[Comprehensive martial arts] I heard that you want to draw cards

Wang Fugui and his wife have been selling wontons for 30 years. Among other things, as far as wontons are concerned, he can puff up his chest and say that his wontons are the best wontons in this area.

Who here has not eaten his wonton?Even the young master of the Li family, who won Tanhua this year, ate their wontons when he was a child!

30 years is enough to make one thing from unfamiliar to proficient, and even to the extreme.

Wang Fugui's wonton shop is the only one in this area. There was a guy who didn't have a good eye trying to open another one nearby to steal his business. In the end, whichever one didn't fail bitterly, and no one tried to do such a thing since then.

With the accumulation of selling wontons, Wang Fugui even bought a small house in the city. Although it is very crowded for a family of six or seven people, it is also something that makes him proud.

Therefore, Wang Fugui, who is barely called a craftsman, thinks that he has never seen such a big storm, and his mentality is very calm.

Unexpectedly, today, he encountered something that made him unbelievable.

Wang Fugui's eyes were fixed on the wontons in the pot.When raw wonton meets hot water, it will float and roll in a short time. The timing of the fire is very important. If the time is short, the dough will be pus off and the taste will be greatly reduced.

One pot after another, Wang Fugui had quick eyesight and quick hands, and his movements were quick.

"Father! Add a bowl of wontons!"

The youngest daughter's sudden loud cry made his hands tremble, almost disrupting his rhythm.

When the pot was out of the pot, Wang Fugui took a distracted look at the stinky girl, picked up three bowls of wontons, and gave them to the newly seated guests.

After sending it to the last person, Wang Fugui looked up at the guest.

Obediently!Which family's little boy is this?How come she looks better than Li Tanhua?This little boy is not reciting poems in the restaurant to make trouble, so come to him to have fun?

Although Wang Fugui was surprised, but as a person who stepped into the coffin with half a leg, he naturally wouldn't panic like Xiaodie, and he quickly stabilized his mind.Putting the wontons firmly in front of the young master, and seeing the young master smile back at him, Wang Fugui went back to the cooking pot.

Such a personable and handsome young master, once noticed, it is naturally impossible to ignore him.Occasionally, Wang Fugui couldn't help taking a few glances. The more he looked, the more he felt that the young man was young, but his eyes were full of compassion and kindness, just like a kind-hearted Bodhisattva enshrined in a temple.

Children from rich families are different. They eat in such a dilapidated and shabby place like him, and their bodies are as strong as when they were studying. They are much more refined and delicate than Xiaodie's family.

Thinking of this, Wang Fugui glanced at the daughter of the family, and as expected, that girl was secretly looking at the young master with a blushing face!

Wang Fugui sighed.

The young master finished a bowl of wontons slowly, and the table next to him had already changed three tables of guests.

There were few people during this time period, perhaps because the young master's temperament was extremely inconsistent with this place, no one chose to sit at the same table with him.

There were only five guests left, Wang Fugui calculated that it was almost time, so he stopped putting wontons in the pot and prepared to pack up and go home.At this moment, this handsome and elegant young man walked up to him, without any disgust on his face, but with a nice smile on his face, he asked, "Boss, may I have a business deal with you?"

Wang Fugui stopped what he was doing with disbelief on his face.

What?Talk about business?with him?

Smiling and thanking the boss who brought the wontons, Liang Sanyuan didn't eat it right away, but took a closer look at the bowl of food.

The wonton skin is thin and filled, and the pink filling can be seen through the translucent skin.In the sturdy porcelain bowl, which was bigger than his face, there was a large bowl stuffed full.The top is sprinkled with chopped green onion, which adds a touch of bright color to this slightly thin color, which is extremely attractive.

Liang Sanyuan picked up the vinegar on the table and poured it into the bowl, and stirred it gently with a spoon. The aromas of noodles, meat, green onion, vinegar and steam in the wontons mixed together and went straight to people's noses. Drill away.

Not in a hurry to eat wontons, Liang Sanyuan scooped up a spoonful of soup first, put it on his lips and blew it gently, and waited for the boiling soup to cool down before savoring it carefully.

This soup looks transparent and tasteless, very bland, but it tastes very fresh.

After drinking three or four spoonfuls of soup, Liang Sanyuan scooped up a wonton.The wontons are not too big and not too small, just enough for one bite.It was still blowing cool before putting it into the mouth, Liang Sanyuan bit it lightly, and the delicious taste of the wonton filling immediately permeated the whole mouth.

Since ancient times, the masters are among the folks. This saying is true at all. Who would have thought that such a small bowl of wontons by the roadside could be so delicious?

I finished a bowl of wontons without any hassle, without even leaving the soup.Liang Sanyuan turned his head and suddenly came up with a way.

After placing the bowl on the table, Liang Sanyuan walked up to the boss, and first smiled, trying to make himself appear friendly, after all, he would not hit the smiling person with his hand.He asked seriously: "Boss, may I have a business deal with you?"

Hearing this, Wang Fugui was surprised at first, and then boundless anger welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Do business with a humble wonton stand like him?This little boy is playing with him? !

No one is indifferent to the awareness that he is being entertained as a joke.Even though Liang Sanyuan seemed to have a lot of status, Wang Fugui couldn't bear it. He put down the big spoon, and a stream of swear words had gathered in his throat. When he raised his head, he saw Liang Sanyuan's smiling and serious expression. face.

Wang Fugui was taken aback.

Could it be that this young master is serious?

Seeing that the boss didn't respond, Liang Sanyuan was a little at a loss. He lived in an ivory tower before crossing. Apart from dealing with the system, he had never done business with anyone, so he didn't know the steps.

Trying to recall his actions, Liang Sanyuan found the root cause: he hasn't paid for the meal yet!

In his mind, he exchanged a silver coin for silver from the system, Liang Sanyuan stretched his hand into his sleeve and made a gesture of withdrawing money, and when he took it out again, there was already a tael of silver in his hand.

Before Wang Fugui could think about the truth and falsehood of the young master's words, he saw that the latter handed him the money for the meal.

"I almost forgot, the boss will give me the meal money."

Wang Fugui didn't take it, but shook his hand instead: "Master, it's too big, I can't find it."

Whoever came here to eat didn't hand over two copper coins directly, and there was no such thing as silver in the money collection box.Besides, even if he could find it, the picture of the young man holding hundreds of copper plates was so beautiful that he didn't dare to look at it.

Liang Sanyuan was a little embarrassed: "Sorry..."

But this is already the minimum amount that the system can give.

It's just a bowl of wontons, Wang Fugui doesn't care, he waved his hand: "Forget it, just treat it as my invitation to the young master."

Although Liang Sanyuan is poor, he is still a person who owns real estate in ancient times.

The owner and wife of the wonton stall had neat clothes but a lot of patches on them, and the little girl's clothes didn't fit very well. This family is not rich, so he has the nerve to take advantage of others.

Seeing the whole family packing up their things, Liang Sanyuan realized that it was time to close the stall.

Seeing that the boss didn't take what he just said about cooperation seriously, Liang Sanyuan decided to speak with facts.He pointed to the inn not far away: "Boss, that's my inn. If you are free, can you talk about cooperation later?"

Seeing the inn that Liang Sanyuan pointed to, Wang Fugui's expression was half-believed.He knew that inn had a good location and usually had a good business. He heard that the boss transferred the store when he returned home. It seemed that the buyer was the young master and his family.

To be able to buy such an inn, although I don't know the details, but the financial resources should be good, there is no need to lie to myself.

Wang Fugui asked: "Is it true that your parents want to cooperate?"

Liang Sanyuan found out that the boss had misunderstood, but it was inconvenient to explain now, so he nodded yes.

Wang Fugui hesitated again: "I don't know the young master's name?"

Only then did Liang Sanyuan realize that he hadn't told her name yet.He quickly replied: "I'm in Xialiang Sanyuan, I don't know the boss's name?"

Wang Fugui replied, "My name is Wang Fugui."

The name is a bit tacky, but it is also a good name that carries the earnest wishes of the parents.

Liang Sanyuan smiled and said, "It turns out to be Uncle Wang, who has admired his name for a long time."

Wang Fugui didn't dare to accept this "uncle", and quickly refused: "Young Master Liang can call me Old Wang."

For the strict class order in ancient times, Liang Sanyuan from the 21st century is naturally not so taboo. After all, the concept of "everyone is equal" has grown from childhood.

"You are an elder, I should call you uncle." Liang Sanyuan shook his head, his tone was gentle but firm, "Just call me Xiaoliang."

How could Wang Fugui answer, people called him like this to give him face, but if he really took it seriously, he would be ignorant.But even so, he had some confidence in his heart.Looking at Liang Sanyuan's cultivated moral character, he must have come from a kind family.Even if the business cannot be negotiated for a while, I should be fine.

The two agreed that Wang Fugui, his wife and children would bring the things home first, and then go to the inn to talk about things.

The two parted, and Liang Sanyuan returned to the inn, but stopped and stopped along the way, and went in to shop at interesting shops as he passed by.

Liang Sanyuan went to the first floor of the inn, because there was no one to take care of it for a few days, and the tables and stools were covered with a layer of dust. It was too disrespectful to talk to people like this, so he found a basin of water and a rag, Wipe down a small square table in the corner with matching stools.

Cleaning up the whole house was too much work, Liang Sanyuan didn't continue to clean up, and the rest waited for someone to be recruited.

He washed his hands with water from the well in the backyard. After thinking for a while, he bought a pot of Biluochun from the system store.Then I sat on the stool and thought about what else I needed.

At this moment, he heard a knock on the door, accompanied by the self-introduction of the knocker: "Mr. Liang, it's me, Wang Fugui."

The door was not closed tightly, but in order not to let others misunderstand that it was open for business, Liang Sanyuan only opened a small gap. He stepped forward to open the door and welcomed people in: "Uncle Wang, come, please sit down."

Wang Fugui and Liang Sanyuan sat opposite each other across a small square table.

Wang Fugui looked around from the corner of his eye. This inn was not cheap, and he had never been in it.Although no one is there now, the quality and workmanship of the table and chair decorations are not good.but……

He hesitated and said, "Young Master Liang, are the elders in your family?"

Liang Sanyuan paused while pouring the tea, his gaze moved down slightly, and continued to pour the tea until it was [-]% full, then handed the teacup to Wang Fugui, seeing him take it, he said: "I am the only one left at home, I am the inn boss."

Holding the exquisite teacup, Wang Fugui froze in place, neither drinking nor not: "This..."

Liang Sanyuan showed a bit of apology: "I'm sorry, I was afraid that you would think that I was young and didn't want to cooperate with me, so I didn't explain clearly. I'm really sorry."

When he learned that Liang Sanyuan was the shopkeeper of this inn, Wang Fugui was indeed a little apprehensive, but after thinking about it, they said that their poor children were already in charge of the family, and the situation should be the same when Liang Sanyuan was alone. The young master looks much calmer than his peers, and he must have suffered a lot.

Bringing Liang Sanyuan into his second son, who was about the same age as him, Wang Fugui's attitude became more gentle and loving unconsciously. He sighed and asked, "What does Mr. Liang want to talk to me about?"

Seeing that Wang Fugui didn't mean to blame, Liang Sanyuan felt relieved and said with a smile: "I see that your wontons are really delicious, so I want to invite you to the inn as a cook."

Hearing this, Wang Fugui frowned.

Every chef has his own specialty, and it will never be passed on.

Wang Fugui understood Liang Sanyuan's helplessness. The young master had just arrived and seemed to have no connections, so he couldn't invite those high-profile chefs.But his skill of making wontons is to be passed on to his son, and he still hopes that his son can rent a store in his lifetime. What's the matter with working in someone else's inn?

Secondly, from a moral point of view, although he, Wang Fugui, can't be called a chivalrous and righteous man, he has a good friendship with the villagers around him and is taken care of by them. What will he eat when he leaves?

What's more, he can make ravioli with excellent color and taste. How can he take on such a big task in such a big inn?

Liang San wished to see Wang Fugui silent for a long time, only to realize that he might disagree with what he said just now. He hurriedly explained: "It's not that you are here all day, Uncle Wang, but I want you to come here after the morning. If the conditions Allowed, you can put the wrapped raw wontons here, and we can cook them ourselves."

Seeing that Wang Fugui's expression was not as angry and embarrassed as before, Liang San wished to make persistent efforts and continued to persuade: "I know you must be reluctant to run the business for decades, but you work hard every day, so let me take advantage of it, and I will give you two dollars a month." Two silver, if it sells well, I will pay more."

Wang Fugui's heart skipped a beat.He woke up before dawn every day and worked desperately for a month to earn three taels of silver. Besides, his wife weaved and washed clothes for others in her spare time, and he also took time to do handicrafts, so he earned very little.But if he just came here every day to continue wrapping wontons, he would have two or two taels of silver to take, which means he has made a lot of money.

Besides, my daughter-in-law is not in good health recently, and her hands are red and swollen when washing clothes in cold water in cold weather, which is much easier than washing clothes.

With such a total, Wang Fugui signed a one-year contract with Liang Sanyuan, and Liang Sanyuan paid half of the money directly.

Holding the contract in one hand and the gold in the other, Wang Fugui felt like he was in a dream.

This is a piece of gold!

With so much money all at once, Wang Fugui couldn't help but feel a little ecstatic.Liang Sanyuan didn't bother, he understood that when he saw Yimulian yesterday, he also felt that he was about to ascend to heaven.

Liang Sanyuan sipped the good tea in the cup carefully, and gave Wang Fugui enough time to buffer.

After a while, Wang Fugui calmed down, and he realized that he seemed to be overly excited, and he was quite embarrassed, but seeing Liang Sanyuan still smiling like a spring breeze, the awkward mood faded away.

Seeing that the little boss is so generous, and Wang Fugui repays kindness and is careful, he thought that Liang Sanyuan had just come here and was unfamiliar with the place, so he must be quite unfamiliar with the situation here.There is a saying that "the county magistrate is not as good as the current one." Although Wang Fugui is not a big shot, he has lived here all his life and is very familiar with the situation here.

Although their small town is not poor, it is not rich enough. Most of the people barely feed their families. Those who are capable are not only rich businessmen, but also the government. However, ordinary people are unwilling to deal with the government. They do small business.

Wang Fugui gave Liang Sanyuan a detailed account of the basic situation of the city. He went up to government officials, wealthy businessmen and big businessmen, and went down to the gambling stalls and vegetable stalls on the street.

Liang Sanyuan listened carefully. He could buy these news in the system mall, but not only did he need to spend extra money, but there was no one who could speak the rigid words pleasantly.Seeing Wang Fugui stop, he filled the cup with tea and gently pushed it in front of Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui drank the tea in one gulp. Tea is good tea, but in the eyes of an old man like him, quenching his thirst is the most important thing.He shifted his gaze slightly, and seeing the little boss still smiling, he picked up the teapot and refilled him with tea.

Even though he knew that he was just a small person, Wang Fugui was still a little moved by being treated with sincerity.After telling Liang Sanyuan everything he knew, Wang Fugui felt that it was time to leave. He wanted to leave, but when he glanced at a small lush potted plant, he was shocked. How could he forget someone!

So he added: "There is a small building at the end of this street called Baihualou. The owner of Baihualou, Mr. Hua, has moved to this street for a few months. He is knowledgeable and kind. If Mr. Liang encounters difficulties and needs Help, the dude is supposed to help."

Liang Sanyuan nodded to indicate that he had written it down.

When the two talked about noon, Liang Sanyuan asked Wang Fugui to have a meal next door, but the latter declined, saying that his family was waiting.He didn't stay any longer and sent people to the door.

Seeing Wang Fugui's back gradually going away, Liang Sanyuan stroked his chin and thought quietly.

Baihualou?Playboy?Why does it feel so familiar?