The waiter opened the door and came in to add some hot tea. The wind poured into the private room from outside the door, causing the gauze on the candlestick to shake slightly. The candlelight reflected on Aunt Shu's face, which looked uncertain, just like hers. heart.
Zhao Rang's question was really sharp, and she didn't know how to answer it for a while.
After shaking the wine glass in her hand, Aunt Shu placed it on the table, leaned back and straightened her back. This made her graceful figure more prominent, and even the girls in the private room couldn't help but take a second look.
Normally, Aunt Shu would change the topic quickly with such a posture. But Zhao Rang's eyes didn't move at all, still staring firmly into her eyes.
"This has nothing to do with you. You are just a guest here to drink and have fun. I have no obligation to answer your questions."
Aunt Shu said coldly, hoping that Zhao Rang would give up and not look like he was going to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it.
In such a confrontation, no words are as effective as telling the truth. If you really don’t want to tell the truth, then say no clearly and never lie. Otherwise, you have to tell lies one after another, until someone finds the flaw and exposes it completely.
Zhao Rang took a deep breath and said:
"Indeed, Aunt Shu, of course you don't have to answer me. But aren't we friends? As a concern between friends, I think there is nothing wrong with asking like this."
Aunt Shu's eyelashes trembled slightly. Zhao Rang saw that she was struggling, so he didn't urge her and drank a glass of wine quietly.
"People like me don't have friends. We only have casual friendships. If we are friends, why do you never come here at dawn?"
Aunt Shu said it very harshly.
Zhao Rang was speechless.
He did not come to Changchun Garden at dawn.
Although Changchun Garden is open at dawn, you can drink tea, play cards and bask in the sun in the garden.
The "friends" I only think of after dark are indeed not real friends, and are even a bit strange.
Now that Aunt Shu has said this, it proves that she is determined not to say anything. There is no need to continue asking.
Women in this industry can sometimes completely give up their dignity, and sometimes they can be horribly awkward.
Zhao Rang knew that if he continued to have an awkward relationship with her, there would be no results. Instead, the wine tonight would become less and less enjoyable.
Anyway, Aunt Shu was not the only one talking. He had already made up his mind to go to the clothing store opened by Nujiang Gang at dawn tomorrow. Qingqing was a friend he had met during the day, so she would not be as difficult to talk to as Aunt Shu.
As a steward, she had to carry Changchun Garden and she couldn't help herself.
But since Qingqing has returned to her old profession as an embroiderer, she should no longer have such worries.
After the topic came to an abrupt end, Zhao Rang and Aunt Shu had a tacit understanding and did not mention it again. If two people drink one cup at a time, the wine will be drained.
Soon, the Xiyu Chun in the elegant room was drank up.
Ximen Dazhuang came back from the Western Regions, and his luck seemed to have gotten better! God seemed to be trying his best to make up for all the hardships he suffered in the Western Regions, so that after the cheating girl was exposed by Zhao Rang, no one could defeat him.
He always has a little more points than his opponent. Although it's not much, this point is the dividing line between winning and losing.
A game where you lose all the time will make you lose interest, as will a game where you win all the time.
Seeing that the wine was finished, Ximen Dazhuang let out a long sigh, feeling quite relieved.
"Are you tired from playing? You need to replenish your body!"
Ximen Dazhuang chuckled and said:
"Brother Rang, let me tell you the truth, my arms are tired from shaking the sieve cup! My throat is so dry that it's smoking!"
Zhao Rang said:
"Can't you let other girls play? The game has to come and go. If you play too seriously, you won't feel comfortable."
Ximen Dazhuang said a little aggrievedly:
"I do want to...and I'm not serious at all! If you win casually, there's no way to play!"
If anyone says that, they must be bragging. Just what Ximen Dazhuang said would make people feel like it should be like this.
Zhao Rang didn't believe in fate at first, but as he became more and more familiar with Ximen Dazhuang, he discovered that there really is such a thing as "fate" in this world.
Luck is the most important part of destiny because it can penetrate into every aspect of life.
As long as a person is lucky, he will do well in his life.
The wine has been drunk and the games have been played. Zhao Rang and Aunt Shu have not come up with a clear explanation.
Changchun Garden is a bit boring tonight.
It seems that first-class enjoyment must be matched with first-class mood.
If you are not in the mood, no matter how good the enjoyment is, it will turn into suffering.
Zhao Rang stood up, stretched his arms, and said to Aunt Shu:
"Take care, Aunt Shu, I will definitely come to see you off when the time comes!"
Aunt Shu smiled in relief and said:
"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven. It doesn't matter whether you give it away or not, as long as it reaches the heart of the person.
Zhao Rang gave her a fist, turned around and walked out without saying anything else.
In the garden, he glanced at the four-trailer cart and saw that the tarpaulin covering it was bulging a little. He thought that something had been loaded on the cart.
"Brother Rang, what did you say to Aunt Shu just now? I think something's wrong with her face."
Zhao Rang said jokingly:
"You can still see people's faces. You've made some progress!"
Ximen Dazhuang rubbed his hands and said:
"If it were anyone else, I definitely wouldn't be able to tell, but Aunt Shu is so familiar. When I saw her today, I felt something was wrong with her. She seemed awkward!"
Zhao Rang patted his shoulder heavily and said:
"You're right! It's just awkward!"
"Why! What happened?"
Zhao Rang waved his hand.
The two of them were still standing at the entrance of Changchun Garden. This was not the place to talk.
"I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."
Whenever Zhao Rang says this after drinking, he must go to eat hot pot.
When cold wine meets hot hot pot, many people's stomachs can't stand it, but Zhao Rang must eat hot pot after drinking.
The hot pot bottom, fresh sauerkraut, and freshly cut beef are the best meals for him after drinking.
He barely eats while drinking, but eats a lot more than usual after drinking!
The place to eat hot pot is not like the elegant and gorgeous places like Luoyue Tower and Changchun Garden. It is a small street shop, somewhat similar to Lao Guang who sells barbecued meat.
The pot base in this store has a particularly good taste. Strong wind
As for whether it is authentic or not...
There is no such thing as eating. It's hard to reconcile everyone's opinions. There are several different kinds of authentic food with just a few mouths to eat.
Here in Zhaorang, delicious food means authentic food.
The shop owner is a young man about the same age as Zhao Rang.
Despite his disheveled hair and the beard he hasn’t shaved in several days, he is still a sunny young man!
Zhao Rang has been eating at this store for five years since it opened.
In the first two years, the boy was still a buddy.
It wasn't until the boss returned to his hometown with his wife and daughter that he took over and became both a waiter and boss.
His surname was An, and Zhao Rang called him Xiao An.
Xiao An's hot pot restaurant has no signboard. Go north from Changchun Garden for two intersections, turn right and then turn right again. When you reach the end, you will see a lantern hanging either red or white, and you are there.
Normally, people doing business would hang two red lanterns to represent good luck and good luck.
But Xiaoan is a lazy man.
He didn't even bother to take care of his hair and beard, let alone the lantern at the door.
Xiao An feels that as long as the pot base is prepared well and no corners are cut, this is the greatest good luck, and everything else does not matter.
Zhao Rang left home early today and drank wine early, so that when he arrived at the door of Xiao'an's shop, the base he had cooked had not yet come out of the pot.
"Brother Rang! Are you back?!"
When Xiaoan saw Zhao Rang, he waved warmly to say hello.
When making the base, you cannot do without people for a moment. He had to stir constantly to get the perfect blend of spices, herbs, and chili peppers.
Zhao Rang looked at Xiao An in a daze.
Because Xiao An is like a different person!
Not only is the hair clean and fresh, but the beard is also completely trimmed.
The floor in the store, which had been shiny with oil for many years, was also mopped clean. All the garbage was put in bags and piled in the corner.
In addition to the fresh meat at Xiao An’s shop, the sliced potatoes are also a must-have.
So he had to peel several large baskets of potatoes every day. Most of the black ground was caused by these potato skins. It was not easy to clean them completely.
"Brother, please take a seat first. The base ingredients will be out of the pot soon! The weather is not hot recently, and there are many people eating hot pot at noon. I cooked a big pot of the base ingredients yesterday and all the ingredients were sold out!"
Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang sat down as they were familiar with each other, but his eyes were a little confused.
When I came back this time, at first glance I felt like nothing had changed, but after only being out for half a day, I felt like everything had changed!
Not to mention Jiang Lang and Aunt Shu, even a sloppy guy like Xiao An changed his appearance. Zhao Rang couldn't accept it for a while.
"Xiao An, what aroused you?"
Xiao An took the time to serve a plate of melon seeds to Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang.
Hearing that Zhao Rang was teasing his hair and beard, Xiao An smiled sheepishly.
"It must be some girl in the photo! Otherwise, how could he be like this?"
Of course Zhao Rang would know something that even Ximen Dazhuang could see.
But it’s one thing to know, and another thing to admit it.
The latter is obviously much more interesting than having someone else say it for him.
"Brother Da Zhuang said...right!"
Xiao An is one of the few people in Suluo City who can call Ximen Dazhuang the last two characters of his name.
Instead of being annoying, Ximen Dazhuang felt very kind to him.
He even personally stopped him when someone bought the land in this alley and used it for his own use.
Even though the explanation he gave afterwards was to leave this place for himself and Zhao Rang to have late night snacks, Zhao Rang knew that he really regarded Xiao An as his younger brother.
"Where is the girl? How old is she? What does she do? Does she look good?"
Ximen Dazhuang asked four questions in one breath like a rapid-fire barrage.
Xiao An was ready to answer, but he couldn't help it because he asked too many questions... so he had to say:
"She will probably come to the store to help later, and then you two brothers can watch it by yourself!" 1
As Xiao An spoke, he replaced the shovel in his hand with a large iron ladle and poured the fried base material in the pot into the basin. At the same time, set aside half a ladle, transfer it to a small pot, set up the charcoal stove, and put it on the table of Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang.
