His Teahouse

Yan Qing has been in the supermodel industry for five years. In order to maintain her figure, she had to suppress her appetite. Work pressure and long-term dieting caused her to suffer from anorexia. She knew that she would die if she did not escape. She resigned and followed the travel guide to a small town with green waters and green mountains and historical and cultural sites. There was a century-old teahouse in the town, with blue and white bowls, boiling water to brew jasmine, and the fragrance of tea overflowed. After finishing the tea, she lazily nestled in the bamboo armchair and saw the man behind the old counter. He had long sleeves of flaxen cotton and linen, and a handsome figure. His cold white wrist bones were studded with green jade beads while he was calculating. Yan Qing took a look and realized that this man was a fairy, unrivaled in the world. Later she found out that this Xian'er was the town's Xiao Qiye, the heir to the centuries-old teahouse. He was as calm as jade and as calm as water. Yan Qing thought to himself, how boring it would be if any girl got together with him, and it wouldn't be her anyway. Until that day, the young Qi Ye raised his eyelids and asked her: "The teahouse is short of a proprietress, can we do it?" Yan Qing just opened his lips and didn't have time to speak. He turned around and closed the door, stood under the banyan tree, raised his eyebrows and said softly: "You can... Think about it slowly." Only then did Yan Qing realize that he was like a bowl of tea, the more it brewed, the more fragrant it became. Intention: Stop in the busy rhythm