The four people in the building were silent after Sister Cui made that decision. Although they all felt that something was wrong, they could not find any reason to argue. Although Mother Sun and Father Yan were all doing their own jobs,
But after all, the real talker in this building is Sister Cui.
There are many brothels in Rouge Alley with a fastidious madam. It is often the old courtesan who has retired and is now at home in the entertainment industry. The prostitution industry is no better than other businesses, and these are the only tricks to avoid many taboos.
Women know that a charming courtesan can be trained, but a well-rounded madam is really rare.
Appropriately speaking, both Wei Changpan and Sun's mother and Yan's father are dispensable characters in this building. Without Sister Cui, it will be difficult for this building to continue to operate in dismal conditions for three months.
"Let's break up, let's break up. It's getting late, so go back to bed early. Tomorrow, Lao Yan's lecture will be omitted. I can just play the pipa with two hands and fool around. No one in the audience is here to listen to the pipa."
Sister Cui, who was getting tired, yawned, picked up the oil lamp on the table and moved upstairs. The only light in the hall on this floor was taken away, and the huge place suddenly became dark.
Following Sister Cui, who was not walking very fast, she went up to the second floor and returned to the house.
No one goes to sleep early tonight.
Wuhang City is definitely not like Qingshan Town where you can get up from your bed and go to the ground after listening to three crows of chickens. There is no place to raise chickens in the city. When Wei Changpan gets up early every day, he can only look at the earliest chickens coming through the window.
Use the ray of light to judge the time. If it happens to be a cloudy and rainy day, you can only hope for good luck. Don't sleep until Sister Cui gets up and lifts the quilt. Then you will inevitably have to twist your waist hard twice. Although a martial artist has a strong body
The exercise has made me strong, but my skin and flesh are still more sensitive than before I started practicing martial arts.
He poked his head half out of the warm quilt and glanced at the window pane. It was still dark with no light at all. He figured it was still early and he might as well go back and take a nap, so Wei Changpan retreated into the quilt.
The whistling wind in winter made a harsh and sharp sound. It was easy to wake up, but it was difficult to fall asleep again. Even if he covered his ears with a thick quilt, he could still hear the roaring wind in the streets. He looked at it in confusion.
I stood up in the warmth, but my body still resisted.
At this time, the window panes were only a little white, and since it was winter morning, it must have been quite early. However, since Wei Changpan was up, he could
There is no reason to go back again.
Thinking that he had only slept for more than two hours, Wei Changpan yawned, put on his cotton-padded jacket, and opened the door. He saw that the doors of Father Yan and Sister Cui were still closed, and the former's sweet snoring could be heard coming from the room.
Some of the worries disappeared.
He put his hands in his sleeves and went downstairs. There was no life on the first floor, and it was not much warmer than outside. The bench and chair that were turned up last night were still lying on the table.
In this building, Wei Changpan has to be the first one to get up every day. He must first turn down the chairs and stools on the table and wipe them all over again. He must go back and forth three or two times to fill the water tank in the building before going to the kitchen.
When the charcoal fire was lit, the room was as cold as an ice cellar, and no guests were willing to stay for long.
By the time he lit three stoves on the first floor, it was almost time for Mother Sun to come down and make breakfast in the kitchen. Everything was ready. At this time, Wei Changpan opened the door and opened the door to welcome guests.
Good morning.
Wei Changpan went downstairs and was about to go to the corner to get the bucket and pole when he suddenly smelled a burning smell, which came from the kitchen. He hurriedly opened the curtain and saw Mother Sun.
The fire was burning under the stove, and porridge was cooking in the pot. The water had already dried up, and since it had not been stirred for a long time, the so-called porridge had turned into a ball of burnt smelly stuff. However, Mother Sun still seemed not to notice.
Adding firewood to the stove without expression.
"The porridge is mushy, it's mushy, don't add more firewood." Wei Changpan, who was coughing and crying due to the strong smoke in the house, shouted to Sun's mother. The latter seemed to wake up from a dream, still holding a root in his hand.
He was about to stuff the firewood into the stove, but he just froze and looked up at him.
Seeing that Sun's mother still had no intention of moving, Wei Changpan hurriedly pulled her out of the smoky fire where she had been staying for an unknown period of time, then turned around and went in, fetching two ladles of water from the water tank to extinguish the fire in the stove.
, and then came out breathing heavily.
He looked at Mother Sun. This woman who was always too busy to stop seemed to have aged and slowed down overnight. She seemed to have just come back to her senses now, and her chapped lips were trembling:
"I kept looking at the fire and simmered it all night...how could it be burnt...how could it be..."
"I've been cooking porridge all night, can it keep it from getting burnt?" Wei Changpan smiled bitterly. Seeing that the smoke in the kitchen had dissipated a little, he went back in to take a look. When he came out, he wrapped his hands with two rags soaked in water.
give that
When the pot was brought out, the bottom of the pot was full of burnt black lumps. It took a lot of effort to shovel out a small piece with a knife. I'm afraid it won't be able to be washed for a while. Well, it seems that I didn't have any breakfast today.
Gotta eat.
Ignoring the burnt pot, Wei Changpan pinched his nose and smiled bitterly. He looked at Mama Sun who was muttering as if she had lost her soul and asked tentatively: "You didn't sleep all night, did you?"
He nodded his head imperceptibly up and down, held his forehead, and did not complain even if it was excessive. Instead, he took the pot that had lost its original appearance to the Longpu River and gave it a good scrubbing.
There was a knocking sound on the door from outside the hall, as if Mother Sun had suddenly woken up, she rushed up to move the door panel to open the door, but was stopped by Wei Changpan. At this time, there were no pots in the building, so how could she go make breakfast for the guests.
He winked hard at Sun's mother, who was blocking her with his arm, and apologized to the increasingly impatient knocks on the door: "Something happened. Please go elsewhere for breakfast tonight. I'm really sorry."
The knocking on the door finally stopped, and then the door panel made a loud sound, as if someone had kicked it hard.
The cursing voices gradually faded away, and Wei Changpan breathed a sigh of relief. The rules set by Sister Cui were that no matter how unreasonable the guests were in the building, they still had to greet them with a smile and open the door to do business. Even if they were evil guests, they had to swallow their anger.
You have served others well.
Sister Cui's building is not one of those big brothels in Rouge Lane that have the background of big shots in Wuhang City and cannot afford to offend anyone.
"The porridge is mushy, and there are noodles, dumplings, and pancakes..." Mother Sun shouted, trying to call back the bad-tempered guest who had wandered off to nowhere.
"The pot is burnt, how can we make those things?" Wei Changpan was also a little anxious.
The voices of Father Yan and Sister Cui came from the second floor. They were obviously coming downstairs in a hurry after smelling the porridge.
Mother Sun looked at the porridge cooked after a sleepless night and said nothing.