Siheyuan: The strongest point adding system is bound at the beginning

Yan Jiecheng was still thinking about how to ask his father to borrow money in the evening.

The saying that no one knows a child better than his father is also true in reverse. A child may not see the strengths of his parents and may not have the opportunity to experience the hardships of his parents. But if you ask him about the shortcomings of his parents, he/she will definitely be able to tell you all the shortcomings for an hour without repeating himself/herself.

Besides, Yan Bugui was indeed fishing in Shichahai at this moment.

Nanluoguxiang is a really nice place, right behind the Forbidden City. When the Qing Dynasty was still in existence, the people living here were all dignitaries, royal relatives, and the like.

However, after the country was destroyed and the mountains and rivers were rebuilt, during a period of turmoil, the people who lived here were the first to move out. After that, these houses were sold at low prices and then split up. This led to the current situation where most of the houses are slums.

Speaking of good places, the land on the shore of Shichahai is not bad. Lord He's residence is right here. You should always trust Lord He's vision.

Today, Yan Bugui went fishing with Liu Pingan. The main purpose was to accompany Liu Pingan. Wherever Liu Pingan went, he would be by his side. Let alone whether he could take advantage of the fishing king's luck, even if he could secretly learn a few techniques, it would be enough for him to benefit from for the rest of his life.

But Liu Pingan has no fishing skills. Don't ask, the only thing he knows is to make a nest to death. He learned this trick when he was watching short videos before. No fishing master would sit down without making a nest first.

But who would fish in this day and age? You would be asking for trouble if you dare to waste food like this. It is neither illegal nor immoral, but no one dares to waste like this these days.

But to be honest, as G13, Liu Ping'an's site selection skills are not much worse than those masters. Why is Yan Bugui so active in following Liu Ping'an? It's true that he usually drinks a lot of soup.

Looking at the three or four fish swimming in the bucket, they are at least five or six pounds. If I sell them when I go home in the afternoon, I can earn at least two dollars. It is better to follow the master and have food to eat!

Humph, you bunch of country bumpkins in the courtyard, go eat your ass. As he said that, he took a big bite of the steamed bread he brought in the morning. By now, it had already become cold and hard. He could only drink the steamed bread and water at the same time to ensure that he would not choke to death.

As for Liu Ping'an, he didn't go back at this moment, but found a restaurant nearby to eat out.

As for why he didn't invite Yan Bugui to go with him? It was because the old man didn't accept his AA method and wanted to have a free meal like the old fairies who were dating now. Who could stand this?

So after that, when the two of them went out fishing together on Sundays, they tacitly stopped talking about eating out.

Yan Bugui was alone at the moment, chewing on a hard steamed bun, while Liu Ping'an was sitting by the window, drinking a glass of wine and eating a bite of food, watching Yan Bugui chewing on a steamed bun by the sea. It was a bit like a world famous painting.

This restaurant has a good reputation in Shichahai. It mainly serves Shandong cuisine, which tastes good. Liu Ping'an is a frequent customer here. Although this restaurant is not as famous as the Eight Buildings, its target customers are mostly middle- and high-end customers, commonly known as the rich.

Although it was past lunchtime, there was still a continuous stream of people going up and down the stairs. One could only say that there was never a shortage of people who knew how to enjoy life at any time.

Looking at their attire, most of them are wearing big leather shoes and Zhongshan suits. In this era, with this kind of attire, you can guess what these people are like without me having to say anything!

Most of them come with their families, so blatant, emmm. Thinking about myself sitting by the window and drinking, the consumption here is not very high. With their salary, occasionally, no, once a week, they can take their families to a restaurant, so there is no pressure.

But if it were Yan Bugui, who was chewing on the steamed bread in his hand by the Houhai Lake at this moment, he would never dare to have such an idea. He could not even think about it, otherwise he would easily lose control.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury. After enjoying a better life, no one would be willing to return to their dilapidated village. One of the main reasons why people don't travel far now is that the roads are not smooth, and the savings they have may only be enough for one trip.

Nowadays, if you take a hard seat on a train, you can get to any place you want in mainland China with a 500 yuan ticket.

It was not possible at that time. Even if you had money, you might not be able to buy a train ticket. You had to have a reason. Visiting relatives, working, traveling on business, going to school, of course, a letter of introduction was essential. This was your pass. There was no such thing as an ID card at that time. It only became popular in the 80s.

Liu Ping'an, who had eaten and drunk his fill, felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the third uncle eating steamed bread and drinking water. Unconsciously, he had become the "rich man with wine and meat" in Lu You's poems.

But what can he do? The world will not change because of you, but someone can, but it is not you. Just like He Yuzhu, who has gained his memory of the afterlife in his dream, he is still the Shazhu in everyone's heart.

The only thing I want to do is to make my life no longer a mess and no longer be exploited by others. Facing the torrent of the times, it is hard to say whether I can protect my father-in-law's family in a few years.

This problem has been bothering Sha Zhu, so when he was cooking for Li Huaide and the big boss behind him, he spared no effort to show off his cooking skills, just to make people say something good about him and his father-in-law's family when the wind blows.

As for whether it works or not, we will know when the time comes.

Seeing that half of the food was left, Liu Pingan called the waiter to help him pack it up. There was no soup, but some side dishes to go with wine, wrapped in oil paper, and the considerate waiter would take out a piece of twine to tie it up for you, or just wrap it up tightly for you to hold in your hand.

Plastic is a strategic resource now, and it has not yet been popularized among the people, let alone plastic bags. If you want to take away soup, you have to bring your own lunch box in advance.

The take-away service of this restaurant is the former. Several plates of leftovers are packed together and then tied with hemp rope for the convenience of customers to carry. Although it is troublesome, it is the waiters of the restaurant who are in trouble, and the customers who come to the restaurant to eat are comfortable. How many people can stand to make money?

Liu Ping'an naturally didn't like this little bit of leftovers. He planned to give it to Yan Bugui who was guarding the beach at the moment. I believe that the third uncle would definitely not mind. He didn't think it was a charity or humiliation from others. If someone likes to humiliate him like this, Yan Bugui hopes to be humiliated like this every day.

Liu Ping'an left the restaurant, still holding an oil-paper bag in his hand, and walked towards Houhai with a step that showed no regard for his relatives. He planned to improve the lunch of the third uncle today and show some care to this empty-nest elderly man in the future.

"Hey, I'm eating, Uncle."

Liu Ping'an's words did not seem to send Yan Bugui, who was swallowing a steamed bun, away. He coughed dryly for a long time, and then used the last bit of water in the kettle to swallow the steamed bun.

June is a hot season. This big bottle of water replenishes the moisture lost in the sun from morning to noon.

There was a stall selling herbal tea nearby, but they were all low-quality jasmine powder, the kind that just needed to be boiled in boiling water. A bowl cost one cent, and Yan Bugui was reluctant to buy one for himself.

"You kid, compensate me for the water." After recovering from his shock, Yan Bugui started to attack Liu Ping'an.

"Why am I accompanying you in the water? I haven't touched you even once today."

"I just saw you drink it all with my own eyes, not even a drop left." Liu Ping'an, who was confused by the question, retorted subconsciously.

"Humph, if you hadn't said that just now, I would have had quite a bit left to save for the steamed buns. Now it's all gone. You stay with me."

"Uncle San doesn't ask for much. Just get me a big bowl of herbal tea from the nearby stall. It's not much, just one cent. What do you think?"

"I don't think so."

"You young man, how come you don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young? This is the traditional virtue of our hospital..."

Yan Bugui wanted to continue preaching, but Liu Ping'an immediately brought the snacks wrapped in oil paper to Yan Bugui's mouth, which swung like a pendulum from time to time.

All the words that Yan Bugui was about to say turned into saliva, and then he swallowed them back.

"For me?" Yan Bugui asked tentatively in disbelief.

Looking at the grease oozing out, it must be fried before eating. Smelling the fragrance coming into his nose, Yan Bugui felt that he could eat the remaining steamed bread in his hand just by smelling it.

"Otherwise?"

"Do you want it or not? If not, I'll take it back!"

After saying that, Liu Ping'an turned around and walked towards his bicycle, insisting on being truthful and not being polite.

Seeing Liu Ping'an turning around, Yan Bugui hurriedly stood up and called him, constantly admitting his faults and at the same time praising Liu Ping'an for his generosity.

Really - the mouth is soft when you eat someone's food. What's more, it's something you haven't got yet? Saying a few nice words won't kill anyone, and I'm not the kind of scholar who won't bow down for a few pieces of silver.

If you don't pay for the food you eat, that's a good deal. How could I give up this opportunity? At the same time, I complained in my heart: "This young man really doesn't understand the ways of the world. Why doesn't he know how to be polite to your uncle?"