The noise coming from downstairs became louder and louder, "Store-" Guo Mo shouted.
"Here you go, sir." The waiter from the shop just now came up from downstairs at a trot.
"What happened downstairs? It's hard for people to even have a meal." Guo Mo said, pretending to be angry.
"My lord, please forgive me." The waiter hurriedly bowed and apologized, "A little beggar came downstairs. He insisted on coming into the store, and even snatched away the tea prepared for you two. He is still down there and is not letting you go.
I want to come in for dinner."
Guo Mo had almost eaten. When he heard what happened, he immediately became interested. What if it was...
"Hmph, what kind of little beggar dared to steal our tea? Go and bring him upstairs." Guo Mo continued to give orders angrily.
"Hey, don't be angry. I'm going to help you." The waiter had no choice but to go downstairs again.
"Second brother, you haven't hindered us in any way. We'd better not cause any trouble." Guo Jing advised from the side.
"Don't worry, brother, I know my own rules." Guo Mo had a calm look on his face, but there was a trace of expectation in his eyes.
"Let me go. I'm just going to drink a pot of tea from you. What's the big deal?"
"Please let me go upstairs, okay, don't push me, I will go by myself."
Amid a quarrel, the waiter returned to the second floor, followed by a little beggar. He was young, only fifteen or sixteen years old. He looked about 1.6 meters tall, with a thin build and ragged clothes.
On his head was a black flowered leather hat with a broken top.
His face and hands were all covered in black and gray, and his original appearance could no longer be seen. Only his two eyes were bright and sparkling with a hint of cunning. Perhaps because of his young age, his voice had not changed yet, so his words were clear and crisp.
crispy.
"Sir, someone brought it to you, but he stole your tea." The waiter hurriedly stepped forward to reply.
Seeing this little beggar, Guo Mo was completely sure that it was "her".
Guo Mo stood up and circled around the little beggar, "Did you steal my tea?"
"Your tea? Your name isn't written on the pot. How do I know it's your tea? Besides, I'm just a little beggar. I've finished drinking the tea. Even if I want it now, I won't go back. I don't even want to pay for it.
No money." Look at the calm look of the little beggar. He doesn't seem to be afraid at all. On the contrary, he is speaking plausibly.
The little beggar speaks with a southern accent, which sounds very pleasant to the ear. The masters of the "Seven Eccentrics of Jiangnan" and his mother Li Ping are also from the south. Now that I hear the little beggar's voice, I feel inexplicably kind.
Guo Mo smiled and said, "When you say that, it's really a troublesome thing. Since you can't compensate me, just do something for me." Guo Mo pretended to ponder for a while.
"What's the matter?" The little beggar was very puzzled. Looking at the man in front of him, he saw that he was not very old. He could only be two or three years older than himself at most. He was quite tall, a head taller than himself.
It's not very luxurious, but it still looks clean and tidy, with a pair of talking eyes that always look at me with a smile.
"Since you want to come to the restaurant to eat, can you order the food yourself?" Guo Mo asked.
"Of course, what? You want to treat me to dinner?" The little beggar's eyes lit up.
Guo Mo looked at the little beggar with interest. Although Guo Mo had not been in contact with many women in the past ten years, they were all influenced by "feudal ethics" after all. But the way the little beggar in front of him spoke was different.
It actually made him think of those unrestrained girls in later generations. Of course, the premise was that he had already determined that the little beggar in front of him was a woman pretending to be a woman.
"Okay, I'll treat you to whatever dishes you order." Guo Mo looked back at Guo Jing again, "Brother, can you still eat if you order some more dishes?"
Guo Jing didn't know why, so he just nodded affirmatively.
The little beggar seemed to have discovered that the man in front of him was very funny. In addition, he was really hungry now after having been making a lot of noise just now. He took a look at the dishes Guo Mo and the others had ordered on the table, thought about it, and ordered it casually.
Eight dishes, four cold, four hot, plus a pot of 20-year-old Fenbai.
The waiter looked at Guo Mo blankly, "Okay, let's serve the dishes ordered by this... this little brother, open another table, and let's move over there." Guo Mo gave the order generously.
The little beggar was slightly startled, did he really want to treat himself to a meal?
The three of them left their place and came to another table by the window.
At this time, there was almost no one dining in the hotel, so the food and wine were served very quickly. Before long, eight dishes and a bottle of wine were served.
"Come on, it's fate that we meet each other. Let me toast my little brother first." Guo Mo filled a cup for himself first, raised it and said to the little beggar.
The little beggar also poured a glass, held it in his hand, and asked: "Brother, we met by chance, and I am just a little beggar. Why do you treat me so politely?"
"Haha, I just said that meeting each other is fate. It doesn't matter whether he is a beggar or an emperor. Besides, don't bully young people into poverty. Who knows one day I will end up on the street and my little brother will become famous." Guo Mo raised his neck and showed his face.
Bottom of cup.
Hearing this, the little beggar felt that he had known him before. How come this man had similar habits to his father? He just touched the wine glass lightly with his mouth, and a faint blush seemed to appear on his gray-black face.
Guo Mo greeted the little beggar warmly, as if he were greeting a long-time friend, without any discrimination or pity.
The waiter in the shop was full of murmurings: This gentleman is quite smart, how could he be so stupid as to invite a beggar to dinner? This is a lot of money and there is no place to spend it. Come on, who makes people rich?
The little beggar didn't have a big appetite, so he picked out a few light dishes and ate some. Guo Mo also tasted each one. Not to mention, the taste was pretty good. In line with the attitude of not wasting, he and his elder brother Guo Jing
Man, I just ate all the eight dishes.
"I haven't asked you how to call this brother yet. I'm going to treat you to a meal today. You have to let me know whose kindness you should remember, right?" The little beggar also finished eating and put down his chopsticks.
"There's no such thing as kindness. My surname is Guo Mingmo, and this is my eldest brother Guo Jing. We come from the desert and are going to the south. What do you call me brother? Why are you here alone?" Guo Mo replied, and Guo Jing also raised his hand to signal.
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Hearing Guo Mo's question, the little beggar felt inexplicably sad, "My surname is Huang, and my last name is Rong. I have met two elder brothers Guo. I ran away from home, and my father doesn't want me anymore." Then he picked up the cup.
He drank the wine glass in front of him in one gulp, which made the little beggar choke. He coughed for a while and burst into tears.