Qian Linya asked straight to the point: "Did Mr. Kobori call you?"

"Are you reviewing things? I've said it." On the other side, Shimizu said in a flash, "I'll go back to Tokyo the day after tomorrow, and you can wait for me."

Qian Linya felt a little happy when she heard her rude words.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm suppressing the separation." Although that's what I said, there was no tension on the tone on the other end of the phone.

"Chanjun!" Not far away, Kuchichi Mari's palm was horn-shaped and shouted to the side, "Do you want to eat ice cream?"

Qian Linya waved his hand, but the voice had already reached the phone.

"What are you doing?" Shimizu asked suspiciously on the other end of the phone.

"I'm swimming in the citizen pool," he answered honestly.

"With your sister?"

"There are a few others."

"'How many'? Humph." Quami repeated his words, then sneered, "I'll be back the day after tomorrow."

"I know, you said it just now."

“Highlight it again.”

He didn't understand why Qingshui emphasized it, but since she emphasized it, she must have some intentions, just like she took out a box with a lock, then Qian Linya must find the right key to know what medicine she contained in her box.

“I will clean my house to wait for your big drive.”

"Tsk."

As a result, Qingshui said "tsk" impatiently.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Why did I feel so hurt when I make such a sound!" Qian Linya shouted.

The noise on the other end of the phone became smaller, as if Qingshui had found a quiet room, and her voice, which was a little delicate in a vague way, came again: "Can't you think about it?"

"... Before you come back, I will sort out the tea room information that needs to be reviewed?"

"wrong."

Although Qingshui immediately denied it again, her voice sounded very happy. It seemed that the more trouble Qian Linya was in this puzzle game, the happier she was.

While talking, Mari Kikuchi ran over, held two cones and ran over in small steps.

Qian Linya stared at the cone on her chest...the mountains behind her. At this time, the mountains were trembling violently because of Mali's pace.

"Just, I didn't understand what Qianjun wanted or didn't want it. I still took it over... Can't it?"

Qian Linya put down his cell phone, stared at Mali's watery eyes for a while, took the cone in her hand and said, "I will definitely want it if you bought it."

"That would be great."

When he took the cone, he accidentally rubbed a little ice cream on her chest, and Kikuchi Mari shuddered on the spot.

"I'm sorry, is it okay?"

Mali looked down at her chest. White liquid flowed down her hips, and she was about to flow down the ridge into the valley. She quickly built a dam with her palm and stopped her.

He looked for tissues everywhere, and finally found a wrinkled piece from his swimming trunk pocket and handed it over.

"Wipe it."

"It's okay, it's okay."

She wiped her chest with a tissue, and the water balls on her chest were sank from time to time while wiping.

Qian Linya looked down at the cone in his hand and found that part of the tip collapsed slightly. It seemed that the culprit was the cone in his hand.

"Didn't choose the flavor, is this taste... used to eating it?"

Mari Kikuchi looked at him, as if he cried on the spot without eating. It seemed that he didn't expect that this thing was rubbed against her chest just now.

It's better to eat it.

He stuck out his tongue and licked a large piece of butter to go.

He suddenly thought that if indirect kissing is considered a kiss (he has always sneered at indirect kissing, at most it is considered a saliva exchange), then wouldn’t his current behavior be considered an indirect breast licking?

Mari Kikuchi whispered: "Are you calling? It's okay, don't pay attention to me, just be busy."

After she turned and left, Qian Linya raised the phone again.

"Hello?"

I sighed a long sigh on the other end of the phone.

"I'll be back tomorrow."

"Hey? No need to suppress the separation?"

When he asked this, the other party had already hung up the phone, and the confrontation with the division of the family might have entered a critical moment.

...

The next day, Qian Linya greeted the Kikuchi family and the daughter, told them to review the tea room, and casually made an excuse to say that they would not go back to the Kikuchi family in the next few nights, which made Mari very depressed.

Although Meng Ye looked suspicious, at least they had no intention of following him. Qian Linya returned to the apartment and sanitated his home. While lying on the sofa at noon, Qingshui suddenly opened the door and came back.

Hearing the sound of Qingshui taking off his shoes falling into the entrance, he sat up from the sofa in a daze. Almost the next second, Qingshui climbed onto the sofa, and crawled into his arms with his hands and feet.

"Sakura...um! Well, chuck, you're back...um----"

His mouth was completely blocked, and the fragrance on Qingshui's face drew straight into his nose. His brain, which had just woken up, was completely activated by the sudden attack.

So he began to counterattack, reached out to put his hand around her slender waist, turned around, pressed her to the sofa, and lay down himself.

At this time, the temperature in Tokyo had reached 30 degrees. Because he was at home, he dressed casually, with a short-sleeved upper body and a pair of shorts on the lower body. In contrast, Shimizu was dressed much more formally, dressed in a professional woman, with black stockings wrapped around her legs.

She wrapped her legs around, and the touch of the stockings reached her legs. It took him a while before he pushed her away.

"What's wrong? I kissed me without saying a word when I came back?"

"No?" Shimizu asked with her eyes narrowed.

"No, but this can easily stick to it all day and end up not being able to do anything."

Qingshui lay on the sofa for a moment, playing with his hair in his hands, squinted his eyes like a kitten and said, "Then think I'm back tomorrow."

"This is not self-deception...well."

Before he could finish his words, Qingshui pulled him down.

As a result, I did nothing after a day.

At night, Qian Linya suddenly felt that today was quite empty, so he ran around the Royal Palace for a while, and his shirt was soaked in sweat.

At night, he closed his door. As Qingshui said, "Lips are OK." If you leave a gap in the door, it will be hard to say whether you can stay rational all the time.

...

To put it bluntly, the review of the tea room is to control the products extended to the tea ceremony.

Every genre is like a chain store. What the genre leader needs to do is to ensure that his faction is always competitive.

Competition among different schools, if it falls into a price war and piles up funds, it is easy to become vicious competition. Therefore, regional tea associations need to conduct qualification review every year. On the premise of ensuring quality, they provide guidance on tea rooms that are not well-managed. If they really cannot continue to operate, they will be persuaded to withdraw.

This kind of review is usually carried out cross-cutting and randomly selected. This time, the tea room drawn by Qian Linya and Qingshui is one of the Sanzhai River, one of the fast water flow, and one of the clear water flow.

They first went to see the tea room where Shushuiliu was. The review process was also a learning process. This time, Qian Linya was also eye-opening. It turned out that there were not all tea rooms with profound backgrounds like Wuwei'an. There were also ordinary tea rooms in all aspects.

The tea room where Sushuiliu is a middle-aged Mediterranean uncle, and the tea room was built by himself. It is said that after obtaining Sushuiliu, he first opened a tea house and then spent money to build a tea room. At present, the income of the tea room is still not as high as that of the tea house, but it allows him to have a place in the upper class.

After carefully observing the tea room and comparing the tea ceremony of the pavilion owner, both of them thought there was no problem, so they chatted for a while and learned that the uncle's annual income (a considerable number), Qian Linya was a little shocked.

Of course, his annual income is paid a large part of it to the Sect Master of Sushuiliu every year. If he can establish his own business and leave the school, he can be exempted from paying this fee, but with his current ability, he does not support him to establish his own business.

Walking out of the tea room where the water flows, Qian Linya checked the navigation and found that his current location was somewhat close to an acquaintance.

He thought to Shimizu and said, "It's noon, I'll recommend you a delicious restaurant with egg bread rice. How about it?"

Qingshui said without hesitation: "Listen to you."

After the tram stop, get off at Zhenwei Tea House.

It has been half a year since I came here last time. There have been so many things happening during this period that Qian Linya was a little moved when he revisited the old place.

The last time I opened the tea soup curtain here, I was still worried about my livelihood and was ready to make every effort to make a future. Now I am here again, standing next to me who knew nothing half a year ago and was very close now.

Life is really unpredictable.

After entering the door, a "Welcome" sounded. Qian Linya looked around the store and did not see anyone in Ishida Kazuhashi.

A soft "hey" sound came from beside me.

Qian Linya looked over and found a male clerk wearing an apron and curly hair, looking at him.

Qian Linya pointed at him and said, "I remember your name is...Ryunosuke?"

"Yes, I'm Ryunosuke," the clerk bowed, "Are you Teacher Chirinya?"

"You remember me."
To be continued...