That devil is not easy to mess with

In the lazy afternoon, there are whispers of laughter in the milk tea shop, and time is slowly passing by.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the crisp bell outside the store broke the silence of the moment. The clerk and Yun Qing who had just walked out of the lounge looked at the three people who walked in from the door at the same time. The first one was the temporary store manager. Yundi was the man who booked the room.

Seeing this person come in, the whole store entered a state of first-level alert.

Yundi stood at the front, and the waiter and Yun Qingxuan, who had changed his appearance, stood at the back. They all smiled and glanced over. If there was no Yun Qingxuan, maybe this team would be a pleasing existence, handsome men and beautiful women, but unfortunately his abruptness ruined it. all of these.

Everyone pays special attention to the important guests, and Yundi personally leads them to the reserved rooms. Anyway, the deposit left by the person when he left is enough for today's room fee.Yundi also told all this to Yun Qingxuan, who just told him that since someone wanted to spend money, why didn't they accept it? It wasn't a bad thing, but the service should be more considerate.

In fact, what Yun Qingxuan wanted to know more was the status of the other party.

The man in the middle is wrapped in a magic robe, and the quality of the material can be identified at a glance. The man in the lead is already dressed very well, and the man in the middle is even better. Their arrival makes the women in the milk tea shop all radiate Star-eyed, handsome, really handsome, Yun Qingxuan instantly noticed that there were many pink bubbles in his shop, he quietly rubbed his arms, all covered with goosebumps.

As if sensing Yun Qingxuan's movement, the man in the middle suddenly turned his head in the middle, but it was only a momentary movement, Yun Qingxuan was not sure if he saw it, maybe it was his own dazzledness.

Three people of unknown origin.

After Yundi and Yun Qingxuan took them to the private room, they stayed. After all, the other party had asked the boss to show up before. In order to make money, Yun Qingxuan didn't think these requests would be too much. Big customers can make their own requests. The main reason is that Whether the merchants can meet their needs, if they can meet them, they must be rich and have a good reputation. If they cannot meet them, it means that either the requirements are too much or the merchants are not capable enough.

Yundi poured tea with the method of Yunqing Xuanjiao. He could feel that the one who had the most right to speak was the mysterious man in the middle who had never shown his face. Even if he didn’t need to feel it, he knew it now. on the main seat.

The mysterious man didn't touch the cup of tea, but the man on his right picked up another cup to try, nodded to the mysterious man and said no problem, the latter stretched out his hand, he was wearing a gold silk black glove , the guard on the right helped him gently remove it, revealing his long, white fingers with well-defined bones.

The mysterious man started to drink tea. This tea was picked by Yun Qingxuan at a specific time and made through various processes.This tea has a faint fragrance of traditional green tea, whether it is taste, aroma, or nutritional value, it greatly surpasses traditional green tea beverages.Quiet and elegant, warm and mellow, this is what Yun Qingxuan tried before he dared to take it out. Of course, he did not sell it on a large scale, but provided it to VIPs.

Drinking tea, not everyone understands.

Obviously, the mysterious man's quality is very good, he understands, before taking the second sip, he said softly: "Yes."

Taking this opportunity, Yun Qingxuan said: "Tea needs refreshments, do guests need some refreshments?"

The mysterious man's eyes hidden in the magic robe turned to Yun Qingxuan, and his voice was low: "Huh?"

The corner of Yun Qingxuan's mouth twitched, could this uncle only speak a single sound?

The guard on the left said: "Bring up your best snacks."

Yun Qingxuan smiled lightly. Although his face was not pretty at the moment, he didn't look that ugly. He asked, "Do you prefer sweetness or saltiness? If you like both, let's serve some each." Waste is really not good Great, food is not a perishable item, it has a relative shelf life.

The guard on the left said: "Go up."

Yun Qingxuan didn't say anything more, motioned Yundi to go out with him, and then said to them: "We'll go out first, and don't disturb you. If you have any orders, please pull the blue line next to it, and service personnel will come in."

Why did Xijing’s guest choose Jinzijian? It’s really not suitable for his personality. Yun Qingxuan combined the mysterious guest’s personality with refreshments. It seems that light pastries are more suitable for him?No matter what it is, it has to be better, otherwise how can he make money, in fact, he thinks it seems good to use the name of steamed fish to describe this mysterious man, although it is steamed, but the taste is hidden in the meat, well, this description is a bit strange, But that's all he wanted.

"First serve the steamed fish with sweet-scented osmanthus, Ruyi dumplings, sweet taro chicken feet and other small snacks." Yun Qingxuan said.

Yundi asked doubtfully, "Huh?"

Yun Qingxuan said without changing his expression: "I mean the guest on the second floor. After you take it, I will send it up in person." It is a big fish, so it must be raised properly and then killed and eaten.

It is rare for Yundi to see his owner so enthusiastic. Anyway, after all the affairs in the store are entrusted to him, the owner has not taken care of him much, and he rarely appears in the store. Today's owner seems to be enthusiastic about service. Of course he It's not easy to dispel the enthusiasm of the host, and the guests also have special requirements, so it's not easy to deal with the guests upstairs.

Going upstairs with snacks, Yun Qingxuan knocked lightly on the door, it was very quiet inside, almost no sound.

"Come in." A deep and magnetic voice.

Although he has been abstinent for many years, Yun Qingxuan is not a vegetarian. He is very clear about what he likes and what his sexuality is. Today, the guest's voice is his favorite, and it doesn't matter if he listens to it more. gold.

But Yun Qingxuan is not a chatty person, he only speaks well of his professional department, and he really can't explain the other parts.

After walking in, only the mysterious man was there, and the other two were missing. These three people were indeed mysterious.

"Guest, your dessert." Yun Qingxuan said, his voice was still clear and cold, not very enthusiastic.

The mysterious man glanced at the delicate snacks, picked up the small fork, the little taro he selected was fluffy and soft, it melted in the mouth, and the light taste lingered in his mouth, he ate another piece, it was delicious, a daily food It was also delicate, but it was the first time he had eaten such a dim sum.

Yun Qingxuan, who was originally standing aside, felt that he had nothing to do and planned to leave, but when he just lifted his foot, the mysterious man suddenly asked, "Can you sing?"

Yun Qingxuan paused, and said: "...I only sell snacks, not voice."

The mysterious man said: "I want to hear it."

Some things can't be stopped once they start. If the guests downstairs hear me singing, the guests who come here in the future will also ask for these things.

Yun Qingxuan refused, "I'm not a showman, sir."

Mysterious man: "Why."

Yun Qingxuan: "Five tones are incomplete."

Mysterious man: "It doesn't matter, you can sing."

Yun Qingxuan continued to struggle for death: "I'm afraid that I will scare away all the guests, and I will have no income in the future."

Mysterious man: "When you sing, I will cast an enchantment, and no one will hear you."

Yun Qingxuan cursed in his heart: He will also cast the damn barrier himself!

But the expression remained calm: "You better not force me, I'm afraid I'll scare you away too."

The mysterious man pointed to the bag in front of him: "Sing two songs and a bag of gold coins."

Yun Qingxuan gritted his teeth firmly, precious and not lewd.

He regretted his evaluation of the mysterious man's voice just now, it really sounded like a demon's voice.

Money is easy to make, but Yun Qingxuan doesn't want to make it. Here he only sells milk tea and doesn't perform art, so he can't break his own rules.

In the end, Yun Qingxuan still didn't sing, but he said: "Let me play the piano for you."

Yes, play the piano.

There are many things that a dream interpreter needs to understand in this industry, and rhythm is one of them. Everyone’s dreams are different. Sometimes, for some customers who are too sad, he needs to provide some music to relax them. The corresponding spells have a relative confusing nature, of course, they only bring benefits to people.

Good and evil must be rewarded, he understands this truth, although he himself is not enthusiastic, but he will be kind to others.

The piano he chose today was a treasure he found in the sundry market. The people of the demon race did not understand the rhythm of the human race and the use of musical instruments, so they were naturally thrown in the sundry market and no one cared about it. He bought it at a low price. I kept it in the store after I got it, but I didn't expect him to be able to use it today.

In fact, musical instruments are also deadly weapons, of course it depends on who uses them.

Yun Qingxuan took down the guqin hanging on the wall of his small office, Yundi asked him what he was doing, Yun Qingxuan ignored him, it is better not to tell others about this kind of performing arts, as long as you lose face.

There was a bit of dust on the piano, he found a piece of silk cloth to wipe it, and tried the sound test, it was okay, let's do it first.

When he appeared in front of the mysterious man again, he saw that half of the snacks in front of him had been wiped out. Without the mysterious man's signal, Yun Qingxuan placed the qin on the low coffee table beside him, while he crossed his legs on the tufted cattail, with his hands flat on the qin superior.

The sound of gurgling streams came from the guqin. The guqin has only seven strings. The tone is simple and the volume is relatively low. However, in this not-so-large space, it is just right for two people to play and listen to it.

The mysterious man never showed his face from the beginning to the end. He didn't know what musical instrument the other party was playing, but he listened quietly. This kind of musical instrument mainly seeks the artistic conception and understands the meaning inside. Music has no borders.

After the song ended, the room was very quiet. The hat of the mysterious man's magic robe had been pulled back to his neck, and he was wearing a half mask. Yun Qingxuan saw that his eyes were closed and his thin lips were slightly closed, but he felt The other party didn't fall asleep, but was just listening, or enjoying.

Having not played the piano for a long time, Yun Qingxuan thought for a while and continued with the second song. These songs are all about his memories, with a bit of desolation, but there is no regret or grudge. He can't tell anyone, he just wants to vent through the piano Come out, whether the other party can understand or not, there are actually only two words that can explain his music: loneliness.

The mysterious man left after Yun Qingxuan played the second song, and two guards appeared out of nowhere, and they paid a generous fee.

When he came out of the milk tea shop, the mysterious man suddenly said, "I want to keep him."

Left guard: "..."

Right guard: "..."

The mysterious man said again: "Is it not good?"

The left and right guards said in unison: "Of course not!"

The mysterious man took off the mask on his face and said, "It's just a little ugly."

The left and right guards breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, that boss is ugly.

……

After the incident of playing the piano in the afternoon, Yun Qingxuan suddenly became enlightened, and he decided to make good use of his piano. Of course, his nose was a little itchy when thinking about it.