Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 538 Chapter 530 Seven: Eating Noodles
Panshi Town is a big town, and the wharf dedicated to cargo transport does not stop the cargo ships berthing all day long.

Silk porcelain, tea and medicinal materials, have always been worry-free.

One of the best streets in Chongwenfang, there is a Jumbo Zhai in the center, with three floors and four open facades, inside there are all kinds of treasures and utensils.

Song Qiu didn't have any hobby of collecting antique porcelain. Generally speaking, these were ornaments for home, as decorations, so he just bought whatever he thought looked good and put it back home.

Song Qiu, who played with vases and porcelain, chose those that looked pleasing to the eye.

As for those jade wares that looked expensive, Song Qiu skipped them all.

The two guys followed behind and wrote down the things she wanted, and they would deliver them to her door later.

The house is empty and unattractive, just some decorations are worth looking at.

Song Qiu didn't pick too much, and the bill was still affordable.

Then I went to the woodcarving shop where Li Donggua had a stake, and picked out some woodcarving ornaments that looked okay.

Then I went to the grocery store and bought a lot of tableware, tea sets and so on.

This time around, it's already noon.

It's not too hot in early summer, but there are hawkers on the street who have seized the business opportunities in summer and started selling iced drinks.

Song Qiu looked at it, thinking that he could start making it in the tea shed.

This year, I need to add more ice creams. After all, the inn is open, and the weather is hot. If the meat is not kept in ice bars, it will stink before noon.

Thinking about going back to the grocery store, I added a few ordinary ice creams and asked the boss to deliver them to the door.

After coming out of the grocery store, there was a stall selling iced drinks at the entrance of the alley across the street. Song Qiu took A Ling and walked there, bought two bamboo tubes of sour plum soup and drank it while walking.

"Let's not go back to the shop for lunch, so let's eat bowl noodles?" Song Qiu said.

A Ling glanced back, nodded, and raised his voice, "Okay! I heard that the noodles at Laowang Noodle Restaurant at the entrance of Douwan Hutong are delicious, so let's go there!"

Douwan Hutong is not far away, in the alley behind Pingkangfang Market.

A big tree is facing the river, and the breeze blows by the river, carrying a fishy smell of water. Both walls are opened to form a window-like noodle shop, with a cloth banner hanging under the eaves, and the words "Lao Wang Noodle House" flutter in the wind.

The noodle shop is not big, there are only four tables inside.

The stoves are all set up outside the door, leaning against the river, huddled under the trees, and the noodles are steaming in the pot.

It can be seen that this noodle shop has been around for some time, the stove is dilapidated and crumbling, and the noodle owner is quite old, holding a pair of long chopsticks to pick up the noodles, his hands are still a little trembling.

"Two bowls of noodles!" Ah Ling yelled as he entered the door.

The noodle boss responded with a loud voice, and came in with a bowl of cooked noodles for the guests at the table next to the door.

The noodle bowl was panting on the table, and some soup had to be spilled when it was put down. The man was probably a regular customer, and he took the chopsticks from the chopstick holder with one hand, and said in his mouth: "I said, Lao Wang, you should hire a guy! You can still do the noodles, but if you serve this noodles, even if the soup spills, you might burn your own hands!"

Lao Wang smiled, looking naive, "Small business, I can't afford it, you see, I am old, and I can still cook noodles for a few years. I can earn a little right now. If I earn the coffin capital, I won't eat it." cooked."

The man heard it and said: "Old Wang, you just have a good temper. If I were you, my daughter-in-law took my son and ran away with others, and I would have to drag a kitchen knife to hack the door!"

Old Wang just laughed and didn't respond to this sentence.

The man continued, "I heard that your son is quite promising now, are you so cruel that you don't care about your age?"

Old Wang still smiled, "The noodles are lumpy, eat it while it's hot, I'll continue cooking the noodles."

Then he went out.

The man tut tut and shook his head, took his chopsticks and started to eat noodles.

Ah Ling drank the last sip of sour plum soup, put down the bamboo tube, looked at the man eating noodles and asked curiously: "We're back, what did you say first? It sounds like you still have a name."

That man was a scumbag just now, but now he was asked about it, but he shook his head and didn't say much.

On the other hand, 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. The mother-in-law took all the money and took her son and ran away with a peddler. She ran away for more than ten years." , There is no news, but his son came back two years ago, he was doing business, he looked like a man, he looked like he had some money, but unfortunately he just came back to take a look and then left."

"Look, his son doesn't look like him at all. I guess Lao Wang has become a tortoise bastard. Otherwise, why did the woman just run away with the shopkeeper?"

The man didn't say anything at all, but when he heard this, the old man said: "You must be careful that Lao Wang hears it."

The old man laughed: "Old Wang's ears are stagnant, 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 concubine in private, or else at this age, he is still cooking noodles with all his might." Well, you can’t earn money for that concubine!”

The old man nodded, "I've heard that too. It's said that Old Wang wants that concubine to give him a son. Otherwise, what's the deal? It's too old."

"Old Wang has been cooking noodles all his life, and it's bitter to be reluctant to eat or wear it!"

"In the noodle restaurants in this whole town, I can only eat the noodles cooked by Lao Wang. From Xiao Wang to Lao Wang, alas, I can't eat it for a few years!"

As the man said, he shook his head and got up, put a few copper plates 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, answered, and then tremblingly came in with cooked noodles.

Two bowls of noodles were served twice.

There are sour bamboo shoots and chopped green onion floating on the surface. Even though the soup is almost spilled and the surface looks a bit dry, the smell still does not affect the appetite.

Song Qiu took the chopsticks and turned the noodles, picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth, um, the taste was not bad.

Sure enough, it has been a noodle shop for decades.

I had heard of this noodle shop before, and I just came here today, and I was lucky to come here, otherwise it would be impossible, and I would not be able to eat such delicious noodles.

The man also quickly finished his meal, paid the bill and left. At this moment, only Song Qiu and Ah Ling were left in the noodle shop.

Lao Wang was slowly tidying up the stove, when a half-old woman with heavy make-up twisted her waist and said something to Lao Wang.

The sound is so small that you can't hear it in the noodle shop.

The woman left after saying that, and after a while, Lao Wang came in with two bowls of noodle soup.

With an amiable smile, "You two girls, the noodles are lumpy, drink a bowl of noodle soup to relieve the tiredness."

"Thank you, old man." Ah Ling raised his face and smiled.

Lao Wang sent the noodle soup and didn't go out, so he started to clear the table, while secretly staring at Song Qiu and the others.

Ah Ling put the soup in his hand, and then moved it away.

Lao Wang was anxious, and said with a smile, "The girl is not used to drinking noodle soup? The little old man, pour me two bowls of water?"

"No, no, I'll just drink it!"

Ah Ling smiled, took the noodle bowl, took a sip under Lao Wang's gaze, and then winked at Song Qiu.

Those eyes said: This is the old king.

Song Qiu smiled, and took a sip from the noodle soup bowl.

(End of this chapter)