Panshi Town is a big town, and there are cargo ships docking at the wharf specifically for cargo all day long.
I never worry about silk, porcelain, tea and medicinal materials.
On the best street in Chongwenfang, there is a Zhenbaozhai. It has a three-story, four-open facade and houses all kinds of treasures and utensils.
Song Qiu has no hobby of collecting antique porcelain. Generally speaking, these are just ornaments placed at home. They are used as decorations. They just buy whatever they think looks good and put them back home.
Song Qiu picked out the vases, porcelain, and other things that he liked.
As for those jade articles that looked expensive, Song Qiu ignored them all.
The two guys followed and took note of what she wanted so they could deliver it to her door later.
The house looks empty and unsightly, it just has some interesting decorations.
Song Qiu didn't choose too much, and the checkout was quite bearable.
Then I went to the wood carving shop that Li Donggua had a stake in and picked out some wood carving ornaments that looked good.
Then I went to the grocery store and bought a lot of bowls, chopsticks, plates, tea sets, etc.
It's noon for this trip.
It's early summer, and it's not too hot yet, but vendors on the street have already skillfully seized the business opportunities of summer and started selling iced drinks.
Song Qiu watched, thinking that he could start cooking in the tea shed.
We need to add a few more ice cubes this year. After all, the inn is open and the weather is getting hot. If the meat is not kept in the ice cubes, it might become smelly before noon.
I thought I might as well go back to the grocery store, add some ordinary ice cream, and ask the boss to deliver it to my door.
After leaving the grocery store, there was a stall selling ice drinks at the entrance of the alley across the street. Song Qiu and Aling walked over and bought two bamboo tubes of sour plum soup and drank it while walking.
"Let's not go back to the shop for lunch, let's just go have a bowl of noodles?" Song Qiu said.
Al-Ling glanced back from the corner of his eye, nodded, and raised his voice, "Okay! I heard that the noodles at Laowang Noodle House at the entrance of Douwan Hutong are quite delicious, let's go there!"
Not far from Douwan Alley, it is in the alley behind Pingkangfang Market.
A big tree is next to the river, and the breeze blows by the river, bringing with it the smell of water. Two walls are opened to form a window-like noodle shop. A cloth banner is hung under the eaves, and the words "Lao Wang Noodle Shop" are fluttering in the wind.
The noodle shop is not big, with only four tables inside.
The stoves were set up outside the door, next to the river, and crowded under the trees, with steaming noodles cooking in the pot.
It can be seen that this noodle shop is quite old. The stove is old and shaky, and the noodle boss is quite old. He picked up the noodles with a pair of long chopsticks and his hands were a little shaky.
"Here are two bowls of noodles!" Aling shouted as he walked in.
The noodle boss responded with a loud voice and came in with a bowl of cooked noodles for the guests at the table near the door.
The noodle bowl was served to the table with some soup still spilling out when it was put down. The man, who was probably a regular customer, took the chopsticks out of the chopstick holder with one hand and said, "Old Wang, you should hire a waiter to cook it!"
You can still make noodles, but when I serve this noodle, if you spill the soup, I'm afraid you'll burn your hands!"
Lao Wang smiled, looking very naive, "It's a small business, I can't afford it. Look at how old I am, and I can still cook noodles for a few years. I can make a little bit now. Once I make the coffin, I won't be able to afford it."
Cooked."
The man heard this and said: "Old Wang, you have a good temper. If I were you and my wife ran away with someone else with her son, I would have to drag a kitchen knife to the door and chop her down!"
Lao Wang only laughed and did not respond to this sentence.
The man added another sentence, "I heard that your son is quite promising now. Are you so cruel that you don't care about your age?"
Lao Wang still smiled, "The noodles are lumpy. Eat them while they're hot. I'll go on cooking the noodles."
After saying that, he went out.
The man clicked his tongue and shook his head, took up his chopsticks and started eating the noodles.
Aling finished the last sip of sour plum soup, put down the bamboo tube, looked at the man eating noodles and asked curiously: "When we come back, what did you say first? It sounds like there is a name for it."
The man was a scumbag just now, but when asked about it now, he shook his head and said nothing more.
However, an old man at another table who had just finished eating his noodles and put down his chopsticks looked over and said: "This old Wang is also a poor man. His wife took all the money and ran away with a salesman with her son. She has been running away for more than ten years.
, there has been no news, but his son did come back two years ago, doing business, he looked like a decent person, and seemed to have some money, but unfortunately he came back for one look and then left."
"Look at it, his son doesn't look like him at all. I guess Lao Wang has become a bastard. Otherwise, how could the woman run away with the salesman?"
The man didn't say anything at all. When he heard this, the old man said, "Be careful that Old Wang hears it."
The old man laughed: "Old Wang's ears are weak and his eyes are not working well. Who doesn't know?"
That's right. The man turned his head and looked at Lao Wang who was busy cooking noodles, and said: "I heard that Lao Wang also has a mistress in private, otherwise a man of this age would still be working hard to cook noodles.
Well, you can't earn money for that concubine!"
The old man nodded, "I've heard it too, it's said that Lao Wang wants that mistress to give him a son, otherwise there's no point in trying, she's too old."
"Lao Wang has been cooking noodles all his life. It's hard to be reluctant to eat and wear noodles!"
"Of all the noodle restaurants in this town, I can only eat noodles cooked by Lao Wang. From Xiao Wang to Lao Wang, alas, I won't be able to eat them for a few years!"
The man said, shook his head, stood up, put a few coins on the table, and went outside with his hands behind his back.
"Old Wang! The money is on the table!"
Lao Wang hunched his back and responded, then came in shakily carrying the cooked noodles.
Two bowls of noodles were served twice before they were all served.
There are sour bamboo shoots, meat foam and chopped green onion floating on the surface. Even though the soup is almost spilled and the noodles look a little dry, the smell still doesn't affect the appetite.
Song Qiu took out the chopsticks, turned the noodles, picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth. Well, it tasted pretty good.
Sure enough, it is a noodle shop that has been open for decades.
I've heard of this noodle shop before, and I just came here to try it today. It's a good thing I did, otherwise it would be closed and I wouldn't be able to eat such delicious noodles.
The man quickly finished his meal, paid the bill, and left. At this moment, Song Qiu and Aling were the only two people left in the noodle shop.
While Lao Wang was slowly clearing the stove, a half-old woman with heavy makeup came over and said something to Lao Wang.
The sound is so low that it can't be heard in the noodle shop.
The woman left after saying that. Not long after, Lao Wang came in with two bowls of noodle soup.
He smiled kindly and said, "You two ladies, your noodles are lumpy. Let's drink a bowl of noodle soup to relieve your tiredness."
"Thank you, old man." Aling looked up and smiled.
Lao Wang didn't go out after delivering the noodle soup, so he started clearing the table while secretly staring at Song Qiu and the other two.
Ah Ling put his hand on the noodle soup and then moved it away.
Lao Wang was anxious and said with a smile: "Girl, you are not used to drinking noodle soup? How about you pour me two bowls of water?"
"No, no, no, I'll drink it right now!"
Aling smiled, picked up the noodle bowl, took a sip under Lao Wang's gaze, and then winked at Song Qiu.
Those eyes said: This is Lao Wang.
Song Qiu smiled and took a sip from the noodle soup bowl.