20 years of restarting life

Chapter 1495 Liu Anqi

Zhao Changan drove Liu Yihui's golden cup to the agreed Doulao shop, and when he got off the car, he saw Liu Mingxiong, Lang Ruping, and Mai Guixue in a pavilion beside a small river with smoked weeping willows not far from the parking lot. Drink afternoon tea.

Sitting kneeling on the soft cushion next to her is a beautiful woman with her hair tied up in a tall bun, revealing Xuenen's long neck, her figure is graceful and her upper body is leaning forward. From the side, she looks very fierce with her thin waist, big buttocks and white legs. The high-slit cheongsam tea ceremony for women is performing tea ceremony.

There is also a female luthier with long black straight hair and casual clothes playing the guzheng.

The spring breeze is soft, the sunshine is just right, and the long strips of weeping willows are slightly fluttering in the river breeze, which is suitable for leisure and spending a quiet afternoon tea time.

Especially the cheongsam female tea artisan who is kneeling and pouring tea, the curve of her waist and hips is so attractive that Zhao Changan, a mule, just glanced at it for the first time, and he has a feeling in his heart that if the big millstone in the mill makes the mule Put it on the shelf, then cover it with a black cloth and start the stone mill. The rhythm of "squeaky" must be very interesting.

"These three old mallets will enjoy it."

Zhao Chang'an muttered, and strode over.

"The three big bosses will enjoy it. The place is good, the tea is good, the piano is good, and the girl is pretty."

Zhao Chang'an walked over, and before the three old sticks who had seen him long ago but pretended not to see him stood up hypocritically, and sat down on the empty chair that was reserved for him at first glance. down.

The sound of the piano flowing through the female luthier's fingertips stagnated slightly, and then the sound of the piano continued to flow.

However, he raised his head, raised his pretty face with a three-point western style slightly, and gave Zhao Changan a gouged look with his bright eyes.

So Zhao Chang'an knew that this beautiful female luthier should be the younger generation of these three old things, so he glanced at this thin woman with ordinary breasts, and specifically looked at the hot female tea master.

In all fairness, although the appearance of this female tea artist can only be regarded as a pretty and ordinary face, it is far inferior to the slightly western-style, aggressive face of this female luthier, but the height of her figure Well, this female tea artist can beat this flat girl by a few blocks.

But at Zhao Chang'an's realm, he has long since broken away from the low-level level of only looking at women and only looking at their faces.

It doesn't matter whether you turn off the light or not, it doesn't matter if you are ruthless, but the hand feel, body shape, and whether you can understand or not understand well-behaved cooperation is more important.

"It's not that I can enjoy it. It's that Lao Mai and Lao Lang and I have become idlers who enjoy retirement in advance. When you come here, you will see the scenery, tea, and piano. Lao Liu's girl is beautiful, but our state of mind is this place. Not bad, enough for us to spend a few days doing nothing.”

Mai Guixue said with a smile: "It's not as good as you young man, busy with his career, he can't wait to break it into two pieces in a minute."

"I didn't praise her for being good-looking. I meant that the tea master was good-looking. I didn't mean that the tea master had a good-looking face, a good-looking figure, and exquisite appearance, but that her exquisite and elegant tea art made people forget the commonplace. This is a kind of pure Appreciation, without any other meaning."

When Zhao Changan heard that it was Liu Mingxiong's daughter, he quickly rectified his name. He didn't mean that Liu Mingxiong's daughter was beautiful, and he didn't want to hear Liu Cui's words that he'd molested Liu Cui's cousins.

And I have to justify my "appreciation" of this female tea artist. I am not admiring her protruding front and back. If a mule pulls it up, it must be a good figure that will be very attractive, but stand on the inheritance of human intangible culture. Appreciate the ancient Chinese tea art culture with a long history.

"Haha~"

The three old sticks, including Liu Mingxiong, laughed in understanding.

The more you deny, the more you agree, they all understand this truth!

They were also young before, and now they are in their 50s and [-]s who like to find young and pretty girls, have small pills to help them at critical moments, and can still fight tough battles, so they naturally know the truth of Zhao Changan's words.

In fact, the reason why the three of them think this Doulao shop is good is not because the food is good and the price is fair and affordable, but because the figure of the female tea master really appeals to them, meat-loving gluttons. .

"Stop playing!"

The flat girl looked at her old and disrespectful father, her two elders, and the little girl Zhao Changan who had the spirit of inheritance, and the four of them looked like dogs and men, and she felt a little uncomfortable and trembled in her heart. flames.

Immediately, he lost the intention of playing, stood up and put away his fingertips and guzheng, while taking a look at the female tea artist who was pouring tea with a very good figure.

He curled his lips at Zhao Changan disdainfully: "Were you very hungry when you were a child? Your family is poor and you lack milk so much? Why don't you buy a few cows to keep at home, and you can put your mouth on them whenever you want to drink."

"Haha~, you are very humorous."

Zhao Chang'an gave a dry laugh, and it was wise not to get along with this noble girl who knew it would be difficult at first glance, and had a bad temper.

For the relatives in Liu Cui's blood line, he only needs to have Liu Cui alone, but he dare not think about the blessings of the sisters sleeping with him and Di Lianqi, which Zhao Chang'an himself doesn't quite understand.

After all, Su Zhengfan and Duan Fengqing have great affection for him, and Su Ying and Liu Mingjie are also very good people, not to mention Liu Cui's dependence on him and reconciliation in the past two years.

There are so many beautiful women in the world, there is no need for Zhao Changan to be so persistent, insisting on playing tricks like those sisters, making Liu Cui lose face in the family and feel sad.

Therefore, Zhao Chang'an didn't want to provoke this girl who was as flat as Pingchuan, Liu Cui's cousin.

"She's not humorous, she's the axis! This is my daughter Anqi Liu."

Liu Mingxiong smiled and scolded his daughter, looked at her and said, "Go to your mother and the others to play, and tell them, Chang'an, are you free tonight?"

Zhao Changan shook his head: "Actually, I'm not that busy."

"Tell your mother that the food should be rich in the evening, and I want to entertain distinguished guests." "Junior, junior, don't dare to talk about distinguished guests."

Zhao Changan quickly denied it.

"Forget it, I'll just drink tea here, the sound of mahjong is just like the noise made by a group of flies."

However, when Liu Mingxiong's daughter heard that her father was going to kick her out and become a sounding board, she immediately became unhappy.

Drinking tea by the river to see the scenery, or watching a few old women playing mahjong in the private room of the hotel, the tablet girl is still loyal to her true inner thoughts.

As for these old and disrespectful old bastards, and this little bluish bastard, the light in his eyes can completely ignore the filter and block them.

Zhao Changan took the frozen top tea from Xiaobai, a female tea artisan, and felt a little cool when his fingertips touched his skin.

This is the skin of the hands of the female tea artist who is always in contact with the hot steam of the teapot, condensing on the skin to form countless fine droplets invisible to the naked eye, and then being blown and evaporated by her own temperature and the river wind. thermal cooling effect.

When Zhao Changan opened the tea cover, he smelled a clear fragrance of tea, his spirits lifted immediately, and he took a sip full of bitterness to return to the sweetness.

"Good tea," he praised, "Good tea art!"

Liu Mingxiong, Lang Ruping, and Mai Guixue all laughed.

"Beauties are pleasing to the eye, refreshing tea, blue rivers and blue waves, weeping willows and pavilions, friends in couples, life is a joy, what more can a husband ask for."

Lang Ruping shook his head and dragged his words.

(End of this chapter)