Zhou Dafu's seat was in the corner. Gu Yundong chose a seat where she could see them, but it was not easy for them to see her.
Fortunately, there were many people coming and going in the teahouse at this time, so no one paid much attention to them. Naturally, Zhou Dafu and his servant were the same.
Gu Yundong ordered a pot of tea, a stack of peanuts, a plate of cucumbers, and slowly ate with Tong Shuitao.
There were even storytellers in the teahouse. With a clap of the wooden stick, their voices were raised and immediately received cheers from the entire hall.
Gu Yundong had never heard of it before and was a little curious.
On the other hand, Tong Shuitao was not very interested in this storytelling. This person spoke genteelly and liked to keep people in suspense. In the end, there were only a few familiar stories. They were not as good as the little stories that Miss had told Young Master and the others.