Chapter 9: Two Evil Men (1/2)

Chapter 9 : Two Evil Men

In the tea house, a sense of warmth radiated from a fire under a stove. On top of the stove, there were five boiling tea pots that had white smoke coming out of their top; this brought a strong scent of tea to the room.

Xiao Yu Er was small in stature, so she was only a little bit taller than the stove. Wearing a worn out apron with her sleeves pulled back, she revealed two small, jade-like, hands; with these delicate hand, she took care of the customers while she made tea.

The small girl was very diligent; her forehead was filled with sweat, and her cute face was red from being next to the stove’s fire.

“Xiao Yu Er, uncle Liu wants two cups of Mao Jian; how come they aren’t ready? “

(TL: Mao Jian = Tippy tea)

Old man Luo rushed Xiao Yu while he cleaned a table.

His head was still covered with bandages; however, because this was his livelihood, he had no choice but to ignore the pain and work.

“Coming! Coming! Two hot Mao Jian are coming right up!!”

Xiao Yu Er brought two hot tea cups over, her fingers were red from the heat. She pinched her little ear, and she went back to the stove to continue working.

“Xiao Yu, little boss, checkout. How much money do I owe you?”

Someone teased.

“Two bronze coins; just leave it on the adjacent table! Grandpa go get the money!”

Although Xiao Yu Er was busy, without rest, her smile never left her face; it was as if she didn’t know what fatigue was.

Feng Fei Yun was watching her, and he couldn’t help but smile. He slowly walked to the tea house and sat down at a table, and he yelled:

“Xiao Yu, little boss, give me a cold cup of coarse tea!”

“Okay, one cup of…”

Xiao Yu Er’s voice suddenly stopped; she quickly turned around and saw that the person sitting on the table was Feng Fei Yun. She couldn’t help but shiver, and the teapot in her hands fell to the floor, breaking into pieces.

Why was it this evil man again?

The rest of the people in the tea shop were also staring at Feng Fei Yun; it was like they were staring at a plague god.

“Oh heavens! It was only peaceful for three days. Young master Feng is about to commit another evil deed!”

“Run, run!”

Everyone was extremely scared; they didn’t bother to try and finish their tea, and they all left the shop instantly. The lively shop quickly became desolate.

Only old man Luo and Xiao Yu Er remained, due to fear, and they stood staring at Feng Fei Yun with terror in their eyes.

“Damn your mother! Why are you afraid? Hurry up and bring tea to the young master. Do you think I wouldn’t destroy your tattered shop right now?”

Feng Ping, who was behind Feng Fei Yun, roared thunderously with a fierce look on his face. Feng An was also pulling up his sleeves as if he was ready to beat someone up.

Xiao Yu Er bit her lips, and she, with her eyes blinking a little, looked like a lost puppy; she pleaded:

“Young master Feng, please don’t destroy this tea house. This is our livelihood; without it, we would surely die from hunger.”

Feng Fei Yun stared at her pitiful state and in his heart, he was very amused; he replied:

“I want to drink the tea you make; for one cup of tea, you will earn one gold coin. Do you want this business?”

“One gold coin per cup?”

Xiao Yu Er opened her eyes wide in disbelief because she couldn’t believe Fei Yun’s words. One gold coin to her was like a fast step toward being a rich person; it was enough for them to live for a whole year.

Feng Fei Yun wore a smile on his face, and he grabbed a bunch of golden coins from his pocket; each of them weighing around one or two pounds.

“Bang!”

He threw the coins on top of the table, and said:

“As long as you are the one to personally make it, you will earn one gold coin for each cup.”

Xiao Yu Er curiously looked at Feng Fei Yun. What was this person’s intention?

In the end, her eyes stopped at the money on the table; she paused for a moment, and she then said:

“You cannot change your mind! Also, you cannot bully me or my grandfather!”

“If you dare to tell me the conditions again, do you believe that I will bully you right now?”

Feng Fei Yun showed an evil laugh while he rubbed his hands together, gently, to scare the little girl.

Old man Luo’s expression darkened; he was afraid that Xiao Yu Er would make Feng Fei Yun angry, so he interjected:

“Xiao Yu Er, is young master Feng someone you can offend? Go brew the tea now!”