80’s Sweet Marriage: Struggle for a Good Life

Suno does n’t actually sell tea and does n’t know how to taste tea, but she does have a little tea ceremony.

The tea ceremony is bigger and deeper, but it is a mood of making tea.

Suno has always thought that tea is drunk, the price is not important, and the type is not too particular, anyway, as long as you drink it smoothly.

But Suno had a very good tea ceremony. She also learned a few tricks deliberately, and it was enough to be a fool.

Su Nuo did not dare to make trouble in front of the boss Yang who sold the tea. He looked at the tea set on the tea table and asked, "Can I make you a tea?"

"Yes." Yang Qiuping agreed quickly and gave up his position.

"Show ugliness." Sunuo thanked him and sat down.

Warming pot, washing tea, setting tea, brewing tea ... methodically, step by step, elegant and beautiful posture.

But Suno frowned when she poured the tea, she smelled the aroma was not enough, maybe the water temperature was not well controlled.

To make a pot of good tea, different teas have different water temperature requirements.

Every time Suno started to measure the water temperature, there was always a gap, which affected the aroma of tea.

"Sorry, spoiled the good tea." Sunuo blushed when she tea. I didn't want to show off, but it was a mess.

"It's already good." Yang Qiuping took a sip of the tea and smiled. "Many people drink tea just to hold a large tea cup. Some don't even have a purple sand cup, just drink it with an enamel cup. Look at the mood. "

Suno gave way and stood politely and sighed.

"Can you come over at three o'clock this afternoon?" Yang Qiuping put down her tea cup and said, "I have a client who comes to choose tea this afternoon. You just happen to play a song."

"But I'm going back at five." Suno said that he had to rush to the bar at night.

Yang Qiuping agreed. He said that if he succeeds today, he can come every day from 3 to 5 in the afternoon. How much tea can I sell for her commission? If I can't sell it, I will sing two songs and give her ten yuan a day.

"Thank you." Suno was very happy.

Although ten dollars for two hours is really incomparable to the income of the bar, Suno's favorite is the commission for selling tea.

Out of the tea house, Sunuo happily bought a few snacks and returned to the hotel.

Organized the things to bring at night, and left a note for Chen Guodong and his cousin, saying that she would return for dinner at five o'clock.

Then Sunuo went out to the musical instrument store, rented a Sanxian, and went to the tea house again.

The little girl in the tea house already knew Suno, so she asked her to wait a while downstairs, saying that it was Boss Yang who called her upstairs.

Su Nuo sat fine, and asked, "Can I tune the strings first? I'm afraid I will have a hand for a while."

"Okay. Just no noise."

In fact, there are usually no guests in the tea house. The teahouse is not like people coming and going from the supermarket. There are only a few customers who buy tea. Large customers directly talk with the boss in the tearoom upstairs. The lobby below is basically idle.

Sunuo sat down and tuned the strings, and played a minor key to practice his hands.

As soon as the song was over, I heard a bell ringing upstairs.

Suno was trembling, wondering what was going on.

The little girl in the tea house quickly reminded her: "This is the boss telling you to go up. The boss never calls anyone, they just ring the bell."

Sunuo said "Thank you" and went upstairs with her Sanxian.

When I came to Mr. Yang's tea room, the door was open. A young man in his twenties was standing in the door and was watching Sunuo laughing ...