"Then why did the two women I saw coming in before me go to the second floor to pick?" Xu Dazhuang asked unconvinced.
The waiter smiled: "Shopkeeper Yang is our patron here and also our shopkeeper's friend. They were invited by our shopkeeper!"
"Shopkeeper Yang? I looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. What kind of shopkeeper are you!" Xu Dazhuang said deliberately.
This guy admired Yang Ruoqing very much. He had a relative who happened to be working in Yang Ruoqing's Tianxiang Building, and the guy had always wanted to change jobs there.
Hearing Xu Dazhuang's words, the waiter blushed and quickly corrected him: "Shopkeeper Yang is the one walking in front. She is very capable. Following behind are her siblings. Do you know anything? Do you want to buy clothes or not?" ? If you want to buy it, go to the lobby to pick it up. If you don’t want to buy it, don’t block the stairs!"
Xu Dazhuang was so angry that he almost spat in the face of the waiter. He cursed, "You are a despised person." He turned around and angrily left the cloth shop. He squatted in an inconspicuous corner outside the cloth shop and waited, thinking in his heart. Listen to the information from the guy's mouth.
He didn't know what Shopkeeper Yang did, but he knew that Xiaohua's husband's family name should be Yang, and he and Shopkeeper Yang were sister-in-law and brother-in-law.
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For Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua, who were drinking tea and snacks in the elegant room on the second floor of the cloth shop and picking up fabrics, it was only a short period of time. But for Xu Dazhuang, who was squatting in the cold wind outside, it was a short time. It’s just like a year.
It was the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the cotton clothes and trousers I wore were all old and patched. The socks hidden in my shoes had big holes inside small holes, and the wind was all over my body.
He squatted holding his knees for a while, then stood up when his legs and feet were sore, rubbed his hands and stomped his feet back and forth, breathed into his hands, and rubbed his ears, which were red from the cold.
But he kept staring at the entrance of Buzhuang, waiting for Yang Ruoqing and the others to come out.
Half an hour passed, an hour passed, and another hour passed, but Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua never came out.
"Damn it, Mom, this woman has a lot of things to do when she goes to the shop. If she doesn't come out, is it possible that the shopkeeper of Buzhuang will stay for lunch?"
Xu Dazhuang cursed.
Two hours passed, it was already lunch time, and there were gradually fewer people on the street.
Xu Dazhuang was so cold that he almost lost consciousness. During this period, he ran to a nearby corner to urinate twice, then ran back, gritting his teeth and planning to break into Buzhuang.
Just then another guy from Buzhuang came out.
Xu Dazhuang came up with a plan and hurriedly greeted him, "What, little brother, I am a relative of Shopkeeper Yang. Shopkeeper Yang and the others went to the second floor to pick out clothing materials, why haven't they come out yet?"
The young boy was suddenly deceived by Xu Dazhuang's words and blurted out: "Shopkeeper Yang left an hour ago!"
"What? I've been squatting here and haven't seen anyone!" Xu Dazhuang was shocked.
The boy said: "She came from the other door. She is a big customer here. She wants a lot of things. Our shopkeeper personally delivered the things to the carriage. Why, you are her relative, you don't know?"
Seeing Xu Dazhuang's gloomy face and angry look, the boy calmed down and looked at Xu Dazhuang's outfit, becoming suspicious.
"Who are you? What are you doing squatting at the door of our cloth shop?" The boy became alert.
Seeing that he was about to call someone over, Xu Dazhuang spat at the boy: "I am your father!"
Then, he turned around and ran away. The boy was so angry that he stomped his feet and wished he could chop off the half of his arm that was stained with Xu Da Zhuang's saliva...
At Tianxiang Tower, Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua were already preparing for lunch.
The restaurant's business has been good for a few days, but Chef Zhou still took the time to personally make a mutton vermicelli pot for Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua, and then paired it with a vegetable, egg and mushroom soup.
"Qing'er, then I won't accompany you. There are a lot of orders placed in the lobby. I have to rush back to the kitchen to take care of things."
Chef Zhou and Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
Over more than ten years, Chef Zhou has gone from being a young man to a man approaching fifty years old. He has gained weight and has a few strands of white hair on his temples, but he is also more proficient in his craftsmanship. Yang Ruoqing is his One of his fans, he likes to eat his cooking the most.
Hearing this, she smiled and said: "Uncle Zhou, you have worked hard. Go and get busy. My sister and I have to go back after eating. Everyone is busy this year."
Xiaohua also smiled and nodded.
After Chef Zhou left, Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua were the only two people left in the elegant room. Yang Ruoqing handed the chopsticks to Xiaohua: "I must be hungry after running all day. Come and eat. The mutton cooked by Uncle Zhou is so good." After eating it, star anise removes the smell, dried chili peppers and ginger and garlic enhance the aroma. I eat the mutton hot pot he makes to warm up every winter."
Xiaohua smiled and said, "I'm not very hungry after shopping all day. The barley tea made by the shopkeeper of Buzhuang earlier made me have an appetite."
Yang Ruoqing said: "Yes, the barley tea is appetizing. Come on, don't say anything else, just eat."
Yang Ruoqing directly put a large piece of lamb chop into Xiaohua's bowl, and then she also took a piece. The two of them faced each other and started eating without caring about the image.
The vermicelli is stewed to a moderately soft and hard texture, so you can eat it while sucking it in. It's fragrant and spicy, not to mention how satisfying it is.
"Auntie and the others should be having lunch now, right?" Xiaohua asked while eating.
The rules of not talking when eating or sleeping do not exist for them.
What do farmers like most?
It's just a family gathering around the table, eating hot meals and making home-cooked meals.
The same thing happened among the neighbors. They picked up a bowl and put a bunch of vegetables out at the end of the meal, and everyone squatted in a row against the wall to eat.
If they have a good relationship with each other, they will take a chopstick dish from each other's bowl and come over to taste it.
So at this moment, Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua were chatting while eating. The hot pot in the middle was steaming hot, and they were eating enthusiastically.
"It should be so," Yang Ruoqing responded, "Auntie's three-layer food box contained braised chicken cooked at home. She went to Wa Market earlier and must have bought other vegetables. Now the three of us will definitely get together. Let's have fun eating together like this!"
Xiaohua said: "That's necessary. What my aunt cares about most is Dabai and Xiaohei. The two of them study in the town and can only go home once a month."
"However, the house of those two boys is really messy. All kinds of snacks and crumbs, dirty clothes, shoes and socks are everywhere, and a urine bucket in the corner is almost overflowing. Come on, the ground is too dirty to get your feet off..."
Yang Ruoqing's expression was a little strange.
"Hua'er, can you please not mention the word "pee bucket" while we are enjoying the delicious food? It's a bit distracting!" she said.
Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, okay, I won't tell you, just eat, eat, eat!"
