I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Su Yao recalled Xie Lang's evaluation of Fu Ling again, secretly said, but his demeanor is also refined, but from time to time, it is a bit forceful.

Xie Lang took a deep look at Fu Ling, thoughtful.

He paused for a moment, then continued to lean forward, continuing to wipe Su Yao's sweat as if there was no one else present.

A brocade handkerchief was placed on Su Yao's fair forehead, and it was gently rubbed, only a thin layer of cloth was separated from Xie Lang's fingertips.

The sunlight was clear and clear, the two had warm eyebrows and eyes, their statures matched, their demeanors were harmonious, and their manners were even closer.

Uncle Wu secretly raised his eyes, only to feel that his family Fu Xiang was about to crack.

He was about to crack too.

Why is there someone beside Boss Su after not seeing him for a few days?

My young master has just thought about it, so it's too late?

So fast?

But think about it.

Good cabbage is always missed by pigs.

Uncle Wu secretly sighed at his own pig, no, his young master was late to strike, and very consciously stepped forward to "beat the mandarin ducks": "Boss Su, it's a coincidence that we meet again."

Su Yao turned around to greet him, and naturally had to avoid the square handkerchief: "What a coincidence, Uncle Wu, I'll help out."

Xie Lang put away the handkerchief, and glanced at Fu Ling intentionally or unintentionally.

Uncle Wu seemed to have disappeared: "Hey, are you busy enough to hire someone? The beef noodles here are really good. My son has eaten it many times. I'm a little late today. Is there any more?"

Xie Lang said, "There's only one bowl left."

After finishing speaking, he smiled politely at Uncle Wu.

Uncle Wu understands.

It means that there is only "mine" left.

Before he could speak, he heard Fu Ling's calm voice: "Is it Master Xie?"

Xie Lang turned his head to meet his calm Danfeng eyes, and smiled slightly: "I'm Xie Lang, I've admired Mr. Fu's name for a long time."

Fu Ling raised the corner of his mouth, polite but alienated: "Jiu Yang."

This atmosphere of mystery.

Su Yao stood between the two, his forehead twitched.

It's not a holiday, I didn't know each other before.

This dark and turbulent expression.

Do literati look down on each other?

Su Yao had no choice but to put on a professional smirk, and reminded: "There is only one bowl left, I wish the lady will come back to make it later."

The two looked at each other.

The air froze.

Su Yao: ...

Logically, Xie Lang came first, but with Fu Ling's posture, it seemed that he had no intention of leaving.

Is this...a bowl of noodles?

Su Yao looked around, not knowing what to do, when he heard Xie Lang say, "Mr. Fu, please."

He smiled lightly: "Although I came first, I am in the academy every day, and this time is not bad. Mr. Fu came from a long way, please invite you. You are welcome. You should pay attention to what comes first."

First come, then arrive, the four words, but also bite a little bit more.

Hmm... Although Xie Lang's words are good...

But Su Yao inexplicably understood the meaning of "I let you".

Xie Lang smiled very kindly.

Fu Ling paused, raised his brows slightly, and suddenly looked at Su Yao: "The face of the academy has suddenly improved, maybe it's Boss Su's help?"

Su Yao didn't know why, so she just said politely: "I am familiar with the cook here, and I happen to know a little bit, but I just said a few words on the side."

"That's it."

Fu Ling answered, raised the corners of his mouth, but looked at Xie Lang: "That's all for today, Mr. Xie will come first, of course you are the one to invite."

"I have an appointment with Boss Su in private, and I have a meal appointment. I will visit at that time, and it will not be too late to eat."

Xie Lang frowned: "A private date?"

Fu Ling smiled and didn't answer: "Boss Su hasn't forgotten, has he?"

Naturally, he didn't forget, and exchanged this meal for the manuscript.

Su Yao could only nod.

There was a movement behind the screen, Zhu Niangzi had returned, Fu Ling raised the corner of his mouth, nodded with Su Yao, and left neatly.

Xie Lang's tone seemed imperceptibly serious: "You and Mr. Fu are actually quite familiar?"

Su Yao said: "Business contacts are inevitable..."

Fu Ling stepped out of the house stepping on a sunny day, his complexion suddenly sank.

Uncle Wu checked his words and looked at his expression, and whispered: "My lord... where shall we eat now?"

Fu Ling squinted at him.

Uncle Wu nodded immediately: "This old slave knows, go to Lu Shanzhang's yard."

Fu Ling said coldly: "In the future, he will pull me up to talk about things and stop him. If he doesn't eat for an hour, I still have to eat."

It's been a long time since Mr. Fu gave such a long word.

Return this tone.

Uncle Wu immediately responded: "I know, I know. For matters related to government affairs, I will ask Lu Shanzhang to find the second son..."

Master Lu Shan of Qingshi Academy took a look at Fu Xiang's face and had a restless lunch, while Su Yao ate well here.

Su Yao was so tired that he ate two big bowls of rice left in the canteen by himself.

Still delicious.

The boy in the dining hall complained to him in a low voice: "It's a pity that my wife is going to resign. From now on, there will be no fresh food in this dining hall. No matter how good the dishes are, there is nothing to do if you get tired of eating. Everyone has to go out to eat..."

Zhu Niangzi is about to resign.

And chose an auspicious day, and opened it in mid-February.

At the entrance of Songyun Lane, next to Su's bookstore, is a Zhu's noodle restaurant.

The book ink is dyed with red dust and fireworks, which is very unique.

I wish my lady's noodle shop opened on the first day, and it is full of people.At lunch time, almost all of them were Master students from Qingshi Academy.

I wish the lady and Liu Lang had been busy until midnight, counting their income, and enjoying themselves like never before.

Of course, Su Yao wasn't idle here either.

Zhu Niangzi only put up a wooden sign at the door: Opening joint activities, buy a book at Su's Bookstore, and get a [-]% discount on a bowl of beef noodles.

Su Yao also put up a wooden sign: Clearance, [-]% off all books.

During the waiting period, many people came to take a look at this discount.

It doesn't matter whether you don't look at it or not, after looking at it, the students suddenly realized that there is such a quiet and elegant bookstore with high quality and low price in Pingningfang.

The shop is not too small, not too far from the academy, what is rare is that it is extremely quiet, and the books inside are also rare.

Many classics annotated by famous authors have been published for many years, and very few unique editions have been published. They can no longer be found outside.

Although older, the binding and printing are excellent.

Plus there aren't many left and it's cheap.

In the end, all of Su Yao's backlog of old books were sold out.

This has far exceeded Su Yao's expectations, not only that, even the scripts on the shelves were sold out.

Of course, the most popular is still Fu Gezi's script.

Surprised: "There is actually the first volume of "Yun Xian Meng Yi"! I can still find Mr. Hetai's book. I was so sad when I lost it last time——"

There is a reminder: "Be careful, last time Brother Li's words were taken away by the master, and he was punished by copying "Encouraging Learning" twenty times——"

Some retorted: "That's because he didn't recite it in the morning, but peeked at the storybook. It also caused the master to criticize Mr. Hetai's article as vulgar and frivolous. I will not be like him, who can't tell the importance of class work—— —”

But most of all, it's still a reminder: "Boss Su, Mr. Hetai's new book, don't you still have it?"

Su Yao had no choice but to appease: "Wait a little longer. Mr. Hetai said, I'm writing."

The students held all kinds of books and went back to the academy happily with their stomachs full and their hearts warm.

Su Yao was also very happy as he counted the money.

After being so busy for six or seven days, the business of the bookstore gradually calmed down.The number of people who bought books gradually decreased, but Su Yao was quiet here, and more and more people came to read books.

Today's bookstore can also be used as a place to read. Su Yao put all the books left in the warehouse, waiting for the guests to leave every day, and tidying them up at night.

All in all, the bookstore has many more customers than before.

Curve drainage was very successful.

It was raining at sunset, and almost no one came to the shop.Su Yao finally had some free time and could start to settle accounts in the afternoon.

Qi Bo brought a small bowl of steamed milk: "Madam Zhu sent it, Ah Yan and I both ate it, so let's count after you eat it."

The smooth milk is served in a delicate white porcelain cup, with preserved fruits, pine nuts and almonds piled on top, and a layer of honey.

Su Yao glanced intently at the porcelain cup, the glaze was smooth and white, and the red cherry and green leaves were painted on it, delicate and beautiful.

"Miss Zhu said that I decided to buy a good set of cups for the store, and ordered two sets of good-looking ones for my own use. I just ordered one set." Qi Bo smiled.

Su Yao took a sip of the milk, it was sweet but smooth.

He raised the corner of his mouth: "It seems that Mrs. Zhu really made money."

"Isn't that right?" Qi Bo said cheerfully, "Just now she came, and she also said that she would invite us to Fuke for a drink some other day. If you ask me, Fuke's food is no better than the young master's cooking, and it's a waste of money."

Su Yao just smiled.

It stands to reason that with his abilities, he is most suitable to open a restaurant to make a living like a wishing lady.It's just that his body really can't support the busy work of the restaurant right now.

Previously, I was helping to serve noodles at Qingshi Academy, and I was exhausted after standing for an hour or two, let alone others.

Firstly, the purpose of the bookstore is to take care of your body in leisure, and secondly, this is also the wish of the original owner.

What if he ruined his family's ancestral business as soon as he came and went to work as a cook?

When Su Yao first came here, after thinking about these things, he let go of the idea of ​​opening a chain of large restaurants.

In short, now that there are master students from Qingshi Academy, the bookstore has more customers, and with the share of the noodle shop next door, the income has stabilized a lot.

I can lie down and eat big fish and meat again.

Su Yao calculated the accounts clearly, and immediately promised Qi Bo tomorrow's food: "Go buy pork belly tomorrow, and let's eat lion's head."

Qi Bo responded with a smile, but a voice suddenly came from behind the bookshelf: "If you want to talk about the lion's head, I won't leave today. Boss Su, give me a bite of the lion's head too?"

There was a patter of rain outside the window, and a handsome green shirt stepped out from behind the heavy bookshelf, his eyes were like peach blossoms, and his eyes were romantic: "Boss Su, business has been good recently, so busy that you forgot to miss me?"

Su Yao recognized the glib tone immediately.

He smiled helplessly, and was about to speak, but another person appeared at the door of the shop, it was Uncle Wu.

Just as Wu Shu put away his umbrella, it was windy and windy outside.

He bumped into that teasing sentence head-on, and was holding a stack of manuscripts. At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed: "...Boss Su, this is my son's first draft, and it is sent to various bookstores. My son said that he wants to come to dinner tomorrow..."

Uncle Wu looked like this.

Su Yao was immediately more embarrassed than him.