Gao Yuan is a column reporter who is good at speaking. He first explained to Qingxi the original intention of opening a food column. From food to Chinese culture, men talked freely. Qingxi, Xiaolan, and Cuicui were fascinated by it. Unconsciously, they all regarded Gao Yuan as a knowledgeable cultural person. Especially Gao Yuan's beautiful and fair appearance also added a bit of elegance to him as a talented man in Jiangnan.

"Miss Xu can tell me how you thought of opening a noodle restaurant? Or talk about your experience in learning cooking." Gao Yuan suggested professionally, "Although it is a food column, introducing food will appear monotonous. If you add some background stories, the effect of writing will be more attractive to readers."

Qingxi lowered her head, a little confused about where to start. Her father's unjust death was too heavy. Before finding out the truth, Qingxi didn't want to make a name for the time being.

"In this way, it's getting late. Miss Xu will go home first. Think about it carefully at night. I'll come over the day after tomorrow." Gao Yuan looked outside the door and said with a smile.

Qingxi thanked: "That's thank you for your hard work, you'll have another trip."

Gao Yuan said modestly: "I should thank Miss Xu for giving me such a good subject, otherwise I would have to find new inspiration in the streets and alleys. Then I will leave first, see you the day after tomorrow."

Qingxi sent him out, and then tried to ignore Gu Huaixiu who was smoking diagonally opposite. She, Cuicui and Xiaolan also closed home. On the way, the two maids excitedly looked forward to the scene of the noodle restaurant business. Qingxi also looked forward to it, but she was more rational and told the two girls: "Before the matter is done, let's not tell the old lady and madam first, so as not to be happy. When it is really reported, we will send the newspaper directly."

Because Gu Mingyan's help was too much, his family was already happy once.

Xiaolan and Cuicui nodded.

When turning, Qingxi used to sneak a glance behind her. At the end of the far alley, there was still a tall figure. Qingxi didn't feel anything before. Tonight, when she thought of the moment her shoulder was hit by Gu Huaixiu, Qingxi felt a little flame in her heart.

The next night, Gu Huaixiu came to the door on time and ordered a bowl of fish ball noodles.

After the noodles were cooked, Qingxi added a spoonful of salt to Gu Huaixiu's bowl in front of Xiaolan.

Xiaolan looked at her in embarrassment.

Qingxi looked calm and firm, and hoped that Gu Huaixiu would never come here to eat again in the future.

Xiaolan brought the noodles to Gu Huaixiu guiltily. Because there were no other customers in the store, Xiaolan whispered: "San Master, this is the fresh soup newly prepared by our lady. You are a regular customer. The lady wants to ask you to taste it first. The third master thinks it is OK. I will greet other customers tomorrow. If the third master thinks it tastes bad, the lady will change the recipe."

It’s like leaving a way out for the lady. If the third master gets angry, they can also refuse to make a new recipe that is not good, instead of deliberately offending the third master.

Gu Huaixiu took off his sunglasses, moved his eyes from the attractive face on the table to the kitchen, and then took out the chopsticks from the bamboo tube.

Xiaolan secretly hid in the distance.

Qingxi hid inside and listened to the movements secretly.

Gu Huaixiu first picked up a fish ball. As soon as he put it in his mouth, the salty smell quickly spread throughout his body. He paused and after a while, he continued to chew, as if nothing had happened.

Xiaolan saw it and was surprised in her heart. It was impossible for the lady to put such a big spoon on it.

Qingxi waited for a long time without hearing the expected complaints or leaving the table, and could not help but feel curious. She pretended to go to the pot to clean up. When she passed by the kitchen door, she looked out obscurely. At the mahogany dining table next to the window, a man in black was slightly lowered his head and was delivering noodles into his mouth. Mr. Gu San was undoubtedly handsome, with his long eyelashes hanging down, covering the chill in his eyes. At this moment, he was eating silently, and was extremely focused and serious.

Qingxi was stunned for a moment.

Gu Huaixiu seemed to be aware and turned his head towards her.

Qingxi quickly flashed to the side.

Gu Huaixiu finished eating the noodles, drank two-thirds of the soup, and a little left was as usual.

Rubbing his lips with the handkerchief he carried with him, Gu Huaixiu put on his sunglasses and turned around and walked out.

Xiaolan didn't dare to say a word, and respectfully sent the person out.

Just a second before he stepped out, Gu Huaixiu suddenly stopped and looked ahead and said, "Tell you lady, I am very satisfied with the meeting tonight."

Xiaolan's eyes were almost glaring out. Could it be that the lady put more spoon of salt and accidentally made the smell?

As soon as Gu Huaixiu left, Xiaolan immediately brought his noodle bowl into the kitchen and told Gu Huaixiu word for word.

Qingxi was stunned and stared at Gu Huaixiu's remaining noodle soup in disbelief.

"I'll try it." Xiaolan volunteered, took another soup spoon and scooped out a spoonful of soup.

Qingxi and Cuicui stared at her with a breath of concentration.

When the soup was in the mouth, Xiaolan vomited out all of it with a "pop".

Qingxi's expression became strange. If Gu Huaixiu only moved a few chopsticks and asked Xiaolan to repost that, it would be a sarcasm. But Gu Huaixiu ate the noodles cleanly, and even his master's skills were only ranked among the top three. Such a picky man could not really think a bowl of salty noodles was delicious, right?

She couldn't understand, and Xiaolan and Cuicui were also confused.

On the other side of Nanhu, in the black Buick driving steadily towards Hualien Road, Gu Huaixiu looked at the hazy night outside the window, and the corners of his lips slowly rose.

The lilac flowers tonight were very salty and cute.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Yuan came to Qingxi's noodle restaurant as promised. It was almost closed. Qingxi was empty and told Gao Yuan softly about her hard work and interesting things in the process of learning cooking. An hour passed without realizing it. During this period, Qingxi also sent Cui Cui Cui home to notify her mother, saying that she was busy with business today and would go back tonight.

Gao Yuan listened carefully and then briefly explained his writing ideas. Qingxi knew nothing about newspaper writing. No matter how Gao Yuan said, she felt that it was very good. At this time, the little girl's beautiful almond eyes were filled with admiration and admiration for a professional writer.

Gao Yuan is a person from a small county town. In his hometown, his appearance and talent are outstanding. Some girls have admired him, but when he arrived in the prosperous Hangzhou City, Gao Yuan immediately became inconspicuous. All the female colleagues in the newspaper were from better families than him and had received education. Therefore, when they got along with him, they did not have any admiration. Either they had an equal attitude towards colleagues or a hint of contempt.

After two years of hard work in Hangzhou, Qingxi was the first beautiful girl to look at lofty with this kind of admiration.

The man's confidence grew a little bit, and Gao Yuan suddenly felt an impulse. After talking about the serious matter, he tried to naturally ask Qingxi to invite him: "A movie about French food will be released tomorrow night. I am an invited reporter. I can get free tickets. Is Miss Xu interested in learning about foreign food?"

Qingxi was stunned and inexplicably remembered that he had first come to Hangzhou. Gu Mingyan also said that he wanted to invite her to watch a movie.

Perhaps it is normal for male and female students to watch movies together in school, but Qingxi inexplicably thought that it was a very intimate move to accompany a man to watch movies. She didn't even agree to her former fiancé, Gao Yuan...

"Sorry, my grandmother is very strict at home. I don't like me going out at night." Qingxi said apologetically.

Gao Yuan's smile stiffened, but immediately adjusted, and supported his glasses and said, "It's okay, I'm too sensible. I forgot that Miss Xu also has to run a noodle shop every day, so I should have a breakfast at night. This is better, I'll take my colleagues to see it. If Miss Xu is interested, I'll tell you next time I come here."

Qingxi smiled and thanked.

Cuicui interrupted: "Mr. Gao, when will our noodle restaurant be reported?"

This question is too rude, Qingxi frowned and glanced at Cuicui with reproach.

Gao Yuan said generously: "I'll write quickly and try to line up for you next weekend, and the sales of newspapers on weekends will be higher."

Cuicui was relieved. She was really worried that Gao Yuan would be perfunctory about the newspaper because the lady didn't accompany him to watch movies.

"Then I'll go back and get the manuscript first. I'll send it to Miss Xu for a look to see what's wrong with it." Gao Yuan said formally.

Qingxi repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

Gao Yuan said goodbye with a smile, but when he stepped on his bicycle and rode outside Yuqiao Street, his fair face became gloomy and his eyebrows and eyes even showed a bit of hideousness. It was him who dreamed during the day, a beautiful female boss with a restaurant and a maid around him. How could such a woman fall in love with him as a poor scholar from other places? The reason why she was kind to him was because she wanted him and needed his help.

On the dark night, the middle-aged couple next door started to struggle again. Gao Yuan had seen the wife, a delicate and quiet little woman, but her husband was a porter in the rice shop. The man was as strong as a bull, and he wanted to do almost every night. The little woman was thin-skinned and always deliberately endured, but the sound would still float over, so clear that Gao Yuan could see a rough man covered in bronze, pressing his petite wife under the ground and doing whatever he wanted.

After hearing so much, a wildfire broke out in Gao Yuan's heart. He also wanted women, a weak and beautiful woman like Miss Xu, and wanted her to cry and beg him.

Another afternoon, Gao Yuan brought the first draft to the noodle shop to look for Qingxi.

The first thing Qingxi saw was the title of the article: Noodles Xi Shi appeared on Yuqiao Street.

Her face turned red, she put down her notebook like a hot hand, shook her head repeatedly: "No, this is too exaggerated."

Gao Yuan solemnly explained: "If you want to sell newspapers well, it is not enough to have good articles and news, but you must have good titles. I knew Miss Xu would object, so I specially brought several issues of newspapers. You can read these, and the titles seem absurd, but they are indeed eye-catching. Just looking at the titles, you want to know what they are talking about."

Qingxi took the newspaper half-believingly and half-doubtedly. Gao Yuan had circled several titles with a pencil. One of them was "The father-in-law was unwilling to do anything, and the bride was in trouble in the middle of the night." The title was easy to make people think wrong. In fact, it was about a father-in-law who was dissatisfied with his daughter-in-law who had been married for a while. He deliberately beat drums and drums in the middle of the night. Of course, his son and daughter-in-law couldn't sleep well...

Qingxi understands a little, and there is an attractive gimmick in selling newspapers, but she still doesn't want to use any noodles.

Gao Yuanjian was really embarrassed, so he rubbed his forehead and decided to replace it with a spare: Juewei noodles appeared on Yuqiao Street.

Qingxi could accept it, and continued to read the content, blushed while watching, thinking that Gao Yuan praised her noodles too well, but Qingxi did not object this time, and the noodles sold were just noodles. If they were not praised more tempting, who would come to eat it?

"I will ask the editor for instructions later. If the manuscript is passed, you will need to follow me to the newspaper tomorrow and sign a license report agreement."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Gao."

The cooperation was initially negotiated, Gao Yuan asked Qingxi when it will be convenient tomorrow. Qingxi said it was free from 2:00 to 4:00 in the afternoon.

Gao Yuan came over the next day and brought good news.

Qingxi was very happy and asked Gao Yuan to wait, and she immediately went home to change her clothes.

Gao Yuan called two rickshaws and waited at the entrance of Laoliu Lane to enjoy the scenery of Nanhu for a moment. Gao Yuan turned around and saw a young girl walking over from a distance in the quiet alley just now. She was wearing a white shirt with a long blue dress underneath, and rushed here slightly anxiously. Her fair face was soft and tender.

Gao Yuan swallowed.

"Sorry, I've told you to wait for a long time." Qingxi gasped slightly, and casually pulled the broken hair in his ears that were blown by the lake wind.

"No hurry, please get in the car." Gao Yuan asked Qingxi to get on the bus first with a gentleman.

In fact, a rickshaw was enough to take two people. When Qingxi saw that he actually called two, he felt more and more like a noble gentleman.

After getting off, the two rickshaws rushed towards the newspaper and walked side by side. Gao Yuan happily introduced the newspaper history to Qingxi. When the rickshaw approached a cafe, Gao Yuan suddenly changed his face and asked the driver to stop.

"What's wrong?" Qingxi asked nervously.

Gao Yuan took out the file package, flipped it over quickly, and said annoyedly: "I forgot to bring the manuscript!"

Qingxi was anxious: "What should I do?"

Gao Yuan looked back in the distance and pondered: "My home is too far from here, so it will be too late to rush back. In this way, let's go to the coffee shop and I will write it again immediately. I remember the content of the manuscript and it will be very fast."

Qingxi has no master, listen to him all.

After entering the store, Gao Yuan insisted on asking Qingxi for coffee, but Qingxi could not refuse.

It is logical that the waiter would bring the coffee here, Gao Yuan was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to get it. Qingxi came to the coffee shop for the first time. He didn't understand the rules here and waited quietly in his seat. Gao Yuan brought two cups of coffee. Qingxi didn't like coffee very much, but Gao Yuan lowered his head to write the article. She was bored while sitting and didn't want Gao Yuan to notice. Every time Gao Yuan saw it, she would hold up the cup with a smile, sip it, and unknowingly drank half of the cup.

"Check it again." After writing the manuscript, Gao Yuan handed it to Qingxi.

Qingxi looked carefully, and at the end, she covered her mouth and yawned.

Everything was right, and the two set off again, and they still called two rickshaws. The coachman jogged in the afternoon sun. Qingxi became more and more sleepy, and slowly leaned on the back of the chair and fell asleep.

Gao Yuan re-reported an address.
To be continued...