Two o'clock in the afternoon, Yuhe Tea House.

Located on the seventh floor of the Ginza mall, this tea house is surrounded by tea sets and tea shops.

The façade of the Royal Tea House is decorated in an antique style, and the concierge who stands in front of the door to receive him is also wearing a cheongsam with a respectful and rigorous attitude.

Knowing that Yan Shiqi had made an appointment for a tea art class, the concierge bowed slightly, glanced at the reservation form, and smiled kindly: "Miss Yan, please come with me." ”

Walking into the threshold of the tea house, a burst of pungent tea fragrance wafted in the air.

Bypassing the carved empty screen, there is a bone-colored tea table in front of you, and further inside is an independent tea art classroom, with different names marked on the door signs, and the fragrance of tea becomes more and more intense as you go deeper.

"Miss Yan, your classroom is here, and the tea master is already waiting for you inside!" The concierge stopped in front of the door of the last tea art classroom and carefully pushed open half the door for her.

Yan Shiqi thanked him and looked up at the door number of the tea room: Zen Xuan.

She pushed the door in, the delicate tea table, the wood-colored Taishi chair, and a figure in a mercury gown sat with her back to her.

Yan Shiqi casually brought it to the door, and surprise flashed from the bottom of his eyes.

She thought that the tea teacher should be a woman, but she didn't expect it to be a man.

"Hello, teacher. ”

Yan Shiqi took two steps forward with his bag and called at his back.

"You're here!" the voice is familiar!

With the sound of the floor, the man in the Taishi chair looked back and caught Yan Shiqi's surprise, he smiled, "Yan, I was surprised to see me?"

This is a bit of a joke.

Yan Shiqi was stunned for half a second, "Teacher Song?" and then couldn't help chuckling, "I'm really surprised, so you're my tea art teacher?"

As she spoke, she paced forward, and Song Qiyu got up to greet her, "I'm also surprised, you want to learn tea art, sit down." ”

This conversation is enough to prove that Song Qiyu is indeed her tea master.

After Yan Shiqi sat down, the eyes of the two briefly met in the air.

Then she lowered her eyes and looked at the furnishings on the tea table, such as water boilers, tea trays, pot bearers, tea towels, fair cups, tea filters, tea lotuses, tea clips, etc......

These tea utensils, which she had been familiar with in the morning, were presented on the tea table in different categories.

Yan Shiqi gathered his thoughts and met Song Qiyu's eyes, "Why did you become a tea master here?"

The identity of the teacher, coupled with the background of the richest man in Spring City, she does not believe in the lack of money.

Is it interest?

Song Qiyu opened his eyes, his eyes were pale, he picked up the tea lotus, scooped a spoonful of tea leaves, and said bluntly: "This is my tea art building, and I will occasionally come to a few classes when I have nothing to do." ”

Yan Shiqi shook his head with a smile and was silent.

Should she thank Ling Zihuan for casually registering her for a class, and then she will report to Song Qiyu's tea art house.

"What are you laughing at? Don't believe I can teach you the art of tea?" Song Qiyu looked at her smiling, and a streamer appeared in his eyes.

In the rich fragrance of tea, she sat opposite, wearing a long blue dress and a beige knitted jacket, like a pale lily, elegant and dignified.

He could vaguely understand the reason why Qin Baiyu was so attentive to her.

After all, the two of them are the same age, and they are from a wealthy family, and after the baptism of the years, they have long passed the age of laughter and play.

If the women around you are too cheerful and coquettish, it is easy to add trouble.

It's a girl like Yan Shiqi, who is calm and calm, smart and steady, and will give birth to the gentleness of the quiet years by her side.

Yan Shiqi explained with a smile, "It's not that I don't believe you, but I think Licheng is really small." ”