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

"Thank you, Uncle Liu. I'm not hungry now. Remember to try the shirt on. If it doesn't fit, tell me and I'll make it fit!"

Xia Qingqing declined. On the table were two bowls of rice porridge, a small dish of rose fermented bean curd, only one-third of a block, a small dish of mixed vegetables, ten at most, a fried dough stick split into two and cut into ten or so pieces, and a small dish of soy sauce.

The Liu family’s breakfast is soaked rice with fermented bean curd, fried dough sticks with soy sauce, a typical Shanghai breakfast.

But the portions were limited, and the entire table was not enough for Xia Qingqing to eat. She decided to go to the breakfast stall for a big meal.

"I told her not to make new clothes. I have plenty of clothes, but the old woman insisted on making new clothes. What a waste of money..."

Uncle Liu kept muttering to himself, his face full of pain. Aunt Liu picked up a fried dough stick and stuffed it into his mouth, and his mumbling stopped abruptly.

"Try it!"

Aunt Liu picked up the shirt and put it on him. Uncle Liu put it on obediently, then looked in the mirror, left and right, and even twisted his hips. The pain on his face quickly disappeared and he began to smile.

"Xiao Xia's tailoring skills are really good. It fits me well. How much is this dress?"

The more Uncle Liu looked at the new clothes, the more he liked them. Once he put on them, he felt a lot younger.

"Eight copper coins (meaning banknotes), hush, don't be surprised, Xiao Xia originally only wanted six dollars, it's not easy for a young girl, I said it's the same as others, Xiao Xia refused, and finally only took eight dollars, don't tell others about it, especially Lao Li, he's not reliable!"

Aunt Liu lowered her voice and warned, "Eight dollars for new clothes, and with such good craftsmanship, you're making a lot of money."

"I know, I know. I definitely won't tell anyone. Haha, this dress is really nice. Keep it and wear it when you go out for a drink in a few days!"

Uncle Liu couldn't close his mouth. The new clothes only cost eight dollars. It was a big bargain and a huge profit.

What made him happiest was that the new clothes made by that old man Li Shiren must be more expensive than his. Xiao Xia was really good and knew how to behave. He knew that he was better than Li Shiren.

Xia Qingqing heard everything at the door, and saw the joy on Uncle Liu's face through the half-open door. In fact, Uncle Liu liked to wear new clothes, but he was reluctant to spend money.

She smiled and went downstairs briskly. She met Uncle Li at the breakfast stall. He was also there for breakfast.

Uncle Li's son was transferred to work in Hangzhou. He gave birth to a little daughter one year before the family planning policy was implemented. Aunt Li went to Hangzhou to take care of her granddaughter. She stayed in Hangzhou at least 300 days a year. Uncle Li lived in Hangzhou for a month, but he couldn't stand it and went back to Shanghai.

He doesn't like living in other people's homes. Even if it's his own son's home, he feels uncomfortable and would rather live alone.

So Uncle Li buys food in the morning and cooks lunch and dinner. Sometimes, when he is too lazy to cook, he just goes to the restaurant to eat. Anyway, he has a high salary and always spends money lavishly, and never treats himself badly when it comes to food and drink.

"Uncle Li, your clothes are ready!"

Xia Qingqing handed two shirts to Uncle Li and asked, "When will Aunt Li come back?"

"I'll be back in a few days."

Grandpa Li smiles more often because his wife is coming back soon and will not leave until after the Dragon Boat Festival, so she can stay at home for nearly half a month.

Xia Qingqing chatted with him for a while, and then the proprietress came over with soy milk, and the same three things: a bowl of salty soy milk, six pot stickers, and four pan-fried steamed buns.

[Shengjian mantou is Shengjian bao]

Uncle Li’s breakfast was ready too, and he and Xia Qingqing sat at the same table to eat.

"Yang Hongbing has been sentenced to six years in prison. Have you heard about it?"

The people eating at the next table were gossiping quite loudly. They lived in the next alley. They looked familiar but I couldn't remember their names.

Xia Qingqing was sitting with her back to them. When she heard Yang Hongbing's name, she picked up a pot sticker with an expressionless face. She took a bite, and the delicious gravy splashed out. The skin was crispy and fragrant. The taste combined together was really delicious.

"I heard that Yang Hongbing is in his twenties now. He must be thirty now after serving six years in prison!"

"The Yang family is so unlucky. In less than two months, the family was destroyed and the only one left, Yang Hongbing, is a eunuch. Even if he is released, he will be a prisoner in prison reform and cannot find a job."

"It doesn't matter if you can't find a job. The Yang family has such a big house and several shops. The rent is enough to feed and drink. Why do we need to work?"

"You forgot, Yang Hongbing has a wife!"

"Oh, yes. I heard that his wife is a beauty. What a pity. Marrying a loser like Yang Hongbing is like being a widow!"

The men who were talking burst into laughter, and their laughter was very frivolous. Uncle Li frowned, put down his chopsticks, and prepared to teach these outspoken people a lesson.

"I heard that Yang Hongbing's beautiful wife is a jinx. Ever since she came into the family, the Yang family has been in trouble one after another. She has too much bad luck. You can't even look at this kind of beauty. Whoever touches her will be unlucky!"

"I'm not afraid. To die under the peony flowers is to be a romantic ghost!"

Several people laughed again, and their laughter became even more frivolous.

"You ate shit so early in the morning and went out? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Even dogs think you are ugly. How dare you come to our Ping An Village and talk nonsense? If you keep talking nonsense, I will throw a bowl of hot soy milk on your face!"

Uncle Li slammed the table, scolded loudly, and even pretended to throw the soy milk.

There were three men sitting at the next table, around 30 or 40 years old. Naturally they were not convinced when they were suddenly scolded, so they rolled up their sleeves and were ready to fight.

"Why do you still want to fight your grandfather? Come on, I've even fought with the Axe Gang, why would I be afraid of you little punks!"

Uncle Li suddenly became excited. He rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward. He really wanted to stretch his muscles.

[There was indeed an Axe Gang before liberation, and they were very patriotic. You can search on Baidu]

Seeing how excited he was, the three men felt that there was something wrong with his brain and couldn't help but get scared. What if he was a psychopath, and he was so old, and if he beat them up or crippled them, they would be at a great loss.

"We are civilized people, we won't fight with an old man like you!"

The three men exchanged glances, abandoned the rest of their breakfast, and fled.

"You useless thing, you only know how to talk shit. Even though I'm sixty years old, I can easily deal with you little bastards. One hand is enough!"

Uncle Li chased after him, put his hands on his hips and cursed loudly, with great momentum.

Xia Qingqing was very touched and quietly paid for Uncle Li's breakfast.

As for the three outspoken men, she also memorized their appearances and would find time to punish them in the future and teach them how to behave.

In fact, she had heard the rumors about her being a jinx a long time ago, but she didn't care.

Rumors are something that will do you no harm as long as you don't take them seriously.

"Xiao Xia, don't listen to their nonsense. The Yang family has done too many immoral things, so they are punished by law. It has nothing to do with you. Don't take it to heart!"

Uncle Li came back and sat down. He was afraid that Xia Qingqing was feeling upset, so he comforted her.

"I don't mind. Uncle Li, take your time eating. I'm done!"

Xia Qingqing smiled obediently, put the remaining two fried dumplings and two pot stickers into the lunch box, and went back.

"Xia is such a jerk. She paid the money without saying anything. Really!"

Uncle Li's voice came from behind, Xia Qingqing smiled slightly and walked more briskly.