Yan Zi and Feng Xiaoyun stared in amazement at the woman who walked in with a smile on her face. Who else could it be but Feng Xiaoyue?
Feng Xiaoyue was slightly stunned when she saw the two of them, then she just nodded politely as if she didn't know them, and followed the fat man to the seat.
[That~that person is Sister Xiaoyue, right?] Although he thought it was her, Yan Zi still asked with suspicion.
[Who else could it be but her?] Feng Xiaoyue's face was filled with black lines.
Then he suddenly realized, "Oh my god, this fat guy actually wants to become my disciple and pursue my sister?"
Yan Zi recalled the way Fatty had been so respectful to Feng Xiaoyun, calling him "Brother Feng," almost bowing down to him, and found it hilarious. He chuckled and asked softly, "Weren't you just calling him Fatty? How did you suddenly become Fatty?"
"I'm a world-renowned hypocrite, don't you know?" Feng Xiaoyun said righteously.
On the other side, the fat man politely asked Feng Xiaoyue to sit down, and then looked at Feng Xiaoyue today.
His already small eyes were narrowed into a slit, but fortunately his eyes were small, so it was not easy for people to notice where he was looking.
What's different about Feng Xiaoyue today? She's different from others, and also different from usual.
The fat man racked his brains and his brows were furrowed into a shape of a "川" (川).
"What are you looking at?" Feng Xiaoyue asked with a gentle tone that Feng Xiaoyun had never heard before.
"I'm looking at you Heping..." The fat man quickly stopped talking, thinking about what Feng Xiaoyun taught him: when meeting someone, he should praise them, and praise their differences. He can't just keep looking at them like this without saying anything, right?
At this moment, the fat man's eyes lit up and he said, "Your thread is so unique!"
Feng Xiaoyue looked at her shoulder following the fat man's finger and burst out laughing: "I accidentally got this thread stuck on me when I took the taxi here just now."
"You've been looking at the threads on my body for so long, haven't you?" Feng Xiaoyue asked aggressively.
"Well, well~" the fat man hesitated for a long time and finally confessed: "I just wanted to praise you!"
[It’s over, it’s over, it’s all over!] Feng Xiaoyun muttered as he huddled behind the bar.
"What's wrong? What's all over?" Yan Zi, who was watching the show with great interest, asked.
[Those things that will kill the fat guy! ]
"What's wrong with you teaching him those things? I heard you talk so clearly and logically, it seems pretty reliable, right? Our love guru!" Yan Zi sneered sarcastically.
[Then~] Feng Xiaoyun could only speak the truth, "You are my first love. All those messed up things were taught to me by Feng Xiaoyue. I haven't even put them into practice yet, but you've already hooked me!"
Yan Zi's heart was sweet when he heard this, but he still said in a scornful tone: "What's wrong with you still not wanting to?"
On the other side, Feng Xiaoyue asked curiously: "Why did you choose such a place?"
"A friend recommended it to me. I remember you once said you really liked tea. The tea here is really good." The fat man added, "Although I don't really understand it, it tastes really good."
Feng Xiaoyue thought about it and couldn't remember when she had ever said that she liked tea. It was rare that he still remembered: "Okay, then I'll buy you tea today!"
"No, no, let's just go Dutch."
"Okay, maybe the boss will give us a free meal today." Feng Xiaoyue smiled and said to the bar, "Order two cups of tea."
[Are you going or am I going?] Yan Zi asked when he saw Feng Xiaoyun hiding in the back.
"You're a waiter, so of course you should go!" Feng Xiaoyun said timidly.
Yan Zi could only hold back his laughter and walked over with the menu.
"Sister is so beautiful!" Feng Xiaoyue took the menu and gave a compliment first.
"Yes, this beautiful waitress is the wife of the tea artist Brother Feng." The fat man echoed.
"He doesn't look as old as you, why do you call him Brother Feng?"
"A wise man is a teacher. Brother Feng taught me a lot of things, hehehe!"
Feng Xiaoyue also tried to hold back her laughter, then looked at Yan Zi and asked, "Sister, there are so many teas on the menu, could you introduce them to me?"
"Well, I don't quite understand. Let me ask our tea artist to introduce it to you." Then Yan Zi called out to Feng Xiaoyun at the bar in a delicate voice, "Husband, come out and introduce our tea to the guests."
This silly wife is incompetent at anything and is the number one hindrance to her husband!
At this time, Feng Xiaoyun could no longer be timid and could only come out from the bar and walk over here.
"Oh, such a young tea artist! What a coincidence! You have the same last name as me."
"Yes, yes, yes, I think it's a coincidence too. You both have the surname Feng." As the fat man spoke, he thought to himself that they actually looked a bit alike. Is this the legendary couple look? Fortunately, my brother Feng has married such a beautiful wife.
"Brother Feng, could you please introduce your specialty tea to me?"
"Wilderness Winter Pieces!" Feng Xiaoyun said coldly. This sister drinks Longjing tea before the Qingming Festival and before the rain in spring and summer, drinks Tieguanyin autumn tea in autumn, and loves Wilderness Winter Pieces in winter. What else can she recommend?
"Hey, there are still wilderness winter slices? Are they authentic? They can't be tableland winter slices, right?"
"It must be authentic~~" Feng Xiaoyun said through gritted teeth.
"I didn't expect that your small teahouse has so many good teas. Did you steal them from the adults at home?" Feng Xiaoyue closed the menu and asked jokingly.
"Don't talk nonsense! Can it be considered stealing if a tea drinker takes out some tea leaves to drink?" Feng Xiaoyun retorted slightly excitedly, then asked, "What does this damn polite fat guy want to drink?"
"You know so much about tea, why don't you recommend one to me?" The fat man looked at Feng Xiaoyue. He had no idea about what she and Feng Xiaoyun had just talked about, such as wilderness winter slices and plateau winter slices. The most he knew was a wilderness prostitute, so he thought Feng Xiaoyue knew a lot.
"Then give him a cup of Dinggu Dafang. It's handmade. Don't try to fool us with machine-made ones. This Dinggu Dafang is very rich in polyphenols, has a richer and more refreshing taste, and a quick and long-lasting sweetness. It's more suitable for your taste."
The first half of the sentence was addressed to Feng Xiaoyun, and the second half was addressed to the fat man.
Feng Xiaoyun took the menu expressionlessly and sighed inwardly. Judging from her behavior, Feng Xiaoyue probably didn't dislike this death. Forget it, she might as well call him Fatty. Now it seems that this is the person with the greatest chance of becoming her brother-in-law.
He also knew that if Feng Xiaoyue really fell in love with him, not only eight oxen, but even eighty or eight hundred oxen would not be able to pull him back.
Watching Feng Xiaoyun leave, Yan Zi also bowed slightly to the two of them and then left.
Back at the bar, she whispered, "Do you think my sister will be interested in this fat guy?"
"Ah~" Feng Xiaoyun sighed and sang softly: "Love is unreasonable. Some people are very popular, while others are not qualified..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
