dew.

This water chestnut is really good!
Yanyan peeled a few more and ate, but Bo Chengxian hadn't come back yet, and when she raised her eyes again, she realized that the tea shop was full of guests who had almost left by now.

The storyteller's bowl of tea has also been finished.

Mr. Gently put the tea bowl on the table, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and raised his head.

The old man turned his bright eyes to Yan Yan, and then smiled.

Unexpectedly, the old man looked at him, Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"I don't teach books anymore today, why doesn't the girl leave?"

The old man's voice was not loud, but Yan Yan who was sitting on the second floor could hear him clearly.

This old man has no spiritual power, he probably has a good voice that he has cultivated through years of storytelling.

Yanyan smiled lightly: "You can still drink tea if you don't have books to listen to." She raised the teacup in her hand as she spoke.

The storyteller laughed: "Miss has a good temperament, but everyone in the world is afraid of disasters, so you are not afraid of fire coming to this teahouse."

Yanyan shook her head: "I'm not afraid of fire, I just want to listen to books."

The gentleman withdrew his gaze and picked up the bamboo basket in front of him: "I won't talk about it today. If the girl likes to listen to books, come back tomorrow."

Yanyan: "Anyway, the story can't be finished every day, let alone leave in a hurry."

Without looking up, the old man walked down the storytelling stand with a bamboo basket and walked towards the gate of the tea shop.Turning his back to Yanyan, he only left a sentence: "Being a human being, living too clearly may not be a good thing."

Under Yanyan's gaze, the storyteller walked out of the tea shop with a bamboo basket in his hands.

Yan Yan also stood up, took the leftover water chestnuts on the table and randomly took a pack of oiled paper, and jumped down the railing, surrounded by light golden light.

In the next breath, the person had left the tea shop and stood in the middle of the street.

The traffic on the street has returned to normal, and the riot caused by the fire just now has subsided.

But Yan Yan stood in the middle of the street and looked left and right, but she didn't see the figure of the storyteller.

(End of this chapter)