And there is an unwritten rule in the cross talk world, and it has become Jiao'er's partner. Unless there are special circumstances, you can't just lend it to others, so Zhou Chenyu hasn't spoken seriously in the small garden for many years. Cross talk.

He didn't often talk about cross talk in the garden, and he usually had nothing to do when he was idle. Zhou Maoqin simply handed over the task of managing Xia Qing Garden to him, and let them young people work hard.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Chenyu made the garden quite decent. In the past few years, Xia Qingyuan not only expanded its scale, but also formed a fixed audience, cultivated a few young corners, and the business was booming.

Even Dongning Garden, which once covered the sky with one hand, is now hard to stand behind. If you want to come there, you must be jealous and jealous.

The vehicle drove into the bustling main street and saw the eye-catching plaque on the street in front from a distance. The calligraphy with red characters on a black background was written by Mr. Zhou Yinchun.

The three characters of "Xiaqingyuan" are strong and quaint, as if to indicate its decades of snow, rain, wind and frost.

Yan Chao murmured, "Xia Qing Garden, Winter Ning Garden."

Zhou Chenyu raised her eyebrows: "My master made it, doesn't it sound good?"

Yan Chao said: "Xia mat is clear, the day is not late, and winter is condensed, how long is the night?"

This pair of names is taken from "Bie Fu", which has infinite meanings, as if it is a mapping of the real world, which is really wonderful.

Zhou Chenyu glanced at him in surprise: "Can you even memorize this? As expected of a scholar at Peking University."

Saying that, he skillfully parked the car in the underground garage and took Yan Chao directly to the second floor of the theater from the back door.

Although the interior is the structure of an ordinary theater, the overall decoration is completely different from the modernist style of Western-style theaters.

The lamps on the ceiling are made into elegant lantern shapes, the pavilions and pavilions are hollowed out and carved, and the eight immortals tables and mahogany chairs are all in one color. In front of it is a box-shaped stage with a curtain-drawing style.

In a trance, couldn't help but feel like was in a theater a hundred years ago.

"Have you seen it, it's all built by Zhen." Zhou Chenyu said proudly, "It was only renovated the year before, and a hundred more seats have been added, which is much more spacious than before."

With that said, Zhou Chenyu took Yan Chao into a box and a half on the second floor facing the stage: "This is the location, but we have the best view of the ticket here, and the ticket is issued in less than a second every day."

Yan Chao teased him and said, "It's not easy for fans to grab tickets, you just abuse your power like this."

Zhou Chenyu said confidently: "The wife of the garden owner is here, what's wrong with abusing her authority?"

Yan Chao reacted for a while, only then did he understand who the "garden owner's wife" who "came to visit" was talking about. He was already used to Zhou Chenyu's appearance, and now he just glanced at him helplessly, not even bothering to refute. .

As soon as the two were seated, an exclamation came from downstairs: "Oh, the owner of the garden is visiting in person? It's rare."

On the stairs, a smiling young girl walked up the stairs. Zhou Chenyu introduced to Yan Chao, "Our service director here, Jiang Lili."

He said to Jiang Lili again, "I haven't recorded a show recently, so I'll invite Mr. Xiaoyan to come and sit in our garden."

Seeing Yan Chao, Jiang Lili said excitedly: "Oh, Mr. Xiao Yan, I like you! I just watched your show, and I feel very CP!"

"Yes, I also think," Zhou Chenyu said, "Chen Yu Luo Yan is..."

"It's fake," Yan Chaochong smiled at Jiang Lili, "don't pay attention to him."

Jiang Lili laughed so hard that she put the tea set she was holding on the table on the table, and said to Zhou Chenyu, "The ticket checking will start soon, please come by yourself."

Zhou Chenyu nodded: "Okay, hard work."

Jiang Lili turned around and went downstairs. There were already many spectators waiting in line at the entrance to check in.

On the tea case is a small purple clay pot and two sets of tea cups. After Zhou Chenyu took out the hot pot and warmed the cups, he took some tea leaves from the tea lotus and said, "New Jin Junmei."

Although Yan Chao did not understand the art of tea, he had drunk two pots of tea anyway. At this moment, when he saw Zhou Chenyu's movements, he knew that he was a connoisseur, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised: "You still know the tea ceremony?"

Zhou Chenyu raised her eyes and smiled: "Brother knows a lot."

With that said, he put the dry tea into the hot kung fu bowl, covered the lid and shook it twice. When the lid was opened again, the temperature of the inner wall of the gaiwan stimulated the aroma of Jin Junmei, and a clear and audible fragrance of nectar wafted out instantly.

Zhou Chenyu said, "This wakes up tea."

After putting the tea leaves into the pot, he poured the water into the teapot from top to bottom, and after a few seconds, he quickly poured the tea soup into the cup, which was already golden and bright.

A set of movements was so smooth that Yan Chao couldn't help but be amazed.

"Good Jin Junmei, you can drink it with a head soak." Zhou Chenyu handed it to Yan Chao with a tray in hand, "The first pot of tea that came to Xiaqing Garden was made by the owner of the garden. How is the treatment?"

Yan Chao also politely reached out and took it: "Thank you, the garden owner."

Zhou Chenyu raised her eyebrows: "Don't be polite, Madam."

Yan Chao: "..."

He took a sip of tea and said sternly: "I think this part of the tea you just made is quite interesting. It is suitable for putting it in the show. You can try to add it in the next recording."

"That's it?" Zhou Chenyu was a little surprised, "Variety shows are all laughing and joking, just having fun, who sees you making tea?"

However, Yan Chao shook his head: "How do you know that no one is watching? It's such a subtle influence, maybe some audiences really fall in love with tea culture."

During the conversation, audience members entered the theater one after another after checking their tickets. After a while, hundreds of people came in, filling up the upper and lower floors.

The two of them were sitting in one and a half private rooms. The other three sides were covered by curtains. Only the side facing the stage showed their faces. At this time, the lights in the auditorium were dimmed again, so there was no need to worry about being recognized.