Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

Xia Qingqing and Shen Qiubai arrived in Beijing on the afternoon of the 26th. They took more than ten rolls of film along the way. Two-thirds of them were photos of Xia Qingqing, some were landscape photos, and the rest were group photos of the two of them, which were taken with the help of other people.

"I have to make a phone call. I don't know what's going on with the store."

As soon as she entered the city, Xia Qingqing looked for a telephone booth. Although she had great confidence in Zhuang Hongye, she still wanted to know about the performance.

"Don't worry, park the car first before getting off."

Shen Qiubai held her hand, and the car didn't even stop.

Xia Qingqing stuck out her tongue. Her lively and playful appearance made Shen Qiubai a little dazed, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"I will be right back!"

After the car stopped, Xia Qingqing jumped out briskly and ran towards the phone booth. Her high ponytail swung lively. The girl's back was graceful and charming, like a vivid and beautiful painting.

Shen Qiubai watched quietly, with the corners of his mouth rising more and more, because he suddenly discovered that the current Xia Qingqing was more lively and beautiful than the Xia Qingqing in his dreams.

Xia Qingqing in the dream was like a beautiful flower. He watched her wither and die, powerless to do anything.

Now Xia Qingqing is becoming more and more lively and beautiful day by day. He likes Xia Qingqing like this and hopes that she can always be so lively and beautiful.

After a few minutes, Xia Qingqing ran back happily. She was wearing a white wide-necked sweater and a colorful long skirt with a wide hem. When she ran, her skirt fluttered, like a sunflower blooming in the sun. She was so beautiful.

Shen Qiubai got out of the car, leaned against the door, and smiled at the girl running towards him.

Just like the green pines on the mountains, welcoming the returning colorful clouds, passers-by can't help but stop and smile knowingly.

"Do you know how much it sold for yesterday?"

Xia Qingqing rushed over with a smile in her eyes. She was so happy that the sales volume far exceeded her expectations.

"How much did you sell?"

Shen Qiubai caught her. She ran too fast. If he hadn't caught her, she would have crashed into the car.

"Yesterday's turnover was 9,800. Today, there are even more people. Hongye said that before the store even opened, there were already a lot of people crowding in front of the door. It was so crowded that they were overwhelmed. So far, the turnover has reached 5,800. Hongye said that today's turnover will definitely exceed 10,000..."

Xia Qingqing chattered about her happiness, and Shen Qiubai listened quietly. He only had her in his eyes. The people and scenery around them were all out of his sight.

"That's amazing! You will be the main breadwinner of the family from now on!"

Shen Qiubai joked.

"Even if I earn more, you still have to hand over your future wages. Don't worry, your pocket money won't be less!"

Xia Qingqing glared, but the corners of her mouth turned up to reveal her pride.

Shen Qiubai probably won't start a company in this life. He likes the army, and she will definitely support him.

"Okay, listen to you!"

Shen Qiubai's eyes and eyebrows were as gentle as spring water. He liked Xia Qingqing who was lively and happy now.

"Let's go and eat."

Shen Qiubai looked at the time, it was already 11:, so he went out to eat before going home.

"Aren't you going home to eat?"

Xia Qingqing bent down to get in the car. Shen Qiubai put his hand on the roof to prevent her from hitting her head. After she sat down, he closed the door and went to the other side to get in.

There were young couples and lovers passing by, and when they saw this scene, the girls couldn't help but glare at the men next to them, feeling jealous.

"Look at how considerate their partner is, good-looking, drives a car, and is so considerate. And then look at you, you're ugly, ride a broken bicycle, and you didn't even help when the soy sauce bottle fell over!"

The scolded man glared at Shen Qiubai angrily, but was bewitched by Xia Qingqing.

Be nice!

Could this be a fairy descending to earth?

After the car drove away, the men reluctantly turned their gaze back to their wives who were still mumbling, and suddenly they felt a sense of loss from heaven to hell.

Ugh!

Life is not only about fairies and distant places, but also the tigress in front of you!

Shen Qiubai drove around the city, looking for the restaurant he often ate at.

"In the future, we can eat out instead of going home."

Shen Qiubai warned his wife very seriously.

"why?"

"Because my mother's cooking has no color, fragrance or taste, but it has only one advantage, it is cooked thoroughly and the high temperature definitely kills the virus!"

Shen Qiubai told the joke seriously.

Xia Qingqing couldn't help laughing, a little skeptical, "Not really, aren't you exaggerating?"

"It's not an exaggeration at all. My dad tolerates my mom so much, but he can't stand her cooking. Usually, my aunt cooks. When she's not around, he goes to her friend's house to cook. He says he's worried that my mom will be too tired, but my mom is so happy about it."

Shen Qiubai complained about his parents without any hesitation, saying that his father was an old fox who always fooled his mother around.

"Then how did you live before?" Xia Qingqing asked curiously.

"I'm going to eat at Chen's house. Aunt Chen's cooking is delicious."

During the years Shen Qiubai was in the capital, he basically lived and ate at the Chen family, spending more time than at his own home.

Another person who also shamelessly stayed in the Chen family was Si Jinyi. Si Jinyi's mother's cooking was also terrible, and she was particularly creative in developing new recipes. After the recipes were ready, she would let the family members taste them. As a result, the whole family was almost driven into anorexia.

Shen Qiubai talked about his childhood and Xia Qingqing laughed until tears came out.

"What about tonight?"

Xia Qingqing was a little worried. She couldn't eat out every day, right?

"My three sisters-in-law will come over in the evening. They cook delicious meals. My mother is only diligent on the first day. She cooks four meals a year at most: New Year's Eve, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival."

Shen Qiubai parked the car in a quiet alley.

The alley is very wide, with bluestone slabs on the ground and thick ancient walls on both sides, giving it a heavy feeling of history.

“Although hutongs and lanes are both alleys, they feel very different and have completely different temperaments.”

This was Xia Qingqing's first time in Beijing, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The capital is majestic and heavy, while Shanghai is fashionable and petty bourgeois, which are qualitatively different.

“The hutongs are wide, the alleys are narrow, but they are the same.”

Shen Qiubai closed the car door and took Xia Qingqing into a restaurant. The storefront was not big and there was no formal signboard. The steaming stove at the door indicated that this was a restaurant.

"Two bowls of mutton soup and ten beef patties!"

Shen Qiubai ordered the dishes with ease.

"Hold on!"

The chef was an honest-looking man, about thirty years old. When he heard Shen Qiubai order the dishes, he knew that he was a regular customer, and said with a smile: "Young man, you look a little unfamiliar. How long have you not eaten here?"

"It's been many years. I used to eat here when I was a kid."

Shen Qiubai's tone was full of nostalgia. Before the accident at home, he and Chen Yingjun, Si Jinyi and others would save up some pocket money and come here to eat mutton soup and beef patties.

"You had just married at that time, and your old man was very generous and always asked us to refill the soup. Where was the old man?"

As soon as Shen Qiubai said this, the man grinned, "My father is retired. He practices Tai Chi in the park in the morning, walks his birds after breakfast, sleeps for an hour after lunch, and then goes out to play chess with others. He lives a comfortable life!"

"What a blessing, old man!"

Shen Qiubai praised with a smile.

The man laughed even more happily, and the result was that he brought two bowls of mutton offal soup, which were all made of real mutton offal, and one bowl was equivalent to two bowls of others.

"Beijing people are generous. This bowl of soup would be served with at least three bowls in Shanghai."

Xia Qingqing couldn't help but sigh. She thought this bowl was a standard dish in Beijing restaurants, but she didn't know that the chef had made a special dish.

"Your man has a lot of face, can you finish it?"

Shen Qiubai chuckled. He and the chef didn't chat for nothing.