Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Time soon came to April 2, and Yu Dongqing packed up his bags and embarked on a journey to Hangzhou. This time, in order to save time, he did not take the green train but directly flew there.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the plane landed at Xiaoshan Airport. As soon as Yu Dongqing arrived at the departure hall carrying her travel bag, she saw a thin middle-aged man.

"Mr. Yu!"

The middle-aged man smiled and waved at him.

It was Yang Yixin, the owner of Cunpu Village Tea House near Hupao Spring and Zhang Yang's friend.

This time Yu Dongqing came to Hangzhou to taste tea at his teahouse.

"Boss Yang, I told you I can just go there directly. The subways and buses in Hangzhou are very convenient, so you don't need to come there in person." Yu Dongqing said.

"Hey, it's okay to stay here anyway, let's go out for a walk." Yang Yixin said, 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 haven’t reached West Lake yet, the flowers and willows are blooming on both sides of the airport expressway, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"Mr. Yu, please stay here for a few more days this time. The weather will be good this year and the tea harvest will be bumper, especially Mingqian tea. The quality is particularly good and the taste is delicious. You have to taste it." Yang Yixin said while driving.

Yu Dongqing almost drooled when she heard this.

But he shook his head with regret on his face: "No, I can't stay for a few days. I have to go to Magic City on April 5th. My daughter wants to go to Magic City Disneyland, and I have to accompany her."

"Haha, Mr. Yu, your daughter is still young, right?"

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

When we arrived at the West Lake in Hangzhou, we walked along Nanshan Road and soon turned south and entered the lush Daci Mountain. The slopes on both sides were full of tea leaves, and tea-picking girls were already hard at work.

Finally, Yu Dongqing came to the Cunpu Village Teahouse not far from Hupao Spring. It was hidden among the trees and looked no different from two years ago.

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

Yu Dongqing lived in a B\u0026B. He stayed in this hotel last time. He simply packed his luggage and 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 good today. It was raining and a bit cold outside, so Yu Dongqing came to a teahouse in Zhuangzi.

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

Yu Dongqing was sitting on a wooden chair. Yang Yixin said with a smile: "Mr. Yu, don't do anything today. How about taking a look at the tea I made?"

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

No need to think about anything, no need to do anything, just sip a sip of tea, there is nothing happier in life than this.

Just as Yang Yixin picked up the teapot, the tearoom door was suddenly pushed open, and an elegant girl wearing a cardigan 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 Yu Dongqing with a smile.

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

After hearing this, Yu Dongqing stood up and was about to say hello, but she heard: "Dad, no introduction is needed. Who doesn't know my brother-in-law? Is he my brother-in-law?"

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

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

However, Yang Mei quickly changed her name to uncle and said enthusiastically that you two should sit down while I make tea for you.

"you?"

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

"Dad, please try it later." The girl cooed, and then said to Yu Dongqing: "Uncle Yu, don't worry, the tea I brew is no worse than the tea my dad brews!"

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

The girl was holding a tea set, sitting on a wooden chair, washing and making tea. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, and it seemed that she had received strict training from her father.

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

Yu Dongqing looked at it and said, "Well, it's in good condition."

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

Yu Dongqing couldn't wait to take a sip of the fresh and mellow taste, feeling unreasonably satisfied.

"Nice tea."

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

"Hey, young man, have you only made tea a few times?" Yang Yixin said a little bit disparagingly, but from the expression of enjoying the tea, he was still very satisfied with his daughter's tea skills.

"Okay, Meimei, you go and do your business. I'll chat with your uncle for a while." Yang Yixin sent his daughter away.

But Yang Mei seemed to have no intention of leaving. She looked at Yu Dongqing and said with a smile: "Uncle Yu, are you free tomorrow? You are welcome to be a guest in my tea room."

"Your tea room?" Yu Dongqing was surprised.

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

"I asked her to run this tea house with me, but she didn't listen and insisted on messing around." Yang Yixin interrupted with a look of helplessness.

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

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

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

It seemed that the father and daughter had argued about this topic more than once, and Yu Dongqing had no choice but to be the peacemaker: "Okay, Yangmei, 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, "Please drink slowly while I go to the front desk to see if anyone needs help," and then left.

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

Yu Dongqing nodded after hearing this.

Indeed, not many young people came to the tea house to drink tea.

"But my daughter wants to expand the customer base. She can't just focus on the middle-aged people, but has to turn her attention to the younger generation. Moreover, this teahouse is relatively remote and it is inconvenient for customers to visit. So she opened a teahouse in the city center. "

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

"Hey messing around."

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

Yang Yixin said a few polite words and left.

Yu Dongqing spent the whole afternoon in the teahouse, drinking two pots of tea in a row before she was satisfied. Then she went out for a walk with an umbrella. The clouds, mountains, mist, and misty rain in the south were very pleasant.

The next morning, not long after Yu Dongqing finished breakfast, he was about to go out for a walk to eat, when suddenly the WeChat voice rang, and it turned out to be a call from Yang Mei.

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

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