Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 294 Cunpu Village Tea House

Soon, on April 4, Yu Dongqing packed his bags and embarked on a journey to Hangzhou. This time, in order to save time, he did not take the green train but took the plane directly.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the plane landed at Xiaoshan Airport. As soon as Yu Dongqing arrived at the waiting hall with his travel bag on his back, he saw a thin middle-aged man.

"Mr. Yu!"

The middle-aged man smiled and waved at him.

It was Yang Yixin, the owner of the tea house in Cunpu Village near Hupao Spring and a friend of Zhang Yang.

This time Yu Dongqing came to Hangzhou to taste tea at his family's tea house.

"Boss Yang, I said that I can just go there directly. The subway and bus in Hangzhou are very convenient, so you don't need to come here yourself." Yu Dongqing said.

"Hey, it's okay to stay here anyway, let's go out for a walk." Yang Yixin said as he was going to get the travel bag on Yu Dongqing's back.

"No, no, just a small bag."

The two left the terminal, got into Yang Yixin's BMW and drove west along the road.

Now is the most beautiful season in the south of the Yangtze River. Although we have not yet arrived at the West Lake, the sides of the airport expressway are full of flowers and willows, which makes people feel refreshed.

"Mr. Yu, you can stay for a few more days this time. The weather is good this year, and the tea harvest is abundant, especially Mingqian tea, which is of very good quality and delicious. You should taste it carefully." Yang Yixin said while driving.

Yu Dongqing almost drooled when he heard that.

But he shook his head and looked regretful: "No, I can't stay for a few days. I have to go to Shanghai on April 4th. My daughter wants to go to Disneyland in Shanghai, so I have to accompany her."

"Hehe, Mr. Yu, isn't your daughter still young?"

"Yes, in the third grade of elementary school."

When you arrive at the West Lake in Hangzhou, walk along Nanshan Road and then turn south and you will enter the lush Daci Mountain. The hillsides on both sides are full of tea, and there are already tea pickers working hard.

Finally, Yu Dongqing came to the Cunpu Village tea house not far from Hupao Spring, hidden in the shade of trees, the appearance was no different from two years ago.

"Mr. Yu, I'll take you there to stay first, and then come over to taste tea." Yang Yixin said.

The place where Yu Dongqing lives is a B&B. Last time he stayed at this home. After packing up his luggage, he followed Yang Yixin to his tea house.

The first thing you do when you come to the tea house is to taste tea.

The weather was not so good today, it was raining lightly and it was a bit cold outside, so Yu Dongqing came to a tea room in Zhuangzi.

The decoration inside has not changed from the previous two years, with a Chinese-style layout, a tea table, a few wooden chairs, a set of unique tea sets, and pictures of leisurely landscapes on the wall, which look antique.

Yu Dongqing sat on the wooden chair, Yang Yixin said with a smile: "Mr. Yu, don't do anything today, let's see how the tea I made?"

"Boss Yang, you are an elegant person. The tea you make must taste good, so I'll just wait and enjoy it." Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

No need to think about anything, no need to do anything, just take a sip of green tea, and there is nothing more joyful in life.

Just as Yang Yixin picked up the teapot, the door of the tea room was suddenly pushed open, and an elegant girl in a woolen sweater and jeans walked in.

"Dad," the girl called.

It turned out to be Yang Yixin's daughter.

"This is my daughter Yang Mei, who graduated from college last year." Yang Yixin introduced it to Yu Dongqing with a smile.

"Meimei, this is Mr. Yu Dongqing, a big singer, uncle."

After hearing this, Yu Dongqing stood up to say hello, but she heard him say: "Dad, no need to introduce, who doesn't know my brother-in-law? Is it my brother-in-law?"

After the girl finished speaking, she looked at Yu Dongqing.

Yu Dongqing was quite embarrassed by calling her brother-in-law, but Yang Yixin didn't care, and said with a smile that I know young people like to call you that.

But Yang Mei quickly changed her name to Uncle, and enthusiastically said that you two should sit down, and I'll make tea for you.

"you?"

It seems that Yang Yixin still has some doubts about his daughter's craftsmanship.

"Dad, why don't you try it later." The girl said coquettishly, and then said to Yu Dongqing: "Uncle Yu, don't worry, the tea I make is no worse than the tea made by my father!"

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

The girl is holding a tea set, sitting on a wooden chair, washing and boiling tea. The whole set of movements is smooth and smooth, which seems to be strictly trained by her father.

The last two cups of clear tea appeared on the coffee table, and Yang Mei brought a cup for each of them: "Dad, Uncle Yu, how do you guys taste it?"

Yu Dongqing looked at it, um, it looks good.

The needles of the tea leaves in the cup stand upright, the color is light green, and the aroma is fresh and tender when you smell it again.

Yu Dongqing couldn't wait any longer, took a sip of it, it tasted refreshing and sweet, and felt satisfied for no reason.

"Good tea."

Yu Dongqing couldn't help admiring: "Yangmei, your tea art is very good."

"Hey, you young man, how many times have you made tea?" Yang Yixin was a little disparaging, but from the expression of enjoying the tea, he was still very satisfied with his daughter's tea art.

"Okay, Meimei, go and do your work, I'll chat with your uncle." Yang Yixin sent his daughter away.

But Yang Mei didn't seem to want to leave. She looked at Yu Dongqing and said with a smile, "Uncle Yu, do you have time tomorrow? You are welcome to visit my teahouse."

"Your tea room?" Yu Dongqing was surprised when he heard that.

"I opened my own tea room in the city center!" the girl said quite proudly.

"I asked her to follow me to run this tea house, but she refused to listen and insisted on messing around." Yang Yixin interjected, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Dad, what do you mean by tossing around?" The girl seemed a little unconvinced: "Young people nowadays, especially some white-collar workers, also like to drink tea. My target is them!"

"Okay, okay, you're right, what about the customer?"

"It just opened not long ago," the girl muttered.

It seems that the father and daughter have argued about this topic more than once, and Yu Dongqing had no choice but to act as a peacemaker: "Okay, Yang Mei, I'll go over and try it tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll add you on WeChat."

After the two of them added WeChat, Yang Mei smiled and said, "You drink slowly, I went to the front desk to see if there is anyone who needs help, and then left.

After the girl left, the two chatted about it again, and Yang Yixin continued: "To be honest with Mr. Yu, Hangzhou produces good tea, but there are also many tea houses. Now the competition is very fierce. Most of the people who come to my place to drink and buy tea are Regular customers, and they are all older."

Yu Dongqing nodded after listening.

Indeed, those who came to the tea house to drink tea did not see many young people.

"But my daughter wants to develop a source of customers. She can't just focus on the middle-aged people, she has to turn her attention to the younger generation. Besides, this tea house is relatively remote, and it is not convenient for guests to come. So I opened a tea room in the city center. "

"Your daughter is quite business-minded." Yu Dongqing boasted.

"Hey mess around."

The two chatted while drinking, and after finishing a pot of tea, Yu Dongqing said, Boss Yang, you are busy with your work, and I can just stay alone.

Yang Yixin left after a few polite words.

Yu Dongqing spent the whole afternoon in the tea room, drinking two pots of tea in a row to be satisfied, and wandering outside with an umbrella, surrounded by clouds, mountains and mist, misty rain south of the Yangtze River, very pleasant.

The next morning, not long after breakfast, Yu Dongqing was about to go out for a walk to digest food, when suddenly the WeChat voice rang, and it turned out that it was Yang Mei's call.

"Uncle Yu, when will you come to my tea room?"

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