Nongmen Shuxiangzhi returns to ancient writing books

Chapter 25 025 How do you deal with me

"I'm talking about the shopkeeper, I don't think it's necessary to continue this bet." Chu Chu said.

"Why? It's only been two days. How do you know that Layman Yang won't turn the tables?" The shopkeeper, who was already depressed, spoke very aggressively.

Chu Chu smiled gently, "It seems that the shopkeeper also knows the current situation, and understands that Layman Yang has already lost."

Shopkeeper: "..."

"Lady Yang, how do you expect to turn defeat into victory?" Chu Chu sat down directly, and unceremoniously lifted the pot and poured tea, with a casual gesture, moistening her thirsty throat.

Layman Yang, who was named, looked ugly and couldn't answer for a while.

"Continue encouraging your fans to come and listen to your storytelling?" Chu Chu drank a cup of tea, poured another cup, the heat rose, and the emerald green tea leaves rolled and settled in the white porcelain teacup.

Layman Yang remained silent.

"If that's the case, I still welcome it. After all, I'm a newcomer and I don't have much fame. It's very difficult to develop book fans. This will save me a lot of work." Chu Chu smiled sincerely.

Jushi Yang pursed his lips tightly, and even shook his goatee. This kind of stupid thing was enough once, so he wouldn't send a sheep into a tiger's mouth.

"Or the layman pays the money himself and invites someone to come over to support the scene?" After Chu Chu finished speaking, she shook her head, "This is even more impossible. If the layman has so much silver, why would he come here to tell stories?"

Yang Ju's morale began to pant heavily.

Chu Chu pretended to be puzzled, "Or is there a better way for the layman, which I didn't think of?"

Layman Yang turned his head and glanced at her, the atmosphere was abnormal: I let you say everything, what else can I do?
Chu Chu pretended not to understand what he meant, "If this is the case, then the layman can give it a try, but, in my opinion, the result has already been decided, and my story is more attractive to guests than your witty and beautiful drama. "

Chu Chu put down her teacup, with a smile on her lips, and glanced out of the window of the teahouse, those passers-by who were attracted by the applause and cheers were stretching their necks to look inside.

Layman Yang stood up abruptly, cupped his hands and said, "Ms. Chu is superior in skills, Yang is willing to bow down, shopkeeper, there is no need to mention the storyteller in the future." As soon as the words fell, Layman Yang flicked his sleeves, turned and left.

The shopkeeper was slightly startled, and then chased him out, "Lady Yang! Lay Yang! Lay Yang! Wait a minute!"

——This teahouse has changed to a storyteller?Wasn't he Baigong before?
——Your news is too late. Last afternoon, the shopkeeper’s announcement was added twice, saying that he invited Lay Master Yang from the town and a woman.

—— Layman Yang, I know, I have written a lot of dramas, so this applause must be for Layman Yang!
——No, no, Layman Yang said that most women like to listen to it, but there were many men in the applause just now, and it must be for Mrs. Chu.

——What Xiongtai said is very true. This Mrs. Chu is really a strange woman. The stories she tells are very novel. I have traveled all over the world. It is unheard of. It is really exciting. If you are free in the future, you can come here to listen to it. Several times, never disappointed.

……

Layman Yang, who had just walked out of the teahouse, heard these whispers, and his steps became more urgent and faster. Losing to a woman really lost all face and pride.

When the shopkeeper went to chase someone, Chu Chu occupied a table by herself, ate melon seeds and drank tea. She didn't look like a literati, but she was at ease. This free and idle attitude was enough to attract the attention of others.

"Since you don't want to enter the Ye Mansion, you will stay in this teahouse from now on, just telling stories for the young master. You don't have to worry about money, and you will never be missing. You have to say what the young master wants to hear."

Ye Yiming came over at some point, waving the folding fan with one hand, and the fan-shaped jade pendant hanging down from the fan swayed, arrogant, haughty, and self-righteous.

Chu Chu didn't even bother to give him a look, and continued to drink tea slowly.

Ye Yiming, who had never been ignored before, was furious. With a snap, the folding fan closed, tapped on the table, and roared in a low voice, "How dare you ignore me?"

"The second young master is talking to me?" Chu Chu was surprised, as if she had just recovered.

Ye Yiming frowned, half-believing, his anger lessened a little, "From now on, you will only tell stories to my young master, and my young master will not treat you badly!"

Chu Chu immediately stood up, flattered, "Second Young Master is so generous, I really wish for it." Her tone suddenly hesitated, "But Young Master Ye seems to be..."

"I'll settle it with my brother, you don't have to worry about it, you just need to tell the story honestly." Ye Yiming was extremely confident.

"Second Young Master—" Tsing Yi kept winking.

"You got a fly in your eye?" Ye Yiming was puzzled.

Tsing Yi: "..."

"How do you deal with me?" Ye Yixiao walked over with a calm tone, but it made Ye Yiming's right arm tremble.

He glared at Tsing Yi, "My brother is here, why didn't you remind me earlier?"

Tsing Yi wanted to cry but had no tears, "Second Young Master, I just winked at you."

Ye Yiming: "..."

"Okay, don't blame Tsing Yi, tell me, how do you deal with me?" Ye Yixiao lifted the plain robe and sat next to Ye Yiming, with an elegant posture and decent manners, a smile on the corners of his lips, and a little cinnabar between his brows, making him even more coquettish and tempting people.

"Brother, you don't like to find some messy people in the house, and I want to listen to books, so I can only think of this way." Ye Yiming explained in a low voice.

"So you ran out of the hospital to listen to the book?" Ye Yixiao looked up, and a cold light flashed in his black eyes.

Ye Yiming: "..."

Oops!How did you forget this?
"I'll go back immediately, I'll go back immediately!" Ye Yiming turned around and wanted to leave.

Ye Yixiao poured a cup of tea slowly, and said leisurely, "Fifty articles in big characters."

Ye Yiming had just escaped a few steps, and stopped immediately, turned his head with a bitter face, and stretched out a slap, "Fifty articles? I can't finish it even if my handwriting is useless! Less, how about twenty?"

Ye Yixiao's lips parted slightly, and he gave a gentle smile, "One hundred articles."

"Fifty! Fifty! Just fifty articles! I'll go back and write right away!" Ye Yiming left almost like a trot, for fear that Ye Yixiao would really ask him to write a hundred articles.

"Pfft—" Chu Chu couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Ye Yixiao looked sideways, "Is it funny?"

"Ahem." Chu Chu lowered the corners of her raised lips, picked up the teacup, and made tea, trying to skip this question.

However, Ye Yixiao just stared at her like this, with the tendency of not giving up until he reached his goal.

A thousand-faced fox is a thousand-faced fox. In the public, he just stares at a woman like this, but no one thinks he is rude.

Well-behaved, humble and polite, plus a good skin, full of deception.

　The hero of the thousand-faced fox is online, fairies, catch it~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)