Qingben beauty

Chapter 110 Grandma Dong's Memories
The old lady squinted her eyes and looked at me for a while, then turned around while talking: "Come in, the door will open by itself."

I smiled, reached in from the iron fence, pulled up the wrench that was just buckled down, opened the door and walked in.

Entering through the iron gate is a path no more than two meters long. Small roses are planted along the iron fence on one side, and two small flower trees are planted on the other side. In the middle, there is a set of garden iron tables. Along the fence, a ring of roses blooming wonderfully was planted.

Just looking at it is pleasing to the eye, and I feel better.

I took a deep breath and walked to the door and up the steps.

The house is a straight room, with the living room in the front, the bathroom and a large storage room in the middle, the bedroom in the innermost part, and the kitchen under the stairs. Although it is 70 square meters, this type of apartment is not easy to live in.

When I got to the door, the old lady had walked down the aisle to the pantry, stooping to get things from the kitchen.

I hurriedly put down the cake box in my hand, stepped forward hurriedly and said, "Grandma, what do you want to take, I will help you."

The old lady straightened her waist, pointing to the kettle on the stove inside without being polite at all, then pointing to the back and saying: "Take the water down, there are teapots and cups on it, take them out."

Following her instructions, I first took the kettle off the stove, then turned around and opened the door of the storage room.

When I was looking at the house, the agent said that the old lady would not let me see more, and the storage room just opened it and then closed it.

Looking at it now, the area inside is not small. One side is full of dusty wooden boxes, and the other side is made of logs to build shelves up to the top.

The tea set the old lady mentioned is on the second floor.

It seems that it is often used, and there is no dust on the tea set.

I took out the tea set, washed it, and sent it to the table in the living room.

The old lady had sat down on the old but clean sofa and was opening a box of sugar cubes.

I have been a little girl in the office for two months, and I also know that the sugar cube is for drinking coffee.

However, the old lady did not take out the coffee.

Seeing the look on my face, the old lady said, "Didn't you say afternoon tea?"

I uh, remembering.

Ms. Deng from the office's European team is said to be a British hand. Once, she was in a good mood. After I changed her coffee three times, she told me something with alms.

Among them is the origin of afternoon tea.

It is said that this afternoon tea comes from England, but it is not a literal meaning, but a kind of etiquette and life attitude.

She said a lot, and I summed it up as follows: This is called afternoon tea, but it actually means eating snacks and chatting.

Moreover, that tea is not the green tea or black tea we drink, but milk tea with a lot of messy things added!
I mentioned afternoon tea at first, but I just mentioned it casually because I saw the sunshine in the afternoon and the flowers outside.

I didn't expect...

The old lady glanced at me lightly and said, "Do you know how to put it?"

I looked at the pile of tea sets that I thought would be placed, but it was obviously not the case. I honestly shook my head and said, "I don't know, I just did. I heard people talk about afternoon tea, and I thought it was just tea and snacks."

The old lady frowned, laughed, and said, "You are honest, come on, let me show you once."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and began to rearrange the pile of tea sets that looked similar to me.

After a while, it was placed into a three-tier dim sum tower, with tea cup saucers, dim sum saucers, snack dishes, and various additive saucers, in the shape of a rose.

The old lady put a bag of tea into the teapot, poured hot water into it, then turned around, and turned on the switch of the stereo beside her.

The melodious music sounded (I later learned that it was Mozart's famous song), the old lady sat back, narrowed her eyes slightly, and then poured tea out of the teapot.

I stared blankly at her, watching her slowly making those movements. Obviously, her wrinkled and extremely old hands would tremble even with a little effort, but in my eyes, she was extremely graceful.

Like the roses in the yard outside.

The old lady pointed at my teacup and said in a low voice, "Add whatever flavor you want."

As she spoke, she poured a little milk into her teacup and added a cube of sugar.

When she said that, I was surprised, smiled awkwardly, followed her example, and added some milk and a cube of sugar.

I took a sip of the tea, and it took me a lot of effort not to spit out the tea, but to swallow it hard.

I can't describe the taste, the tea was bitter, the milk was creamy and the sugar was a weird astringency in it.

The old lady squinted her eyes and laughed, and said, "Drinking for the first time? Why don't you have a snack."

I took a small cake.

The cake melts in the mouth, with a rich sweet aroma.

I was slightly taken aback, I had eaten this kind of cake before, and I didn't find it so sweet.

"If you have eaten bitter, the sweet taste is even more delicious." The old lady also picked up a small cake, took a bite, and said with enjoyment: "It's useless if you please me, I can't move it."

I hiccupped and said, "You know me?"

The old lady laughed and said, "You came to see the house that day, and I recognize you."

I laughed twice.

Well, she should be able to see me clearly when she is sitting in the bedroom, but unfortunately I didn't even think about having a serious conversation with her at the time. I didn't know that the owner of the house was an old lady in her 80s until I applied for the real estate certificate.

After taking a sip of tea, I looked at the room and asked, "Mother-in-law, have you always lived here by yourself?"

The old lady smiled and said, "Do you want to hear my story?"

I froze for a moment, I don't know why this topic jumped here, but then I nodded and said, "I think so."

Indeed, I want to hear it.

I am very curious, such an old man who has no children, but lives such a delicate life, what kind of experience does she have to cultivate such elegance.

"As for me, I was born in the 20s. At that time, our family was considered well-known and rich in Nanjing." The old lady took a sip of tea from the teacup, leaned her body back on the sofa, her face With Chang Chang said: "As for me, I was Miss Qianjin at that time, there were people waiting for me when I went in and out, and there were special rickshaws waiting for me when I went out."

I blinked, took the initiative to pick up the teapot and refilled her a cup of tea, and then put milk and sugar.

"But after the Wa people came, there was nothing left." The old lady still said with a distant look on her face: "I was the only one who was killed in my family, and I fled to Shencheng alone. I went to Paramount to become a dancer, and with this dance, I jumped to Shencheng Liberation."

The old lady's voice paused, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, she said: "In our line of work, no one is willing to marry. Later, after liberation, I met one. Unfortunately, he died in an accident. As for me, inherit After leaving his house, I have lived alone until now, girl, it’s not that I’m playing tricks and refusing to leave, but..."

The old lady took a sip of tea, took some tea and said, "I can't leave here. All I have left is this house and this courtyard. I can have his memories. If I leave, I will lose everything."

(End of this chapter)