Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty-One I Don’t Want to Be Your Afternoon Tea Again

Cheng Fang said that he liked the afternoon tea I made very much. I used to be his secretary. At the end of summer a year ago, one day at noon I accompanied him to meet a client. He got drunk and vomited faintly.I didn't know where to send him, so I had to take him back to my house first. He didn't wake up until after four o'clock in the afternoon. I made some refreshments and sat on the balcony with him drinking black tea to sober up.Not the kind of tea bags, but freshly brewed canned Assam black tea, an authentic English afternoon tea made with a little rum and cream. The tea soup is bright red, with a little bit of cream floating on it. The aroma of the tea in the hot air is more intense and mellow due to the roasting of wine, making people want to be drunk.Cheng Fang was very pleasantly surprised. He almost didn't want to leave when he sat under the tea stand, and said repeatedly, "It's not real."

Cheng Fang came from a rural area in northern Shaanxi. He started from scratch. In just ten years, he went from an advertising salesman to a general manager of a media company. Now he is a leader in the industry with a net worth of tens of millions. However, he has always felt that he has never enjoyed a real aristocratic life. It’s no wonder that creating a new life requires two people to move forward simultaneously, but his wife—I met him at the company’s carnival last year—is called real jewellery, the most popular millennium outfit, and a gold necklace around his neck It can be used to tie a dog, and it looks like the kind of shabby woman who can't wait to announce "I'm rich" to the world.

I heard that Cheng Fang has a villa in the suburbs. I often guess that if there is a back garden there, Mrs. Cheng must use it to grow radishes. Cheng Fang always said that he would invite me to his house more often when he had time, and teach his wife how to dress.But after having afternoon tea at my house that time, he didn't talk anymore, but he had more chances to go out with me by himself.In the past, it was his assistant who accompanied him on business trips, but now it's all changed to me.In our spare time, we searched for the most high-end local teahouses and coffee shops to have a drink, and we chatted all afternoon, but Cheng Fang said that there was no teahouse with better craftsmanship than me.

After more than half a year, Cheng Fang finally said to me one day: Good secretaries who can type can be found all over the street, but girls who can make afternoon tea are rare.He asked me if I would like to make afternoon tea for him in the future. I bowed my head and cried. Cheng Fang was taken aback, and quickly asked: "Did I offend you? Don't be angry. If you don't want to, I won't force it." I looked up at him and said, "I know it's wrong, but I do." "I am willing." This is usually what the bride and groom answer to the priest in a Western-style wedding. After saying this, one's life is closely connected with the other party.

But the person I love is married, no matter how much he dislikes his wife, I know that he will not divorce.People like them are especially afraid of being charged with ingratitude.Few people in Shanghai talk about "Chen Shimei" anymore, and they will be laughed at as old-fashioned, but in northern Shaanxi, the folks will scold him for his eight generations of ancestors because he divorced his wife and remarried. From then on I became his black market lover, which was an open secret in the whole circle.He still took me to banquets, and sometimes he brought acquainted clients to my house to have afternoon tea and discuss business, and he always made a deal.He repeatedly said that I was his lucky star, opened an account for me in the bank, and deposited a large sum of money in it every once in a while, but I didn't know how much.

Because I have no chance to consume at all, the purpose of my existence is just to wait for him.He always tried to arrange everything in the morning, and then took two or three hours to come to me for afternoon tea. I changed recipes to please him, making all kinds of tea drinks and refreshments according to the tea recipes, royal black tea, Italian orange tea, English milk tea, emerald jelly, almond cake, sun cake... the days are in a cup Diluted in English Italian or Russian black tea. I never think about tomorrow, I only know that I am happy when I am with him.I just want to enjoy this moment.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye, and I was accompanying him to enjoy the new Pu-erh tea I just bought from Yunnan, and to show him the Chinese Gongfu tea I had just learned, when the doorbell rang.I glanced out of the door mirror, and couldn't help but gasp—outside the door was a lady who was as rich as she wanted, and her round waist was wrapped in a large-flowered cheongsam with ink background, but it had half-sleeves, tightly fitting her fat black skirt. A forearm, if it's not Mrs. Cheng, who is it?The most exaggerated thing was that behind her, Hei Yaya couldn't see how many people there were through the door mirror.

I looked back at Cheng Fang and said calmly, "Your wife is here, do you want to go out and talk to her?" Cheng Fang was taken aback, his face was extremely ugly, and he hurriedly said to me: "I told her, don't come out." I walked over and opened the door, and I dodged and hid behind him. Even if I managed to hide in time, when Mrs. Cheng saw the door open, she slapped the person indiscriminately. Cheng Fang hurriedly dodged, and the corner of his ear was scratched. He became furious and asked sharply, "Witch, what are you doing?" ?” Mrs. Cheng saw that she had beaten her husband by mistake, she was startled and angry, and grabbed Cheng Fang's clothes: "You are here too! Now that I am caught in bed, what else do you have to say?"

"Stop making trouble!" Cheng Fang stopped drinking, looking at the people coming one by one, there are always seven or eight, there are relatives in the country, colleagues in the company, and two or three I don't know, I don't know where Mrs. Cheng called the mob . Cheng Fang lost a lot of face, so he came out boldly and asked me back: "These are all acquaintances, can I borrow your place to sit for a while?" I knew he wanted to save face from me, so I immediately welcomed him with a smile on his face: "Since he is Cheng Fang's friend, he is naturally my distinguished guest, please come in."

Seeing me like this, those people were a little dazed, and shyly pushed each other and walked in.I brought out all kinds of refreshments to greet warmly, turned on the CD player, turned the music to the lowest, and said with a smile: "Cheng Fang likes drinking tea while listening to music, and he also pays special attention to the audibility of music. The best effect is that you can listen to it or not, just soft if you want to hear it, and you can’t hear it if you don’t want to hear it.” I was talking and laughing, as busy as a butterfly, and those people were soft-spoken, and there were smiles on their faces.After winning over the audience, I threw another soft nail at Mrs. Cheng: "Mrs. Cheng is here to pick up Mr. Cheng home, right? Let's have a cup of tea before leaving."

Mrs. Cheng was dumbfounded by my busyness at the moment. She didn't realize it until she heard my greetings. Her eyes were red and she was about to start to attack. Cheng Fang hurriedly preempted her. He raised his hand to stop her from talking, and looked at the crowd sincerely. Said: "I know everyone's good intentions are because they are afraid that I will go the wrong way. You can see now that there is not a single thread in this room that I added. They are all Xiaohui's own belongings. Xiaohui's home was originally the old Shanghai. , her parents went to Yunnan, and her grandparents stayed in Shanghai. They died the year before last. Xiaohui inherited the house and came to work alone in Shanghai. Later, she became my secretary, and everyone knew about it. I am I want to say that in terms of conditions, Xiaohui is much better than me. She has a scholarly family and is a lady. She can make tea, choose music, and make refreshments. A girl like this is simply my ideal. I have no reason not to Choose her?" He turned to his wife, "On the other hand, what about you? I took your mother and son over as soon as I stood firm in Shanghai. If you have been in Shanghai for so long, you haven't cooked me a meal or ironed it once. Clothes, let the nanny do everything. Do you think you are a landlady in the countryside? You are domineering all day long, and the nanny has changed one after another. Every day, they compete to compare themselves with others. I bought gold and silver for you. If I say something bad, you will say that I despise you. It is Chen Shimei who wants to be ungrateful. I have been scolded by you a lot, and I feel that I am sorry for not being ungrateful. Now that you are here, I will simply tell you Make it clear, I will not leave Xiaohui, either you promise not to bother her and interfere with us in the future, or simply divorce." "Divorce? Do you dare to say divorce?" Mrs. Cheng was so angry that she rushed forward with an "oh".This time, Cheng Fang didn't have time to dodge, and a bright red scratch appeared on his face.I didn't think much about it, I instinctively stepped forward, and was slapped on the face by Mrs. Cheng, I just felt like I fell down in front of my eyes, but fortunately Cheng was behind me and helped me in time.Mrs. Cheng was immediately held down by the guest. Cheng Fang gasped for breath, cupped his hands to the visitor and said, "Excuse me, everyone, accompany her to where she came from and where to go back with her. I will not go back to the house on the side of Huating Road. Everything in it Everything including the deed belongs to her, and the lawyer's letter will be sent to me later, and I am divorced from this marriage!" Everyone was stunned, Mrs. Cheng never expected that the door-to-door arrest would end like this, she sat on the ground and patted her legs and burst into tears. That night, the group of people did not finally disperse until after one o'clock in the morning.Cheng Fang was exhausted, but he tried his best to comfort me: "I'm sorry, I didn't handle it well, and I made you suffer." I tried to maintain my composure all afternoon and suddenly collapsed, and I couldn't help crying.I love him for nothing, but I still have to be humiliated by being knocked on the door. I am not unreasonable.But suffering that someone knows is not suffering, as long as Cheng Fang understands me and understands me, everything I do for him is worth it.I caressed his face and said with a sob: "Finally she has been with you for so many years, don't treat her badly." We talked for a long time that night.Cheng Fang told me a lot about their husband and wife. He said that what he wants most in his life is a woman like me who can make tea for him and lead him to progress.A man has been fighting for many years in order to have a woman like me? Lying in his arms, I thought happily: I finally saw the moon and the moon when the clouds opened.Cheng Fang will marry me, all the waiting and forbearance finally paid off. But early the next morning, Cheng Fang's 9-year-old son called his father.I heard Cheng Fang answer without hesitation on the phone: "Why are you crying? I will go home after get off work, do you want Dad to bring something back? Popping candy, no problem. Dad must bring it back. I am going to the East on Sunday. Paradise? Okay, go with mom, let's take pictures." I looked at Cheng Fang without knowing him, and he turned back to me with a little apology and said, "I'll come over to drink tea with you after finishing my work in the afternoon, do you want me to buy something?" "No." I said flatly, "I'm not your son, and I can't forget everything with a pack of popping candy. Besides, you have no obligation to me." Cheng Fang was stunned for a moment, and said nonchalantly: "After all, it is my son, it is my home, I have to go back, how can I really just leave, then who am I? Don't be angry, everything waits for me. I'll talk about it this afternoon." He left, leaving me sitting on the bed alone thinking blankly, it turned out that I thought things too naively and simply.I, who have never been married, do not know that for couples who have been married for ten years, quarrels are commonplace.I thought it was a big event of catastrophe, but they were just playing tricks. The so-called "never go home" and so on, maybe it was just their catchphrase when they quarreled. Divorce is really easy. He was afraid of disturbing his son, so he bought a pack of popping candies to comfort him; he was also afraid of wronging me, so the things he bought would probably be much more expensive.But can those make up for my humiliation?I am also a pure and innocent daughter, just because I love the wrong person, I let others bully and scold me. His sweet words are comforting, and then they went to the park arm in arm as a family of three.I was just a cameo in their family drama.Me, there is such a place, cheap? I got a headache from thinking about it, so I covered my head and continued to sleep soundly.In the days of being a lover, there is no other progress, but more and more sleepiness. When I woke up again, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and I instinctively thought: Cheng Fang is coming, it's time to prepare afternoon tea. What I prepared for him today is a southwestern-style gaiwancha.While cleaning the wolfberries and red dates, I thought: In the past, when a rich family married a concubine, the newcomer always asked the newcomer to offer a cup of tea to the main room, and the wife of the main room would make things difficult for the newcomer before taking the tea bowl, and refused to drink the bowl of tea easily. .Just because after drinking, I will share half of my husband equally with others. Those who serve tea and those who drink tea are actually bitter and helpless in general. But I, I worked so hard to make a cup of bitter tea myself, wronging myself and others, why bother? As long as Cheng Fang doesn't get a divorce, I will be a vixen who can't see the light. Even if I don't spend a penny from him, even if I don't ask him harshly, I will still be beaten up and humiliated in public anytime and anywhere; Fang is really divorced, even if I can ignore other people's gossip, can I ignore Cheng Fang's own hesitation?He can forget about his ex-wife, will he not miss his children?It is impossible for Mrs. Cheng to give up the custody of her son. I will never get Cheng Fang's whole heart.I will always be just a cup of afternoon tea for him, not a dinner. A woman of someone else's husband, a surrogate mother of someone else's child, I asked myself if I could do this? That day, the last refreshment I prepared for Cheng Fang was light and small acacia crisps: mix flour, refined salt, and salad oil with water, roll them into a thin layer, wrap them in acacia plums, brush them with egg juice for coloring, and put them on Bake in microwave until browned.The taste is sweet and sour, just like the feelings of a girl in first love. Cheng Fang tasted it for the first time, and he appreciated it very much: "Xiaohui, you are so ever-changing, you surprise me every day! What's the name of this kind of dessert?" "Acacia Crisp." I replied, "Cheng Fang, if I leave you, I won't miss you anymore, because you have already eaten my miss. We dated once, and we have never held grudges against each other, and we will never Resent each other. I was with you, I was really happy once, but if we go on, no matter how strong the tea is, it will turn into boiled water. On that day, it will be a pity. Why don't we break up while the tea is in full bloom? .” "What do you mean?" Cheng Fang was stunned. "Please make another cup of tea, Xiaohui will never miss you again." I smiled, picked up the teacup, and said clearly: "Cheng Fang, I don't want to make your afternoon tea again."