Gu Huaixiu wants to eat beef brisket noodles.

Lu Duo then poked his neck and ordered two bowls of beef brisket noodles at Mr. Yang. This restaurant with a single staple food was used to eating the same food as his uncle.

Mr. Yang looked out, Lu Duo was young and handsome and enthusiastic. Gu Huaixiu was wearing black clothes and sunglasses. He was slapped everywhere he went. Mr. Yang suddenly remembered that he had served these two people a while ago and took the order with a smile. Qingxi tilted his head and saw that the old man had answered more than twenty orders but had never taken notes at once. He couldn't help but wonder, did Mr. Yang remember so many of the faces?

Just as she was thinking, a "bang" suddenly came from the door, like a strong wind carrying the thunderous rage. Qingxi was not prepared at all. She was frightened and forgot that Old Yang and the cruel and ruthless Master Gu San was opposite her. She raised her eyes and looked forward, her eyes passing through Gu Huaixiu and Lu Duo.

Lu Duo followed her to the door, but Gu Huaixiu didn't move, his eyes were covered by sunglasses, and no one knew where he was looking.

The two sat face to face, Gu Huaixiu was still facing her in sunglasses. Although Qingxi felt that there was no reason to look at her, Gu Huaixiu's aura was too strong, so strong that Qingxi could not ignore it. Therefore, she caught a glimpse of a 40-year-old woman. Qingxi withdrew her gaze, lowered her head slightly, and looked at nothing.

Just like the classroom in school, there was a bustling outside, and other students could look around curiously. Only the one sitting under the teacher's nose was honest and pitiful.

Gu Huaixiu had never been a teacher, but he had a black back. Sometimes he trained Laifu and a sparrow flew by his side. Laifu would immediately look over. The four dog paws were stomping on the spot, but because the owner did not give orders, he had to stay honestly and then look at him with a pair of wet black eyes.

At this time, Qingxi reminded him of Lai Fu.

Lu Duo is not a blessing, he can watch the fun with relish.

The visitor was Mr. Yang's wife, Mrs. Yang. Mrs. Yang was a lot smaller than her husband. She wore a cheongsam with gold bottom and purple flowers. She was delicate and slim and looked a little rich. A woman in her forties had fair skin, thin eyebrows and red lips. Her medium-sized appearance also added a bit of charm, which attracted the attention of the male customers in the store.

Lu Duo had a few meals in the noodle restaurant, and had heard that Mrs. Yang was originally a woman who was frivolous and was kicked out after a serious illness. She fainted in front of Mr. Yang's noodle restaurant in the middle-aged man. Mr. Yang, who lost his wife in the middle, saved the poor woman. In order to repay her kindness, the woman promised her body. From then on, the man cooked noodles and served her plate. She lived today with affection. The only regret was that the two had no children.

"What are you looking at? Let's go!" Mrs. Yang stood at the door with her right hand on her hips, pointing her left hand outside the door, chasing guests like a tigress.

When Qingxi heard this, he looked at Xiaolan with anxiety.

Xiaolan had no idea. At this moment, Old Yang hurried out of the kitchen. While asking the guest who was about to leave to sit back, he begged his wife with a bitter face: "For the last time, you ask me to do the last time. From tomorrow, I promise not to enter the kitchen again!"

Mrs. Yang spat hard: "What the doctor said? Just your broken waist, I really let you do business tonight. If you want to enter the kitchen tomorrow, it will be useless. Just go directly into the coffin!"

As soon as these words were said, Mr. Yang was embarrassed, but the guests in the noodle restaurant laughed. Qingxi couldn't help but bent the corners of his lips. Mrs. Yang's tone was fierce, but she was concerned about her husband inside and outside.

Old Yang was clear-headed and looked at the guests all over the table. He begged to take a step back: "In this way, all the guests have entered the door, and there is no reason to rush out. If you close the door, we won't accept new orders. At least I can't treat everything inside? The last time, I promise it's the last time!"

The couple quarreled, and some bystanders were talking to Mr. Yang, and some expressed their willingness to leave, but Mr. Yang was not allowed to leave.

The old man was stubborn, and Mrs. Yang had no choice but to close the entrance of the restaurant and prohibit new guests from entering. Then she accompanied her husband to the kitchen to work hard, helping to cut onions and garlic, hand over oil and salt, and try to reduce the burden on Mr. Yang.

"Sister Yang is so nice to Mr. Yang." Xiaolan whispered to Qingxi Road.

Qingxi stared blankly, and a layer of mist floated in Xing's eyes.

The cook is covered in smoke, the woman with delicate eyebrows and eyes, the man is reluctant to ask the woman to do rough work, the woman smiles and wipes the man's sweat...

If the father is still alive, when his father gets old, his mother will definitely care about his father as much as Mrs. Yang.

His vision was blurred, Qingxi pretended to look out the window, and he sorted out his left hand to cleanse his hair in his ears, and wiped away the water from the corners of his eyes.

Lu Duo was about to pick up a conversation, but when he saw Qingxi's actions, he couldn't say anything he said.

Gu Shiqin and his son accompanied Qingxi's grandparents and grandchildren to Xiucheng. He sent someone to follow him. He knew everything that happened in the Xu family in Xiucheng, including the oath that Qingxi made in front of Xuqing Hall. An ordinary 14-year-old girl deserves sympathy when encountering such a thing, not to mention that Qingxi is still a beauty that I still have to be pitiful to me? Now the little beauty is crying secretly, and Lu Duo feels a little uncomfortable.

However, Lu Duo had a compassionate heart, but had no experience in coaxing girls. He touched his head and could only stare at him.

"Two ladies, yours are yours? Do you want coriander?" Mrs. Yang put the noodles in a bowl and asked Qingxi and Xiaolan nearby.

Qingxi was anxious to calm down. Xiaolan remembered Qingxi's taste and shook her head: "I don't let it go."

Mrs. Yang smiled and soon brought two bowls of steaming Sanxian noodles. Shrimp, cuttlefish, sea cucumbers are Sanxian seafood, vegetables, shredded carrots, and bamboo shoots are Sanxian on the land. The old soup is rich and mellow, and the noodles are shiny and clear. With Shanghai, Lu Sanxian, a small bowl of noodles, it makes people feel extremely rich.

The beautiful scenery and food all have the power to soothe the sadness, and the fragrance of the face makes Qingxi feel much better. The chopstick cage was placed on her side. Qingxi took out two pairs and handed them to Xiaolan. He moved the chopstick cage to the opposite side to facilitate the use of Gu Huaixiu and Lu Duo.

"It looks good. I would have known that I would have the same thing as you." The little beauty was cloudy and sunny, and Lu Duo approached her with a chance.

Qingxi smiled politely, picked up a shrimp and was about to hand it in her mouth, but when she remembered something, she looked at Lu Duo, and Lu Duo really looked at her with intent eyes. When he looked at her, Lu Duo grinned and turned his head tactfully. Qingxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the shrimp again. As a result, his hand moved, and the man opposite suddenly raised his right hand.

Qingxi subconsciously looked over.

Gu Huaixiu took off his sunglasses, noticed the little girl's gaze, and glanced at Qingxi indifferently.

The eyes met in the air, and the man's eyes were like a cold pond without any temperature. Qingxi's heart tightened and he hurriedly lowered his head.

Sunglasses will make everything dim. Now take it off and look directly at the little girl's snow-white and delicate skin. Gu Huaixiu once again thought of the white lilac planted in the yard of his hometown in the north. From the north to Hangzhou, from Hangzhou to overseas, in just over twenty years, Gu Huaixiu has seen all kinds of beauties, but only the mother in my memory and the girl in front of him will remind him of lilac flowers.

After a brief look, Gu Huaixiu looked at Qingxi's bowl. Three fresh noodles were indeed full of color, fragrance and taste.

Appreciating the perfect food, Gu Huaixiu put on sunglasses again.

Lu Duo watched silently and couldn't help but complain. His uncle pretended to be blind every day, he didn't like the blond and blue-eyed foreigners, and his charming women in China were not interested. He finally met a delicate and beautiful Jiangnan beauty. He thought his uncle had finally gotten his head out, but he didn't expect to take off his sunglasses just to see the beauty's face?

Lu Duo is almost vomiting blood. Can he find his aunt in his life? His cousin is also an uncle. He sincerely hopes that Uncle Bingshan will find a companion soon.

The guests had enough food and drink and left one after another.

Gu Huaixiu and Lu Duo were the last two guests to the noodle restaurant. Qingxi’s noodles were almost finished, and the beef brisket noodles they wanted were released. Old Yang personally brought them out and bent over and smiled: “You two have been waiting for a long time. Old man, I am an apprentice at the age of seven. I have been making noodles for more than fifty years. These are the last two bowls, just treat them as the old man, and there is no charge for money.”

The remaining guests applauded and cheered.

Gu Huaixiu took off his sunglasses, stood up and bowed to Mr. Yang: "The younger generation traveled around the world and went to the noodle shops in countless ways. The old man can rank among the top three in craftsmanship."

The rebellious Mr. Gu sometimes does his own way when facing the powerful and powerful, as if he is often treated with an ordinary person at this time.

Lu Duo was not surprised. Qingxi's eyelashes moved and secretly glanced at the man opposite. Except for the day when Mrs. Gu celebrated her birthday, Gu Huaixiu called her mother coldly, today is the first time Qingxi heard him talking to someone in a normal tone. He stood high, Qingxi could not see his face, but the voice was calm and mellow, and it sounded very nice.

If it weren't for what I heard and saw with my own eyes, Qingxi would never believe that the indifferent and ruthless Master Gu San would respect a noodle restaurant master so much.

Mr. Yang was aroused by Gu Huaixiu and said curiously: "Do you dare to ask about the names of the other two noodle shops?"

But Gu Huaixiu did not answer: "There are different personal tastes and the evaluation results are also different, so it is difficult to mention the name of the museum."

When Mr. Yang heard this, he saw Gu Huaixiu a little more praise and regret: "This gentleman is very interesting, but unfortunately the old man is going home to retire. If he met him a few years ago, we would definitely have some talk."

Lu Duo interrupted, "This is simple, my uncle lives on Hualien Road. Where can I live? Let's visit each other when I have time." As he said that, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Yang with both hands.

Qingxi accidentally saw it and found that Lu Duo's business card had been changed to white. Last time he took the train, Lu Duo gave her a golden card.

Old Yang narrowed his eyes and nodded, then reported his address, which was only separated from the house where Qingxi currently lives.

"San Ye, use it slowly." After the conversation, Mrs. Yang helped Yang Lao to sit at an empty table and rest. She fastened her apron and returned to the kitchen. She cooked two home-cooked side dishes in a few seconds and brought them to accompany Mr. Yang to eat.

Qingxi originally wanted to go over and talk about renting a shop, but when the couple had dinner, she had to bite the bullet and continue eating noodles. It is undeniable that the three fresh noodles cooked by Mr. Yang were very delicious and equally matched with his father's skills, but Qingxi didn't have that much appetite. Mr. Yang put too much weight. After half a bowl, Qingxi had already been able to hold on.

"Miss Qingxi is worried?" Lu Duo asked in confusion after eating a big mouthful of noodles. If he hadn't seen that Qingxi was not interested in their uncle and nephew, he would have used Qingxi's slow speed to change someone, Lu Duo would definitely suspect that the other party was deliberately delaying, in order to look at him and his uncle a few more times.

Qingxi shook his head, barely ate noodles, while quietly looking at the old Yang and his wife.

Lu Duo was really strange and looked back.

Gu Huaixue slowly enjoyed his food because he knew that the noodle restaurant would no longer open tomorrow, so this meal was even more precious tonight.

With a "creak", someone pushed the door open and entered.

Mrs. Yang thought she was a customer, and just as she was about to repeat the words "closed", she saw the visitor wearing a black suit. She was Manager Zhou from the Western Restaurant next door. She was a man in her thirties with a small flat head and didn't know what was plastered on her mind. She was shiny and she would make her feel like she was once she saw it.

Mrs. Yang curled her lips and asked with her chopsticks: "What are you here to do?"

The boss's wife was disgusted with her, and Manager Zhou didn't want to set foot in this small noodle restaurant, but who made the noodle restaurant a good location and worth doing business?

Looking at the beautiful little beauty by the window, Manager Zhou greeted Mr. Yang with a smile: "Are you recovered?"

Old Yang annoyed him and said impatiently: "If you don't make noodles or sell houses, what else do you have to do except these two things?"

When Qingxi heard this, his ears immediately stood up.

Manager Zhou sat down at the table next to the old couple, and advised sincerely like an old friend: "Old Yang, why are you stubborn? Anyway, you don't open a noodle shop anymore, so who will rent this shop to sell? You have a holiday with the Chen family, and everyone understands if you don't sell them, but our two families have been kind. Think about it, I have been a manager for three years. Have you ever said a harsh word to you?"

Mr. Yang didn't listen to his nonsense and said with a big bowl, "This street belongs to us in Hangzhou. The shops have changed for thousands of years. They sell Chinese things. If your boss set up a Western restaurant, what's the difference between stooling in a pot? Humph, I can't control others' selling them. Our Yang family's shop is not allowed to sell foreign goods."

Thinking of the knife and fork used in Western restaurants, I heard that it is more particular about holding it with left and right hands. Mr. Yang looked at his chopsticks, but he still felt that the chopsticks were pleasing to the eyes.

The old man was stubborn, and Manager Zhou was unreasonable, so he had to use his trump card: "Your noodle restaurant is only 50 yuan a month, and our boss is willing to pay double the price."

Qingxi's eyelids twitched, and she slowly put down her chopsticks, and her heart sank to the bottom. The rent was fifty, and she still dared to take risks, if it was added to one hundred...

"I won't rent a thousand, hurry up and go back and do your business. Don't lose my appetite here." Faced with the temptation of money, Mr. Yang was unshakable. Mrs. Yang ate his own meal as if nothing had happened, and she would not interfere with whatever her husband said.

Manager Zhou realized it, and ordered the index finger to the old man and left in a bad mood. The business of Western restaurants became more and more popular, and the owner had long wanted to expand. However, he did not expect that the two neighbors would refuse to sell shops or rent them out? A group of old antiques.

The man left, Mr. Yang continued to eat.

Qingxi looked at the door and didn't dare to wait any longer. She lit her lips with a veil. She left the seat, walked to Old Yang's table, and asked nervously: "Old Yang, I want to rent your noodle shop too. Do you think it's okay?"

The soft and tender girl's voice was quieted down as soon as she said it.

The few remaining guests looked at Qingxi, Lu Duo put down his newly raised face and turned around in shock. Even Gu Huaixiu and his chopsticks stopped for a moment.

Old Yang looked up, stared at Qingxi's beautiful face for a while, and asked tentatively: "How old are you this year?"

"Fourteen." Qingxi's voice was a little trembling, but his almond eyes bravely looked at the old man.

Mr. Yang found it interesting, pointed to the bench next to him and asked Qingxi to sit down. He then asked Qingxi with kindness while having a meal: "The rent of fifty yuan, will your family let you pay for this money? What business do you want to do after renting a noodle restaurant?"

Qingxi's old clothes were destroyed in the fire. The existing clothes were either bright clothes bought by her grandmother from the Gu family to celebrate her birthday, or the clothes that Gu Shiqin asked someone to temporarily buy when she held a funeral for her father. They were all first-class materials. Anyone who saw them would guess that she was a lady from a wealthy family and would not doubt her ability to rent a shop. Therefore, Mr. Yang directly asked Qingxi about her plans.

Mr. Yang was kind and Qingxi gradually calmed down and said in a singular manner: "I am the eldest daughter in the family. My father passed away and I am now the housekeeper. I will not hide it from you. If I can rent your shop, I want to change my signature to run my own noodle shop and make money to support my family."

Mrs. Yang looked at Qingxi in surprise.

Qingxi looked at Mr. Yang sincerely.

Mr. Yang didn't expect that the spoiled lady would say such a thing. She was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you know how to manage the noodle restaurant? But did you hire a master who is good at making noodles? I tell you that most customers who come to the restaurants in this street are proficient. If the master you hired is not capable and the noodles you make are unpalatable, you will have to pay."

Qingxi even understood. Although she thought of a plan, she had a copy of the recipes passed down from the Xu family, and also remembered her father's knife skills and procedures for cooking, she was really like her grandmother said, talking about it all on paper. She thought so much, but she has never made a bowl of noodles and a dish by herself.
To be continued...