I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Let's not talk about what will happen after half a month. Su Yao's headache now is that he has to go out with two cultural people who don't get along with each other.

After sleeping until she woke up naturally, Su Yao pulled up the quilt to cover her face, not wanting to open her eyes.

I was stunned for a while, and suddenly I heard a knock on the door: "Is Boss Su up?"

Fu Gezi.

Su Yao didn't even think about it.

But the sky is already bright, I'm afraid that children like Ah Yan will wake up.

Su Yao couldn't hide, so she lifted the quilt and cleared her throat: "Mr. Fu, what's the matter?"

"It's all right. Come and ask Boss Su to wake up, go to bed early and get up early, and develop a regular schedule, which is good for your body."

Fu Gezi's voice was particularly clear in the morning wind.

Su Yao covered her head.

When I went to press for manuscripts, didn't the big pigeons still sleep until the sun was up?

Why did you move here, walk a hundred steps after meals, go to bed early and get up early, and suddenly turned on the health-preserving mode?

Besides, it’s nothing more than a meal yesterday, why is there still a morning call service today?

You don't have to be so polite.

I am not confiscating your money.

Su Yao was bored for a while, but she knew that no matter how much she procrastinated, she had to go to this tailor's shop today.

He got up slowly and tidied up, only to find that Fu Gezi hadn't left.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Fu Gezi's tall back.

The flowers and trees in Suyao courtyard are lush and lush, and the early summer morning is already a little warm. The soft wind and clear sun scattered in the small courtyard, setting off the fragrance of flowers and plants.

How should I put it, seeing Fu Gezi early in the morning was quite eye-catching.

The birds were chirping, Fu Ling turned his head and looked at Su Yao: "Boss Su slept well last night?"

Did sleep well.

The seasons of late spring and early summer are the most sleep aids.

Su Yao smiled gently: "It's okay. Mr. Fu just moved here, but are you still used to it?"

habit.

How can I not get used to sleeping in the same yard with you.

Fu Ling smiled: "Boss Su's house is quiet, I slept well."

Su Yao followed suit with him, but suddenly realized that Fu Gezi was very different today.

She seems to be dressed with care.

The hair is also very careful.

It is also very careful to wear.

Seeing Su Yao's eyes on him, Fu Ling raised his eyebrows slightly: "Does it look good?"

Good looking is good looking...

Su Yao's eyes were dazzled by the smile in his eyes, and his heart trembled again.

This Fu Gezi's appearance and demeanor, if you want to deliberately dress up and go out to deceive the little girl, you can really deceive everyone.

Su Yao sighed again and again for a while, and only smiled at Fu Ling: "It's pretty."

He asked again, "Why is Mr. Fu dressed like this today?"

Fu Ling smiled: "I'm going to go to the street with Boss Su today, if I don't pack up..."

Fu Ling paused: "Then I will be compared to Boss Su."

Su Yao is always a little embarrassed to be praised face to face.

He couldn't help but feel a little hot, and he breathed a sigh of relief: I thought you were dressed up to show off to thank Master.

Fu Xiang is indeed going to fight his rival in love.

But these few people fought openly and secretly, but they all agreed by coincidence, and they didn't show their minds to Bai Cai.

At that time, whoever wins will confess.

The loser withdraws silently, leaving no trace behind.

Fu Xiang is sure to win.

In the matter of buying clothes, no matter how you choose and choose in the end, it will fall on the face of the eye.

What if you lose your momentum when you come up.

Su Yao didn't know the fighting spirit of Fu Ling and others.

Su Yao only cared about how to eat at noon.

Every time he, Fu Gezi, and another friend made a table together, Su Yao couldn't eat.

Talking about the contract with Xu Ze is like this, a table of refreshments remains unchanged;

It was the same with Bai Min in the academy, Su Yao only had two mouthfuls of lunch in the dining hall;

This time with Xie Lang, probably not much better.

After thinking about it, Su Yao simply sent Cheng An to pass a message to Xie Lang: It's not good to eat outside, so go out after lunch.

For Su Yao's body, Xie Lang naturally agreed.

But the battle time was suddenly cut in half, and he was not very happy.

Fu Ling smiled slightly.

Cheng An made a brief summary: Look, this is the benefit of the house collapsing.

The eldest son is really wise and decisive, predicting things like a god.

If I had half the skills of the eldest son, I wouldn't be single anymore.

With his job in hand, Cheng An secretly complained to An Wei Bing, causing An Wei Bing to give him a helpless look: others can't learn how the eldest son operates. He has his brains and doesn't have his money.

Because Fu Ling moved in, the secret guards A, B, C, and D were all gathered together, so Cheng An didn't have to work hard to guard Su Yao all day long.

When a few people go out in the afternoon, they will only bring Uncle Wu and Uncle Qi with them.

Su Yao had to spend the whole morning looking at the store, but Fu Ling insisted on staying at the counter.

Su Yao wrote down the accounts, while he watched the incense burner, refilled tea, and grinded ink.

Su Yao was helpless again.

... You don't have to be so polite, it's not like I confiscated the money.

The doors and windows of the bookstore were wide open, and the soft sunlight fell. Su Yao tried to speak: "Mr. Fu..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he saw Fu Ling's hand carefully rubbing the ink, but he paused.

Fu Gezi raised his eyes: "Thirsty?"

"...No," Su Yao thought about his choice of words, then smiled again, "Mr. Fu... Anyway, my bookstore is quiet. If you have time to spare, why not continue writing "One Leaf Knife in Jianghu"?"

Fu Gezi's ink-inking hand stopped for an instant.

Su Yao: ... Didn't I just see that you were in a panic.

Fu Ling frowned slightly, pressed again and again, finally suppressed the depression in his heart, and said in a low voice: "I can't write, I have no inspiration."

Su Yao hid her complaints silently, and said with a smile, "Then how can Mr. Fu get inspiration? If you don't write it, all the judges in Beijing will be waiting."

I also wait.

I'm still waiting to earn money from your book to eat.

Fu Ling seemed to see it: "The rent I gave is not enough for Boss Su's family?"

Enough is enough.

But these are two different things.

Can you still live in my house for the rest of your life?

If you really live for a lifetime, then...then you can't collect money anymore.

Thinking of this, Su Yao felt a little cramped in his heart.

Live with Fu Gezi forever?

What a horrific thought, cut it off.

Su Yao quickly wiped away this miraculous idea, and found another reason: "Mr. Fu is naturally generous, but it's not for me. Just now, a guest came to urge the new book. There are many people in Old Beijing who like Mr. Hetai."

There are many people who like me, but I don't see you among them.

Fu Xiangmo was silent for a while, looked into Su Yao's clear eyes, took a deep breath, and finally compromised: "That's fine, I'll write."

Su Yao was overjoyed for a moment: "I'm on behalf of many judges in old Beijing, thank you Mr. Fu."

Fu Ling stood very close to Su Yao, and seeing Su Yao's eyes as warm as clear springs reflecting the bright sun, his heart couldn't help but move.

Just write it.

Just to make a beauty happy.

Fu Gezi overcame his reluctance and spread a pen and paper on the counter.

Before writing, he tilted his head to see Su Yao's slender figure, but paused, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Boss Su, if I finish writing a chapter in the morning, will I be rewarded?"

What Fu Xiang said was a little ambiguous, but Su Yao didn't catch it.

award?

Normal updates are what you're supposed to do, and want a reward?

Search on Old Jingman Street, which Mr. Huaben is like you, Fu Gezi, who has to be coaxed to write?

Su Yao vomited, calmed down, and tried to convince herself: Mr. Hetai is different from other gentlemen, writing a chapter a day is already the limit.

Although Mr. Hetai's updates are slow, his writing is a hit.One book is worth five or six books by Mr. Biejia, which is more than enough.Word of mouth is the best, and sales are also the best.

Su Yao complied, and then looked at the white paper in front of Fu Gezi: I finally agreed, but it's not smooth at the moment, what if I don't want to write?

He pondered for a while, then raised a polite smile: "Then I will add something special for Mr. Fu at noon?"

Foodies, Mao Shun.

Fu Xiangwen heard this answer, but lowered his eyes a little: Forget it, there is no reward for beauties, and food is fine.

Fu Ling smiled and said, "Boss Su will decide what to eat."

Fu Ling didn't know how many processes a dish would take. He was afraid that Su Yao would be tired, so he refused to order rashly.

Su Yao was a little embarrassed, there were too many dishes to cook.

After thinking about it, Fang smiled and said, "Add sweet and sour pork ribs to Mr. Fu?"

Authentic foodie Fu Gezi never taboos: "Okay."

Xu Shi sold prawns last time and won Uncle Wang's favor. When Uncle Wang came to deliver the dishes, the dishes became fresher and fresher.

There were ribs today, and Qi Bo bought some.

Su Yao took a wok to heat up the oil, deep-fried the battered short ribs until they were set, then heated up the oil, and fried them again.

The short ribs are tossed in the boiling oil, and the skin is gradually golden and crispy, exuding an attractive meaty aroma.

Fried meat makes people feel good.

Su Yao was collecting the thick sweet and sour sauce, but found the cinnamon meowing meowing.

Uncle Wu followed behind, smiling: "The kitten is just a glutton."

Where is the cat greedy, it is clearly a pigeon.

Su Yao smiled, grabbed a handful of cooked sesame seeds, stir-fried them with short ribs and sweet and sour sauce, and put them on a plate neatly.

Sweet and sour short ribs are sweet and sour and crispy;

Su Yao also prepared fried shredded pork with bean sprouts and celery, which added fiber and was crisp and clear;

Cook another winter melon and sea rice soup, which is delicious and fragrant.

Another table of people.

Began to eat.

Su Yao didn't want to sit with Fu Gezi at first, but after looking around, no one could sit next to him, so he sat down anyway.

After one dinner and one breakfast, Su Yao felt that her stomach was getting bigger.

It's better to eat more.

Su Yao refused to move Fu Ling, so he let him go.

The original owner's body has been dragged down by years of illness, so he is not too old, and he can recover faster by eating more.

Fu Gezi filled another half bowl of winter melon soup: "Drink it slowly."

Su Yao put down the chopsticks after eating the last one, walked around to digest the food, and strolled to the counter, only to suddenly realize: "Mr. Fu...is this a chapter?"

This is clearly a written one!

Homophonic terriers deduct money!

Fu Gezi just leaned on the counter and smiled, lowering his eyebrows and smiling: "But we've eaten all the food, we're going out in the afternoon, let's forget about it today."

Big pigeon!

Eat my food and don't write an article!

Su Yao was furious from the bottom of his heart, and he just wanted to hold him at the counter: You can write here for me wherever you go!If you can't finish writing, you are not allowed to eat!

It was rare for Fu Ling to see Su Yao's vivid eyes, and it was funny in his heart, he only raised his eyebrows slightly: "Boss Su is angry with me?"

Su Yao tilted his head: "No."

This tone.

Fu Ling took a step closer, lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Then I was wrong, I'll make an apology to Boss Su."

There are very few people in the shop in the afternoon, only two customers.

One person is immersed in the world in the book, completely unaware of the world outside.

The other person heard the movement, quietly raised his head to take a look, then lowered his head, pursed his lips and smiled: "See no evil, see no evil."

The sun is bright and warm, pouring down from the wide-open window panes, reflecting the shadows of the swaying flowers and trees.

Fu Ling was already taller than Su Yao, and he was so close, Su Yao met his deep eyes and felt his whole heart beating uncontrollably.

He took a step back involuntarily, leaning against the counter, and when he was slightly at a loss, he saw Xie Lang coming with his entourage from a distance.

Su Yao woke up and took a quick step to avoid it.

Fu Ling's eyes sank for an instant, and he followed Su Yao's gaze to look outside.

Master Xie, who didn't know why, had just stepped on the steps when he saw two eyes, one was slightly embarrassed and the other was very unfriendly.

This is me, whose good business am I disturbing?

Xie Lang's eyes wandered between the two of them for a moment, and then a smile appeared: "It seems that I came at the right time, brother Su is just ready to go out?"