"Ha, this is something you can't eat in the house. If I can't finish it, I will pack it up and take it away. Miss Haitang, please don't let it go." Mr. Zhang picked up the chopsticks. What attracted him the most was the shredded radish, which was sour.
Sweet and sour.
Although he is used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, this kind of home-cooked food is very suitable to Mr. Zhang's appetite. He only took a few symbolic bites of the dish Begonia on the table, but he was completely blown away by it.
Seeing others enjoy eating the food she cooked, Haitang felt as satisfied as girls enjoying wearing their own dyed clothes.
As Mr. Zhang gradually finished eating, his eyes gradually turned red.
These peppers are not spicy. Is Mr. Zhang crying?
I saw Mr. Zhang staring at the messy cups and plates on the table that he had eaten, and the moisture from the corner of his eyes slowly poured down like a stream of light...
Haitang handed over the handkerchief, wondering why this cynical young man was crying.
Mr. Zhang turned his head and wiped away his tears. He didn't want others to see this embarrassing thing.
Under the white clouds and catkins, the day was bright and the wind was clear. This afternoon tea stall was very quiet, and there were not many customers passing by. Bai Haitang didn't say a word, but just sat silently with Mr. Zhang.
"Miss Haitang's home-cooked food reminds me of my mother." Mr. Zhang turned his head to face Haitang. Although the tears had been wiped away, the traces of tears were still faintly visible in the corners of his eyes.
"How is the young master's mother?" Haitang asked gently.
"My mother passed away when I was very young. Later, there were more and more female relatives in the Zhang family. I received a lot of gifts every year, but I have never eaten such a meal again. This is my mother's taste, and it is what I deeply feel.
The most precious and missed thing in my life, thank you, Miss Haitang, for letting me relive my mother's tenderness." Mr. Zhang's mood gradually calmed down.
"I also made a mistake. Seeing that you are used to eating seafood and mountain delicacies, I made something light." Haitang said.
"Excellent women must have the same excellent qualities." The young master said.
"Kind words really sound nice. No wonder everyone likes to hear them." Haitang smiled, and Mr. Zhang also laughed.
Zhengyang Buzhuang.
The guy who had followed Bai Haitang hurried in.
"Boss, I just saw Ranniang from Qiaotou Village going to a brothel. She passed by in a flash, and she looked very similar."
"They say old eyesight is dim, but I think your eyesight is blurred before you are old. What is a girl doing in a brothel? If you have the ability to dye cloth, why should you go there to earn money for skin and flesh?" the cloth shop owner said while trimming his nails.
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"It took just a blink of an eye to get in. I didn't even see the front," the waiter said.
"Wait a minute, brothel...this girl won't come to steal my business, right? It's been quiet these days. Go to that brothel and find out what the girl is doing? The money spent is on the counter." The cloth store owner suddenly replied.
In the future, even the movements in my hands have stopped.
Not long after, the guy came back.
"The girl there bought her cloth!" The boy spent his money for entertainment and found out about the real thing.
"Sure enough, they are here to grab the territory. I have seen you calm down these days and I wanted to let you go. Unexpectedly, they all came to me. So don't blame me for taking action." The boss curled his lips, looking wily and scheming.
"Boss, what should we do?" the waiter asked.
"I will tell you when I need you, go down and work." The boss waved his hand without raising his head.