Wen Fuling rubbed her sleepy eyes and felt that she was still dreaming.

She has been working in Tai Chi Teahouse for a week, but every time she wakes up and sees the antique decorative furniture in this room, she feels like "I've been traveling through time."

After looking at the phone, the red beating on WeChat in the dark was particularly dazzling. He went back on his word and stopped donating the money he sold the car house. The people who connected with him went from being surprised and suspicious at the beginning to being cursed later, and then they kept 999 messages, and simply ignored them.

It is 5 o'clock in the morning, and the mahogany carved window frame is inlaid with opaque frosted glass (actually glazed glass). I can't see the sky outside, but it shouldn't be bright yet. Wen Fuling just took the faint fluorescence of his phone, got up and washed up, and then he woke up completely.

The dream was messy last night. Wen Fuling scratched her head. She thought that a panda monster would appear when she looked in the mirror, but the person in the mirror had a rosy and shiny complexion, which was completely different from what she expected.

"Fu Ling, are you awake?" Yu Yuechu's gentle voice sounded outside the door. Fu Ling quickly agreed, and the two walked down from the fourth floor together.

The fourth floor is the employee dormitory, which is said to be the employee dormitory. In fact, only Yu Yuechu and Fuling live in, one person and one room. In fact, it is equivalent to a single apartment, and it is also a luxurious decoration version.

The two-meter-long mattress is slumped, and the mattress is not soft or hard. The quilt is replaced with the egg yolk Brother's quilt cover and sheets, which has a strange sense of mixing and matching.

The wardrobe is very large, and the four corners are carved with animals that Wen Fuling doesn't recognize, and they have a kind of noble character that is unknown.

Although the dressing table is like other things in this room, it is full of classic Chinese mahogany furniture, but the mirror is the fashionable and simple style with LED backlights.

The whole house is square, with a hollow screen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum in the atrium, separating the two spaces. The sofa is leaning against the wall, and a small bamboo-woven coffee table is in front of the feet. There is a TV on the wall, which is very large.

There is a secret door next to the TV, leading to the bathroom and shower room, which is Wen Fuling’s dormitory.

Wen Fuling has never been to Yu Yuechu's room, but it must be similar.

When the two walked to the third floor, there was a gurgling sound of water beside the stairs, and a dark river looked like a slight landscape. From the rooftop on the fifth floor, the rockery stone design was designed along the stairs, and the pool on the first floor gathered into a flat water surface. Then they rushed in and out of the back door.

When making tea and drinking on weekdays, we get water from the first floor.

The third floor was still dark at this time, with only a little light like beans, illuminating the shadows on the third floor.

The entire third floor is Zhou Jiuyi’s private space. Although the new boss looks easy to talk to, he is the boss after all, so every time he passes by this week, Wen Fuling just glances at him and does not explore the idea.

On the second floor, Wen Fuling mistakenly thought it was the yin hall of the underworld in the underworld, and it was decorated very much in the underworld. It was no wonder Wen Fuling misunderstood it.

The Yinguan is open at midnight and is closed at midnight. Yu Yuechu takes care of the Yinguan affairs. Generally, at this time, Wen Fuling, a purebred human, has already slept on the fourth floor, so she also heard Zhou Jiuyi and Yu Yuechu occasionally say a few words about the Yinguan, but she didn't know much about it.

Every day when the Yinguan business ends, Yu Yue will come to call Wen Fuling to get up at the beginning of the year. The Yangguan business model is quite special. Only those who are destined to see the plaque of the teahouse. Some of them will receive gifts from the teahouse, but more of them are just ordinary drinking tea, ordinary buying tea, and ordinary ending an adventure that they don’t know.

The two arrived at the first floor. The decoration on the first floor was a modern new Chinese style. On the ceiling was a simple and naive Go board, with black and white intertwined. Wen Fuling didn't understand Go, so naturally he couldn't understand the endgame.

The first floor is actually very spacious, but the willful boss Zhou Jiuyi only left two seats for a scattered table. When outsiders saw it, they felt that the boss didn’t want to do business well. With such a large space, they actually left a house to be the boss’s office, one house to be the restaurant, one house to be the kitchen, and one house, good guy, leave nap for employees!

Maybe in the world, Zhou Jiuyi is the only one who opens the door to do business like this.

"Good rain knows the season, and spring happens." The door on the first floor was open. Zhou Jiuyi took out a stool from there and sat at the dividing point inside and outside the house at the door. In fact, this position is equivalent to a threshold. In the past, the old man saw the unlucky child doing this, and he designated that he would be beaten, but Zhou Jiuyi had no elders and was the boss, so he could be willful.

It’s a good thing to be rainy in spring.

I thought Zhou Jiuyi was still sleepy on the third floor, but I didn't expect that the latest one was himself. The social animal instinctively became pregnant. Wen Fuling greeted Zhou Jiuyi in awkwardly: "Boss, morning."

"Called by Brother Chujiu." Zhou Jiuyi was lazy. He was in a good mood today. It was the most comfortable when it rained lightly. The bangs on his forehead were wet by the rain, and they were soft: "Fu Ling, what should I eat this morning?"

When asked about his field of expertise, Wen Fuling regained his confidence: "My sister Yuechu just told me that someone gave me yellow croaker and shrimp last night. So I'll make yellow croaker wontons this morning and make three-fresh egg cakes, can I?"

Since Wen Fuling came, Yu Yuechu no longer had to finish the night and was going to be a delivery boy for the unscrupulous boss, so Yu Yuechu was in a good mood: "The things were sent by Mu Xixi, and she asked her Zhu Ye for a tea brick to leave, leaving a lot of human money."

"Ah, right," Yu Yuechu remembered something again: "She asked someone to ask, do you want the oil and chili she made? She can go back to the teahouse to make it for you."

"You can also make oil chili? Poria cocos, right?" Zhou Jiuyi asked.

Wen Fuling was a little confused whether they were saying what they understood: "Is it oil-sprayed spicy food? Is it like it? Let me see if it looks."

"It's just chili, sesame, and vegetable oil. It's not very spicy and fragrant."

"That's simple!" Wen Fuling felt the bottom of her heart and patted her chest, which was full of flesh: "I'll make less in a while. Can you try it? If not, please come over and make it."

After Wen Fuling finished speaking, she plunged into the kitchen. It was almost 6 o'clock, so she had to hurry up and cook.

The scenery outside the door is completely different from the previous few days. The bluestone alleys, bushes, flowers bloom until the flowers bloom and the fragrance falls into the soil. Walking under the river bridge in the distance, pedestrians hold umbrellas and birds singing in their ears. Such beautiful misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River makes people want to recite poems and paintings.

"Yuechu, I want to write." Zhou Jiuyi's face was already covered with rain, but he didn't care. Yu Yuechu, who was used to seeing his actions, naturally wouldn't care. She took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Zhou Jiuyi's house on the first floor and placed it on the spacious desktop at the front desk.

Paper is ordinary rice paper. In the past, one or two silver stacks, the inkstone is an ordinary Liao inkstone. Many people have never even heard of the inkstones that can be produced in that bitter and cold place, and the ink is even more ordinary. After Zhou Jiuyi woke up, he bought it on Taobao.

Only that pen, on the bamboo pen stem, was still stained with the ink marks of the old days, and the tip of the pen was slightly bald, and it was obvious that it was often used by the owner.

Zhou Jiuyi did not wipe the rain on his face, so the rain fell on the paper, leaving circles of water marks, and the water marks dizzy, so there were a few more rain marks between the words and sentences.

After only writing dozens of big words, Zhou Jiuyi didn't want to write it anymore. He put down his pen, shook his hands, and ink sprinkled all over his body. Fortunately, he wore a black dress today, and if he didn't look carefully, he could wear it for two days.

"How to deal with it?" Yu Yuechu knew his boss very well. This person was pitifully hard-working. He had to see the scene just now, and he might have to wait for another year.

The horse stool was put away, and Zhou Jiuyi continued to sit in another place. This time he chose the guest seat by the window. The ink traces on his body were not dry, and he rubbed on the bamboo chair. The fragrance of the bamboo mixed with the smell of ink, mixing the atmosphere of cultural people.

"You can choose two at will, and you and Fuling each will leave one, and the rest will be ruined."

Yu Yuechu didn't appreciate it very much: "You signed it, I'll deduct one."

Zhou Jiuyi widened his eyes: "You actually want to sell my mobao! How can you do this!"

Yu Yuechu, who had packed up the rice paper, was unmoved, and even took out the seal that he might not know where he was and stuffed it into his hands.

"I'm spoiling you too much... I'm spoiling you too much..." Boss Zhou, who was old and tender, muttered, holding his breath, and turned into a ruthless stamping machine.

"Thank you, boss, the boss is so great, the boss is as blessed as the East China Sea, and the boss is all the best." Yu Yuechu's expressionless face and no emotion praise, like a scene, or a shoddy drama made by idols and idols.

Zhou Jiuyi waved his hand with disgust, closed his eyes on the bamboo chair, and fell asleep.

"Foling, you can choose a pair of words written by the boss."

Wen Fuling had flour on her hands and couldn't take over. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Yu Yuechu and read the words on the paper to her.

"Good rain knows the season."

"In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River."

"There is no need to return when the wind and drizzle is slanted."

"I can't write at a loss, I only dare to ask how the spring rain is."

"Wait." Wen Fuling couldn't explain: "Why is it all spring rain?"

"He just likes rain," Yu Yuechu replied with a smile, thinking of the spring season every year: "Look, before Qingming Festival, he would take the entire teahouse to various places and cities to watch the rain, as long as it was raining."

"I really don't understand you." Wen Fuling shook her head, actually envious of the boss's magical power. After all, the word "tourism" of social animals who have worked overtime for many years is full of temptation, but she also ignored it. She had already left the social animals group, although the price was quite painful.

"The boss's handwriting is so good." Wen Fuling looked at the boss's handwriting and fell into a choice. She didn't know much about calligraphy, but she could feel the beauty.

"Pig writes the words for a thousand years, and pigs write them well." Yu Yuechu slandered Boss Zhou without any psychological pressure, and gave Fuling an idea: "You choose the one with more characters, which will be useful in the future."

"Okay." Wen Fuling nodded, "Please help me put it in the house, I'm going to continue cooking."

Yu Yuechu left the kitchen and went upstairs with something in her arms. She could use spells or float through the walls in a ghost way, but she didn't want to be a ghost, she wanted to be a human being, and she could be a real person in this teahouse.

She carefully framed the words she picked with Fuling. She looked at the words that Zhou Jiuyi said she wanted to destroy, bit her lower lip gently, folded the papers one by one into squares, and took out the jewelry box that Zhou Jiuyi gave her from the bedside, and gently placed the words that should be destroyed on the jewelry that were jewelled and jewelry.

Everyone has a secret.

And this is what Yu Yuechu doesn’t want people to know now.
Chapter completed!