When he moved to his new home, he gave his mother a gift to his neighbor. Li's mother took a nap in Qingxi and was fully nourished, so he took Xiaolan out.

Xiaolan was born and raised in Hangzhou. When Qingxi was just a first time, she needed Xiaolan to lead the way and introduce the local situation.

Come out from the other end of Laoliu Lane, walk south through two alleys, and walk east to the famous Yuqiao Street in Hangzhou. There are many shops on both sides of the street, including specialty food, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, teahouses, restaurants, cloth shops and medicine shops. Almost everything you need in life can be found here, many of which are time-honored brands that have been through a long time.

Qingxi was overwhelmed with sight.

Xiucheng and Hangzhou are both of Jiangnan, and many customs and specialties are similar, but the prosperity of Hangzhou is far beyond the same as Xiucheng.

"Miss, it's right in front." Xiaolan pointed diagonally and said.

Qingxi looked over and found her destination in the densely packed shops, a large and small shop, with difficulty. The shop was not big, with cabinets on both sides and kitchen knives on the walls. The open space in the middle could only accommodate three or four adults in parallel. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man with a shiny and big belly. Qingxi couldn't help but feel sore when he saw the other person's big belly.

The figure of this shopkeeper is somewhat similar to that of his father.

The business of the kitchen knife shop seemed to be very deserted. Even so, when a guest came to the door, Master Zhang did not show any enthusiasm. He glanced at the cloth basket in Xiaolan's arms and continued to sit on the small wooden bench, lowered his head to sharpen the kitchen knife. The sound of rubbing was not pleasant, and it reached Qingxi's ears, but it was very friendly.

Taking the basket from Xiaolan, Qingxi walked over and slowly squatted to Master Zhang. Seeing that Master Zhang had no intention of stopping, Qingxi waited quietly.

Master Zhang looked at her again while sharpening the knife. The focus in the little girl's eyes made him stunned, so serious, as if he was watching a movie.

"Is there something wrong?" Master Zhang stopped and finally felt in the mood to take care of the customer.

Qingxi nodded, lifted the coarse cloth on the basket, lowered his eyes and said, "My father is a chef. This is a set of knives he used to use during his lifetime. If it is burned like this, do you think it can be repaired?"

As early as when Qingxi lifted the coarse cloth, Master Zhang's eyes changed. It was enough for ordinary chefs to keep two or three kitchen knives in their hands. There were more than a dozen knives in this basket, large and small, thick and thin. With the ability to cut through the knife, the little girl's father is definitely not an unknown person.

Master Zhang asked questions without any intention, picked up the kitchen knife and looked at it one by one, and directly quoted: "One 50 cents, sixteen 100 cents in total, and it will be taken three days later."

Xiaolan widened her eyes: "Why is it so expensive? My aunt came here to repair the kitchen knife, so you only took her two points!"

It costs eight yuan, and she only earns fifteen yuan a month!

Master Zhang ignored her and looked at Qingxi leisurely.

Qingxi took out his wallet, took out a ten-dollar bill and handed it to Master Zhang.

"It's still the little girl who knows the goods." Master Zhang went to the counter and found two dollars, handed them to Qingxi with the receipt, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, uncle promises to make these knives look brand new."

"Thank you," Qingxi said solemnly.

Master Zhang continued to sharpen the kitchen knife, and Qingxi led Xiaolan away from the knife shop.

After all, Xiaolan was from the Gu family. When she contacted Xu Wangshan's title of the Godly Chef, she knew that the knife was not comparable to ordinary kitchen knives, so she no longer felt sorry for the money for repairing the knife, and acted as a guide for the lady with duty. Qingxi did not go out for fun. She didn't even look at the silk shop or the rouge shop. She was only interested in the restaurants and restaurants on both sides. Every time she went, she would stop and observe for a while.

Xiucheng, Hangzhou, and popular southern dishes are all popular. If Xu Qingtang is opened in Hangzhou, it will definitely have a prosperous business.

After walking around the street, Qingxi's feet were a little sore, but she was full of confidence in Xu Qingtang's prospects. The rest depends on when she can learn all the dishes to support the restaurant.

"Miss, should we go back the same route, or change the route?" It was almost dusk, and Yuqiao Street was getting more and more lively. Many guests in front of the restaurant had to wait in line. Xiaolan was worried that people would squeeze into Qingxi, so she was more inclined to change the route.

Qingxi was going to return the same way. She just studied the popular dishes in Hangzhou. This time, she wanted to see if there were any shops for rent. Of course, this street is so prosperous that Qingxi didn't have much hope, just try her luck.

"Miss, look!"

Returning to the middle of Yuqiao Street, Xiaolan suddenly grabbed Qingxi's arm and pointed to her left excitedly and shouted.

Qingxi turned his head and saw an old noodle restaurant. The three words "Yiwan Xian" on the plaque seemed to be smoked and dark. On the left is a trendy Western restaurant with bright lights and a two-story restaurant on the right is a large restaurant on two floors. There are a row of big red lanterns hanging under the eaves of the corridor, which are hit by left and right, making the noodle restaurant in the middle look old and inconspicuous.

This explains why I have never been impressed by this noodle restaurant after visiting Qingxi, a street.

There are two wooden doors in the noodle restaurant, one opens and one closes, and a rent notice is posted on the closed one, and the price is negotiable.

Qingxi looked at the noodle shop again and his mind suddenly became clear.

After her father died suddenly, Qingxi really decided to revive Xu Qingtang, but she had no money to buy a restaurant and hire a friend, and secondly, she had not learned the ancestral skills of the Xu family. That day, Gu Shiqin asked her about her specific plans, but Qingxi was speechless. On the way to Hangzhou, she racked her brains and didn't come up with any plans.

But this noodle restaurant inspired Qingxi.

Why not start with the easiest one?

The Xu family’s recipes are all-encompassing, and all kinds of pasta are included. She first opened a “Xu Qingtang” noodle restaurant. While saving money, practicing cooking skills, and accumulating experience as a shopkeeper. After everything is ready, she can change the noodle restaurant into a restaurant. I believe that at that time, the three words “Xu Qingtang” also gained a certain reputation in Hangzhou.

"Hey, Mr. Yang is opening again?"

Just as Qingxi was standing in front of the noodle shop and immersed in beautiful dreams, someone on the side of the road ran over in surprise, looked at Qingxi strangely, and then pushed the door open and went in.

Qingxi came back to his senses, worried that the shop would be rented out first, so he hurriedly followed in.

The advanced man greeted the old man in the kitchen with familiarity: "How big is Old Yang's waist?"

"What's so good? It hurts when you move. Today I'm really itchy. I sneaked out with the old woman on my back. Tell me, what do I want to eat? How many bowls can I make before the old woman comes here." After packing up, Mr. Yang looked out and saw the master and servant of Qingxi. The old man squinted his eyes and smiled: "Newcomer, you are lucky. Can you taste the last few bowls of noodles before my old Yang Jinben washes your hands. How about it? Do you want to eat some noodles?"

While speaking, two more guests entered the door happily and first comforted Mr. Yang. After Mr. Yang called the old customer, he continued to wait for Qingxi to click on the surface.

The old man was filled with joy of being able to go into the kitchen to make noodles. In this situation, Qingxi couldn't bear to talk about business. He quickly looked at the menu hanging on the wall and ordered two bowls of three fresh noodles for her and Xiaolan.

Old Yang shouted "Okay", his head shrank, and he returned to the kitchen to start working.

The two women picked a table close to the kitchen, and from the perspective of Qingxi, they could see Mr. Yang kneading the dough and cutting the face. The old man was very busy and happy, but when he bent down or turned around, his brows would frown, as if he was suffering some pain. According to the conversations of several guests before, Qingxi had already guessed that Mr. Yang had to go home to recuperate because of his health and had to rent the noodle shop.

She observed Mr. Yang making noodle with great enthusiasm, and there were more and more people in the small noodle restaurant, and the noise was filled with noise in a blink of an eye.

"Miss Qingxi!"

Someone called her in a strange place, and Qingxi looked up in confusion.

Lu Duo's legs were still outside the noodle shop, and only his upper body came in. He and his uncle came out to find food. After more than half a month of returning to Hangzhou, they have been here for three consecutive nights since they discovered this noodle shop, which loved to eat noodles. Unfortunately, they learned that Mr. Yang was hospitalized on the fourth night. A few days later, the noodle shop posted a notice for rent. Tonight, the noodle shop actually reopened. Lu Duo left his uncle and ran over to take up a seat in advance. There were many people inside, and it was almost full. Then he told him to see the little beauty in Qingxi.

"What a coincidence, we met again." After three or two steps, Lu Duo had a bright smile, as if the two of them were so familiar.

Qingxi treats Lu Duo as his life-savior, and he has a good impression of Lu Duo, but...

She looked at the door of the noodle restaurant uneasy.

Two strangers came in one after another, and just as Qingxi's heart slowly fell. Fortunately, when Lu Duo came alone, another person suddenly stepped in at the door. His figure was tall and upright, wearing a black suit, his fair face was blocked by sunglasses, and his nose was straight under the lens, and his thin lips were pursed.

Qingxi suddenly felt nauseous and hurriedly lowered his eyes.

How strange it was that day that Lu Duo was clearly exposed by the head that opened the box. The ridiculous Lu Duo did not remind her of any blood. As soon as the third master appeared, the scene became clearer.

Because of inner fear and physical discomfort, Qingxi's face turned pale.

On the day when Mrs. Gu celebrated her birthday, Xiaolan was not in the garden and did not recognize Lu Duo and the others, so she could not understand Qingxi's mood. Seeing that the little beauty was scared by her uncle, Lu Duo was sympathetic and helpless, and while his uncle approached, he whispered to comfort the beauty: "Miss Qingxi, don't worry, my uncle has a clear right and wrong. My affairs over there will never be anger on you."

Qingxi didn't understand very much. She only remembered that Mr. Gu called Mrs. Gu's mother. She knew nothing about the grudges inside.

As the light dimmed, the man had arrived.

Qingxi clenched her hands nervously, trying to leave, but she couldn't bear to ask Yang Laobai, who had a wound on her waist, to busy herself, and she also wanted to discuss business with Mr. Yang. The location of the noodle restaurant is so good that Qingxi dared not postpone it until tomorrow, for fear that someone would take the lead tonight.

She thought about her affairs, and Lu Duo looked at her uncle with a smile: "Does my uncle still remember Miss Qingxi?"

Gu Huaixiu had no expression on his face and did not sit down, looking at his nephew in sunglasses.

Lu Duo reacted quickly enough and jumped up, giving the inside of the window a good position to his uncle who was the least interested in outsiders disturbing him.

Gu Huaixiu took the position of his nephew without any hesitation, and his well-made suit was incompatible with the noodle restaurant that had been in the past.

He said nothing and did nothing, but there was an invisible tide of pressure spreading over, carrying a manly aura that seemed to be there and not be there.
Chapter completed!