Peng Bo insisted that the Shanghai Sea is where there are sycamore trees, but it was the time of winter, and the leaves of the sycamore trees had already fallen off, leaving only the bare branches swaying in the wind.
"Wutongli, what a name. In fact, I should have come to visit in the summer." Peng Bo carried two boxes of snacks, got out of the taxi with Wu Qianyu, and walked on the streets of Wutongli.
Today's visit was something Wu Qianyu had mentioned several times. The reason was that Wu Qianyu had advanced several months' salary, and Wu Jiamu's mother insisted on thanking Peng Bo in person.
But this time, Peng Bo was really busy with matters in the newspaper office and the real estate list. He went to the capital twice in the middle, so the matter was delayed. But today Wu Qianyu mentioned it again with a very firm attitude.
He had to go through this with her.
"Actually, it really doesn't have to be so troublesome. It's all a trivial effort, so why bother." Peng Bo tightened the collar of his coat. The cold in Shanghai and Haihai is not like that in the north. It's not dry and cold, but with a damp feeling.
Wet and cold.
He looked at this section of alley. This was the real alley in Shanghai, across the street from Yuyuan Garden and City God Temple. In Wutong Lane, he remembered that the demolition of this place would not begin until twenty years later.
"When should we sell the house here?" Wu Qianyu saw him looking at the place and said with a smile, "But the old neighbors who have lived together for many years are reluctant to part with it."
"Don't sell it, the land here will be very expensive in the future." Peng Bo said as he walked in, "If you have to sell it, sell it to me. I will buy it, as much as I want."
Wu Qianyu smiled, "You have never lived here, so you don't understand."
"Then you haven't seen where I live, and you don't understand it either." Peng Bo responded with a smile.
The place where he lived was similar to here, but when he looked around, the courtyards here were very narrow. Each courtyard was filled with briquettes, bicycles and other things, and the narrow space was only enough to turn around.
"Aunt Li." Wu Qianyu greeted her neighbor with a smile, and then looked unnaturally at Peng Bo, who was carrying two boxes of snacks behind her.
The neighbor wearing a thick sweater naturally focused on Peng Bo, "Boyfriend?"
"This is my boss."
"Aren't you still in college? Where did the boss come from?" Huhai's mother looked at Peng Bo carefully, making Peng Bo feel uncomfortable.
Wu Qianyu blushed, "It's really the boss, Mom, we have a guest." She shouted softly upstairs, "It's narrow here, be careful." Just as she said that, Peng Bo bumped his head, and he
He looked up at the basket that touched him. He didn't know what was in it, let alone who it belonged to, so he could only rub his head gently.
"Let Nong be more careful," Wu Qianyu smiled and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to give him a rub. Seeing the strange look from her neighbor, she could only retract her hand, "You people from the mountains and seas are all human beings.
Tall and tall..."
As the two climbed up the stairs, they heard the whispers of neighbors behind them.
"He's a foreigner."
"That's right, I never heard my daughter say she is from Shanhai."
"How can we, Shanghai girls, find country people?"
They spoke in Shanghainese dialect, but Peng Bo understood it clearly, but he could not and would not argue about it. The door of Wu Qianyu's house had been opened, and a neatly dressed middle-aged woman was already smiling.
Standing at the door, "Hello, Mr. Peng, welcome to my home."
"Hello, aunt." Peng Bo also smiled and nodded.
"Quick, quick, sit in the room." Mother Wu's mother was very enthusiastic.
The Wu family's home is very narrow. There is a small table by the window and a bed below it. It is probably put away at ordinary times. It can be put out when guests come, so it can be used as a living room.
Although the place is narrow, it is neatly tidied up. There is a 35-brand table clock on the table, which seems to be the luxury of this family. The eighties-generation Shanghainese married, in addition to forty-eight-legged furniture, watches, and sewing machines
, besides bicycles, it is a very honorable thing to have a 35-brand table clock. At that time, it was only available with coupons, and even if you had money, you could not buy it.
Through the window, you can see the shadow of the Taiping Hotel. At this time, there were not as many high-rise buildings along the Huanghu River as there would be in later generations.
"Xiao Peng, you have taken good care of Qianyu these days. Our whole family is very grateful. You have helped us a lot a few days ago. Come, have tea and some sweets." Wu Jiamu's mother is very enthusiastic. Judging from her appearance, Wu Jiamu's mother is very enthusiastic.
Qianyu looks a lot like her mother, with a delicate appearance.
"Auntie, there's no need to be busy, we'll leave after a while."
People in Shanghai always reserve some candies and snacks for entertaining guests. Even children know that these foods are for guests and should never be touched, but you can taste some when entertaining guests.
However, serving guests with a cup of tea is very unsatisfactory for the old-school Shanghainese. When guests come, in addition to a cup of tea, they have to put out a basin.
Peng Bo took the candy handed over by Wu Qianyu and said with a smile, "Qianyu has been helping me. If it's troublesome, I should tell you."
Wu Jiamu's mother was busy, and the neighbors downstairs were not idle either. In the corridor of the alley, people gathered together in twos and threes, talking about Peng Bo.
"...Well, Mrs. Luo's husband is probably quite profitable. I went to her room temporarily that day and brought out two basins, one candy and one duck gizzard liver, one sweet and one salty. Those candies are exquisite
Come on, it’s all Wei Doli’s stuff…”
"I think the living conditions of the Wu family are not as good as before. They are much tighter. Last week, we had guests at home. When they brought out a bowl of candy, the wrappers were so stuck that they couldn't be peeled off. I don't know how much time had been left in them..."
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Peng Bo couldn't hear the neighbors' comments. He only heard Wu Jiamu's mother asking him politely, "Mr. Peng, where do you find your job?"
"I am at the Financial Newspaper." Shanghai people are no strangers to this newspaper, but it is not as famous as People's Evening News.
"Yeah, a good company." Wu Jiamu's mother praised. Old Qinhai people are not like people in Shanghai today who ask each other how the company's treatment is? How much is the salary? How much is the bonus... the etiquette is still there.
"In that case, Xiaoyu will talk to Mr. Peng and have lunch here."
"No, Auntie, I really don't need it." Peng Bo looked at the food on the table. It was very rich. Ordinarily ordinary Shanghainese people would make their own sugared osmanthus to seal it when the osmanthus smells fragrant, and then cook it in red bean soup and sugar taro.
For seasoning.
Cut the winter rice cakes into slices and dry them into rice cakes. Peel the lilies and dry them into lilies. When the lemons are on the market, cut them into slices, soak them in sugar water and seal them.
In this way, you can have fried rice cakes, lily soup, and lemon black tea for entertaining guests all year round.
It seems that Wu Qianyu's careful planning was inherited from her mother-in-law.
In fact, the old Shanghai people are good at accounting, so there is nothing they can do about it. In such a high-consumption city, the world is not peaceful, and everyone is holding on to their jobs and planning to live a happy life.
"Let's go, I have an appointment." Peng Bo stood up and hinted to Wu Qianyu.
"Mom, Mr. Peng is leaving, so you don't need to be busy." Wu Qianyu saw the determination in Peng Bo's eyes, "Auntie, there's really no need to be busy. Qianyu and I have something to do at noon."
"Well, you see, this is really unlucky," Wu Jiamu's mother looked regretful. Peng Bo smiled and went downstairs first so that the mother and daughter could whisper a few more words, "Girls, be careful.
"Wu Jiamu's mother took in her daughter's expression just now and gave a vague warning to Ti Ti.
"I just work. What are you talking about? It's embarrassing." Wu Qianyu is as smart as ice and snow, how could she not understand what her mother said.
"Then he asked you to work for him."
"I'm willing to work for the rest of my life." Wu Qianyu blushed, but she didn't say these words.
Peng Bo stood in front of the alley door, but a bicycle slowly drove over. The woman on the bicycle saw the neighbor and smiled and said hello, but Peng Bo smiled. He stared at the woman on the bicycle and said, "You