Opening a Tavern in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 265 It’s freezing cold, let’s have a cup of hot tea

After hearing Mi Feng's words, Li Hao snorted softly, but the expression on his face did not ease much, and he was still a little wary.

He crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of suspicion, and responded with a slightly cold tone: "I hope it is as you said, but the world and people's hearts are unpredictable, so we have to be cautious."

After saying that, he looked Mi Feng up and down again, his scrutinizing gaze seemed to see through Mi Feng. He stood there with no intention of relaxing his vigilance, for fear that this seemingly kind young man would secretly have some bad intentions.

Young Master Mi Feng's attendant frowned, stepped forward, and said in a tone that was slightly respectful but also tinged with dissatisfaction, "Young man, don't judge a gentleman by your own standards. My young master has always behaved properly, and he is not someone you would casually suspect. He means well, but you treat him like this. You are truly ignorant of etiquette."

After saying that, he straightened his chest, with a bit of pride in his eyes, staring at Li Hao closely, waiting for his response, putting pressure on him. As long as Li Hao made any disrespectful remarks again, he would immediately take action to protect the young master's reputation.

Yuyu frowned, stamped her cotton-padded feet, waved her hands in the air, and shouted in a somewhat anxious and coquettish tone: "Alright, alright, stop talking. It's so cold out here, and we're talking so much that the heat in our mouths has dissipated, and there's no breath left to warm our bodies."

As she spoke, she sniffed, shrank her neck, and moved closer to the stove. She stretched out her little hands to warm them above the stove, and rolled her eyes at everyone from time to time. She looked both cute and funny.

Xiaoyu also nodded in agreement, with a helpless smile on her face. She pulled the corner of Li Hao's clothes and gently advised: "Hao'er, my sister is right. Don't argue anymore. It's freezing cold out here. Let's all calm down and gather around the fire to warm ourselves."

Her eyes moved between several people, full of the intention to calm things down.

Seeing this, Mi Feng smiled slightly, winked at his followers, and said casually: "Forget it, it's just a small matter. Don't disturb the warmth of this tavern. Let's all rest."

The follower then retracted his attack and retreated behind Mi Feng, but there was still a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, but he didn't say anything else.

An old man who had just stepped into the tavern was wearing a tattered cotton robe with frayed edges, revealing some cotton wool.

He rubbed his dry, calloused hands, exhaled white air, and muttered, "It's so cold outside. The wind is like a knife, drilling straight into the bones."

His face was frozen purple, and frost covered his eyebrows and beard. He staggered towards the empty seat by the fireplace. After sitting down, he was still shivering, but his eyes showed a hint of relief at finding warmth in the cold.

A young man nearby, wearing a thin cotton shirt and holding a small package in his arms, chimed in, "Yes, it's really freezing this winter. I rushed here from the east side of the city, and my hands and feet are almost numb from the cold."

As he spoke, he held the package tighter in his arms, his teeth chattering slightly, and his eyes looked at the steaming wine jug in the tavern, his eyes full of an eager desire for warmth.

Mi Feng frowned slightly, looking through the windows of the tavern at the world outside, covered in snow and howling in the cold wind. With a touch of emotion on his face, he said softly, "It's freezing outside, it's really not easy."

"The wind was piercing my face like a knife, and the snow was so thick it was difficult to walk. If I hadn't been freezing, I wouldn't have been so eager to find a warm place to rest."

As he spoke, he wrapped himself in the gorgeous fox fur coat, thinking of his embarrassment in the cold wind just now. A trace of barely perceptible fatigue flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously picked up the still warm glass of wine on the table and took a sip, as if trying to use the wine to dispel the remaining chill.

Xiaoyu had a gentle smile on her face. As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the counter, took down a few clean clay teacups from the cabinet behind her, picked up the teapot beside her, and poured steaming hot tea into the cups.

The tea fell into the cup, making a sizzling sound, and instantly wisps of hot steam rose up, enveloping her face in a mist.

"Yeah, there's nothing we can do about it. No matter how cold it is, we still have to live our lives as usual. Let's have some hot tea, it'll warm us up."

Xiaoyu said this as she brought the teacups to everyone in turn. Her movements were gentle and her eyes were full of warm and sincere hospitality.

Yu Yu took the teacup obediently, held it with both hands, and felt the heat coming through the wall of the cup. Her little face was fumigated by the heat, and became even more adorable with its reddish color.

She blew on the tea gently, then took a sip, smacked her lips and said, "Wow, the tea Mom made is really delicious. It doesn't feel so cold anymore."

Li Hao's originally tense expression relaxed considerably. He took the teacup, nodded towards Xiaoyu, and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you, mother. This hot tea really makes me feel better."

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and took a big sip. The scalding hot tea slid down his throat, warming his body from the inside out, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Mi Feng also took the teacup with a smile and bowed gracefully to Xiaoyu to express his gratitude: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, this hot tea comes at the perfect time."

He sniffed the tea lightly before taking a sip. He closed his eyes slightly, as if savoring the tea. After a moment, he praised, "Mm, this tea has a rich aroma and a sweet aftertaste. It's really a good tea."

His followers also took the teacups and started drinking. For a moment, the tavern was filled with the aroma of tea and warmth. The tense atmosphere just now was completely dissipated in the fragrance of tea and warmth.

Xiaoyu looked towards the entrance of Zuixianlou and said, "Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaidao, you guys should drink too."

Cheng Chumo laughed heartily, and the hearty laughter echoed in the tavern, shaking the beams so much that they seemed to tremble slightly.

He waved his hand and said in a loud voice, "Thank you very much. I was just thinking of having something hot to warm myself up. It's so cold that all my strength is almost frozen." As he said that, he strode forward and took the teacup.

Qin Huaidao, who was standing by, also nodded slightly. His face was a little stern, but he couldn't hide the gratitude in his eyes. He echoed, "Indeed, this cold is really unbearable. It would be good to drink some hot tea to drive away the cold."

As he spoke, he slowly rubbed his hands, which turned slightly red due to the cold, and made a slight "rustling" sound as they rubbed. Then he reached out to take the teacup handed to him, his movements steady and neat.

Cheng Chumo picked up the teacup and, regardless of the fact that the tea was still scalding, tilted his head back and took a gulp. With a "hiss," he stuck out his tongue in the heat, but he couldn't help laughing. "This hot tea warms my throat all the way to my stomach. It's really refreshing!"

His eyes narrowed into slits due to laughter, and his face trembled with laughter, which made him look particularly funny.

Qin Huaidao blew on the tea gently, took a sip, felt the warm tea flowing down his throat, breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "Well, this tea tastes really good. After drinking it, my body feels a little lighter, and the coldness has dissipated a lot.