My name is Shi Jia, and I run a small teahouse. I don't like tea by nature, but in order to make a living, I left school early at the age of seventeen to work in a teahouse.
Later, I gradually realized that most people who can drink tea in teahouses are successful people. They seem to be drinking tea, but after drinking a few cups of green tea, maybe some business will be settled. When the guests are happy, they will tip me. The boss is rich and has never given these tips to his guests. The boss thinks I am simple and honest. She said that if the guest gave me another tip, I would keep it for myself.
Originally, I was still very inferior. When I met a good boss, my heart suddenly opened up a lot.
My job is quite easy. I'll take the guests to the teahouse as soon as they come. If they need to talk privately, I will prepare tea and water. If the guests just chat, I'll make tea. My boss taught me how to make tea with one hand. Guests often come to the teahouse, and they will call me first.
In this way, I spent my youth from seventeen to twenty-five in the teahouse. I also want to work here all my life. The boss has a good personality and never gives us a hard time. However, there must be many stories behind this quiet woman. I heard that she was someone else's mistress and was taken care of by a wealthy businessman. The rich businessman gave her a lot of money, but he couldn't give her a birthright. She has been waiting for an opportunity, but in the end she was replaced by a new lover. Later,
On second thought, I decided to change the teahouse, but although I have saved some money over the years, it is difficult to take out such a large sum of money at one time, so I only changed a real estate into a small teahouse.
Thanks to the care of my boss and the support of my guests over the years, although the shopkeeper has changed, the original guests still take care of the business here, and I have changed from a working girl in a teahouse to a teahouse owner.
During this period, I met a man named A Feng, who worked in a local institution. He is a little different from other guests. He usually doesn't like to talk. Every time he brings his friends over for tea and I make tea for them, we both listen to his friends in silence. Occasionally I smile at him, and then we have a tacit understanding.
A few times, he came alone, and I didn't ask. When he walked into the teahouse, I followed him to make tea. Sometimes he can sit for an afternoon or a night, and when he leaves, he will buy several boxes of famous tea in the store.
The year after I met him, one day she suddenly asked me why I didn't have a boyfriend. After hearing what he said, I was a little flustered and my heart beat faster. I'm wondering how to tell him that I'm waiting for a calm and docile man like him. Before I could figure out what to say, he said, if there is no suitable candidate for the time being, I will not consider him.
I am dreaming. I didn't expect him to like a woman like me. I didn't even go to high school, but he graduated from a famous university. Neither of us is suitable for each other. My parents are farmers, and his parents are small cadres in this city. What can I say? They are also prominent figures. For his pursuit, I am a little happy and a little scared.
But he told me that he likes a quiet and introverted woman like me. He said that he always yearned for Tao Yuanming's seclusion and pastoral life. Unexpectedly, he found my teahouse in the downtown area, and every time he came here, he felt that he really belonged to his habitat.
He took my hand and let me think about him. I saw Ming Che's eyes, and my shadow was really beautiful. I am not gorgeous, but gentle, with long hair tied in a bun and rough clothes. Such a figure and dress seem to be out of place in this fancy world, but I just fell into his eyes.
Love is like a scourge, I can't have too many ideal ideas. I fell in love with him soon. He is thirty-five, and I am thirty.
Soon, he took his mother to my teahouse for tea and told her seriously in front of me that he must marry me. His mother is a very beautiful woman, always with a shallow smile on her face, but I think this smile is a bit too polite and makes me embarrassed.
Does his mother object to our communication? She always said that I was smart and capable and a good girl. When I left, she bought me some bags of tea. I confiscated her money and she gave it to me directly. This move makes me feel that she is silently allowing me.
Naturally, she became my prospective mother-in-law. The prospective mother-in-law came to the store alone for the second time. She said that she would stop by to see me when she was on a business trip, but during the chat, she seemed to care more about my former boss and mentioned that my boss was adopted by others. I don't know if I should take a look, so I talked lightly, but when she left, she asked me a word, which made my heart mixed.
She asked me, did I buy this teahouse myself? I said yes, she looked me in the eye and said, it's really not easy for me to save so much money.
What she said meant no harm. A woman's intuition tells me that she suspects me and that I, like my boss, am a woman who has always been kind to other people's men. What I see in her eyes is that I am so small and miserable that people who can communicate with any capital in order to survive may include youth and soul. This time I saw her eyes, and I was scared.
One morning, I was awakened by the hurried doorbell. I opened the door in a daze and saw that it was my prospective mother-in-law who suddenly visited. In a panic, I quickly let her in. After I got dressed, she visited my whole room, even the kitchen.
She said, I heard a feng say that I live here, and I happened to pass by today, so come and see me. I know where she was passing by. She just wanted to find out if I was the woman she imagined. After seeing these ornaments and uncomplicated decoration in my house, her eyes seemed more suspicious. When she left, she asked me again, did I buy the house myself?
I nodded, and she went on to say that it is unthinkable for a girl from the countryside to buy a house and start her own business.
I don't know whether her words are praise or irony. I always feel that every time she stands in front of me, I always feel tortured. I saw myself in her eyes again. Still so unbearable, so incredible. I am a woman from the countryside with no education and background, but I have something that women in the city may not have. She doesn't trust me very much. Maybe she never accepted me.
I suddenly realized that marriage should be right, otherwise the other person may love you when he enters the door, but his family will certainly tolerate you, so that even the minimum respect and trust will not be given to you. Maybe for me, this marriage should be pushed off. I don't want to see myself in a flurry in her eyes again, and I don't want to let myself continue to be so miserable.
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