While Feng Xiaoyun and the others were making tea, the fat man secretly looked at the notes on his palm under the table, but because of nervousness and sweating, they had become a little blurry.
"When I came here today, I passed by a flower shop and saw a woman who looked like you!" Fortunately, he still remembered this opening line.
Feng Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. It seemed this fat guy had been trained by her brother. But she remained calm on the surface and asked, "Oh? Then did you go up to see if she was pretty? Who was prettier, me or her?"
This question seemed to have an answer, but the sweat on my palms had soaked them all and I couldn't see it clearly. How should I answer? The fat man got nervous and sweat appeared on his forehead.
"What's wrong? Is it hot?" Feng Xiaoyue asked considerately.
"Ah, ha, a little bit. Maybe they turned the heating up a little too high. It's okay. You know, people like me who are a little fat tend to sweat more easily. Aren't you hot?" The fat man tried to change the subject.
"It's not hot. I think the temperature is just right. By the way, you haven't answered my question just now!" Feng Xiaoyue obviously would not give him the opportunity to change the subject.
What should I do? The fat man was so nervous that he couldn't remember the correct answer that Feng Xiaoyun had taught him. He turned to look at the bar, wanting to ask for help, only to find that Feng Xiaoyun was concentrating on making tea.
When her eyes passed by Yan Zi, she suddenly remembered what Feng Xiaoyun had said to her at that time, and said with inspiration: "You are prettier than her without makeup, and you are prettier than everyone else with makeup."
"Pfft~" Feng Xiaoyue couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. Then, she looked at the fat man with picturesque eyes and asked, "But I remember I always wear makeup when I go out. When have you ever seen me without makeup?"
"Ah? Ah! That~that~" After holding it in for a long time, the fat man whispered, "I've imagined it in my mind!"
Fortunately, Yan Zi brought the tea they ordered to the two of them. Because Feng Xiaoyue came, Feng Xiaoyun made both cups of tea into gaiwan tea according to his family's custom.
This way of drinking tea is not popular in Liangang City. The fat man was a little confused when he saw the three-layered tea tray, tea bowl and tea lid. How come it was different from the usual tea drinking utensils?
Feng Xiaoyue smiled slightly, picked up the tea tray and taught him: "Here, scrape the tea soup with the tea lid before drinking. If you scrape it lightly, the taste will be lighter, and if you scrape it hard, the taste will be thicker."
The fat man watched Feng Xiaoyue pick up the tea set elegantly, and he followed suit, picked it up, scraped it a few times, blew on it gently, and then took a sip.
"Hmm! It tastes good!" I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but after the fat man finished the set, he tasted it and felt that it really tasted much better than what he drank in the morning.
For a moment, both of them drank tea quietly. The difference was that Feng Xiaoyue seemed to be drinking tea with no distractions, while the fat man just took a few sips and glanced at her secretly.
"I see you have a guitar on the wall. Can you sing?" Feng Xiaoyue suddenly put down the tea bowl and asked.
"Yes!" Feng Xiaoyun thought it was useless to say no, and he didn't know what tricks his witch sister would play next.
"Let's play a song. You guys don't even play music in this teahouse."
"Okay!" Feng Xiaoyun gritted his teeth, took out his guitar, tuned it and started singing.
"If staying for one more second can reduce the time I miss you tomorrow, I will be willing to give up everything..."
"I've started contacting people, and I'm slowly getting anxious, anxious about this world without you..."
The fat man listened and murmured, "Brother Feng is really amazing. I didn't expect him to play the guitar so well and sing so well."
In his opinion, he was handsome, could play the piano and sing well. He was the template of a school celebrity back then.
Feng Xiaoyue looked at the fat man speechlessly. Was this Feng Xiaoyun telling herself that if the deal didn't work out in the future, the fat man would have to practice slowly to live in this city without her?
She didn't say anything else, but just asked the fat man curiously: "Do you know which hospital nearby has better Wi-Fi?"
"Ah? I don't know. Why are you asking this? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" The fat man looked at Feng Xiaoyue in confusion.
Well, it seems that there is no point in persuading her. Feng Xiaoyun knew that if he continued singing, he would probably know which hospital’s Wi-Fi was better, so he quickly changed the song.
"Sitting back to back on the carpet, listening to music, and talking about wishes..."
"This song is good!" Feng Xiaoyue nodded with satisfaction.
"Actually, that song was also very nice!" The fat man praised, "And how come I haven't heard such a beautiful song before?"
Feng Xiaoyue looked at Hanhan in front of her unhappily: "You insisted on asking me out today, is there something wrong?"
Ah, this is the focus of today. The fat man stiffened all over, then sat up straight, but his calves leaning on the chair were shaking unconsciously.
Don't panic, take a deep breath. Brother Feng said, do as he said. Even if you can't make the relationship go further, at least you can continue to be friends.
And I don’t know if it was the lyrics that Feng Xiaoyun was softly singing, “The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you,” that made Fatty feel that now was the best time to confess his love.
He had already thought about how to express his feelings countless times in his mind, and he could remember it clearly even without looking at the words on his palm.
"Well~ I want to confess to the person I like, so I want to ask you." The fat man tried his best to keep his tone calm, but the trembling in his voice still betrayed him.
"Then no matter what I say, will you say you like me?" Feng Xiaoyue asked with a smile.
"I like it~~" The fat man was about to continue speaking when he realized that the other party was not following the routine! How should he respond to such an answer? Brother Feng had never taught him!
Big drops of sweat oozed from his forehead and temples.
"Feng Xiaoyun, come here!" Seeing the fat man like this, Feng Xiaoyue couldn't hold it in anymore and didn't plan to pretend anymore, so she shouted directly at the bar.
Feng Xiaoyun? Who is that? The fat man looked up in confusion. He knew Feng Xiaoyue's name, of course, but who was Feng Xiaoyun?
Then the guitar and singing that served as the background music stopped, and Feng Xiaoyun walked over with an embarrassed look on his face.
"sister!"
Sister? The fat man looked at Feng Xiaoyun, then at Feng Xiaoyue. No wonder he felt that the two looked a bit alike. At first he even wondered if they looked like a couple, but it turned out that they were actually siblings.
This is not the fat man's fault. Feng Xiaoyun just said his surname was Feng at the time. There are so many people with the surname Feng in the world. How could he have imagined that the teahouse he was looking for was opened by the younger brother of his favorite person.
"That~that~" The situation was so embarrassing that the fat man had no idea how to deal with it.
"I agree!" Feng Xiaoyue suddenly said to the fat man with a smile.
"Ah?" The fat man was completely confused about the situation.
"We can try dating for a while!"
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