Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“If Miss leaves right now, , and Fanng will be considered to been inattentive to our guest and, and will be blacklisted by the parlor. We, we’ll be punished harshly.”
Qiao Mu blinked, and then she took out a bag of spirit currency and tossed it to them. “Don’t you just want money! Alright, move aside.”
Fanyou stood pitifully at the doorway. He held the bag of spirit currency and didn’t say anything, rely hanging his head.
“Hey?” Qiao Mu put her hands behind her back and then tilted her head to look at him.
That lad raised his head, his eyes brimming with pitiful tears. He looked a bit aggrieved, as if she had been bullying him.
When she thought of how impatiently she had been talking earlier, it seed as though she had indeed been impolite.
Qiao Mu coughed lightly. She pattered to the table and sat down expressionlessly. “Alright, alright. Serve the tea. I’ll stay for half an hour before leaving.”
This restaurant truly was baffling. It actually had such an abnormal rule that required custors to stay for half an hour!
Could it be that custors weren’t allowed to leave if the tea tasted bad?
They didn’t place emphasis on food quality and instead relied on these unorthodox thods.
For example, what did it an to construct such a gaudy performing stage in the lobby?
Fanyou smiled through his tears and walked over happily. He helped her wash her hands and started brewing tea.
Fanng started playing the zither. After the tune ended, Qiao Mu glanced over at him.
It sounded rather nice, but she usually liked listening to music with a quick tempo. This kind of drawling music was so hypnotic that she wanted to fall asleep…
Sigh.?When she thought of how she had to waste her slumber ti away like this, Qiaoqiao felt a bit grieved.
“What did you play just now,” Darling Qiao deadpanned.
Fanng giggled furtively while covering his mouth with his sleeve.
This young custor was awfully peculiar.
Normally, their custors would pose being refined. So even if they couldn’t understand the tune, they would definitely act as if they were connoisseurs.
Yet this little lady composedly asked him what the song was. She did not think it embarrassing at all.
“This is a new song that Young Sir Songfeng composed with inspiration from the classical song, Tune of Yearning.”
Miss Qiao had an indifferent expression that said ‘never heard of it before.’ She gave an “oh” and didn’t comn.
Fanyou handed her a cup of steaming ea and asked with a smile, “Do you want so pastries?”
Eating pastries in the middle of the night?
Qiao Mu expressionlessly swept Fanyou a glance.
When the little fellow didn’t talk, the atmosphere in the room turned quiet.
However, those two people had seen all kind of different custors in these pleasure quarters. They knew how to adjust the mood and weren’t afraid of the little fellow’s stoic face.
Fanyou chatted amiably with Qiao Mu while brewing tea. “Miss, do you not like the Tune of Yearning?”
“It’s okay.” Qiao Mu comnted, “It’s not as peppy as the Tune of Blades.”
The music was so soft and sentintal that it made her want to doze off!
“Pfft…”?Peppy? This little lady was sure that she wasn’t making a joke?!
“The Tune of Yearning expresses the profound love between a man and a woman, and the entire tune is suffused with a lingering sorrow. It depicts the story of how a female general fell in love with a young sir from a fad literati family. She found it difficult to express her feelings, and the king sent her off to the battlefield before she could do so. After she died in battle, that young sir committed suicide out of love for her.”
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