Great Imperial Merchant

The two drank hot tea and talked for a long time before finally it was time for dinner.Although Xueta Lane is a small commercial street in the north of the city, and most of the customers are local people, the traffic is not small.

Cheng Weizhe saw that there were more and more customers, so he wanted to stay and help Yang Zhongyuan wipe the table, but he dismissed him with one sentence: "Are you busy in the shop at this time? Don't worry about me all the time, my father is also watching , we can do it."

He didn't speak forcefully, but he looked at Cheng Weizhe with firm eyes.Cheng Weizhe knew his temper, so he didn't say much, and went back to his shop directly.

Yang Zhongyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him go.It was only the second day of opening the shop, and although he was busy cooking the pasta all by himself, it was very hard, but this was the shop he wanted to open, and he couldn't rely on Cheng Weizhe's help for the rest of his life.

Besides, this hard work is really nothing.

While refilling the large pot of chicken soup with firewood, he washed the cabbage that had been prepared and said to the guests in a loud voice: "The soup pot is just hot, please wait a moment, and I will come."

The guest looked as if he had been here yesterday, and he could come again today, which shows that he likes his cooking skills very much: "Boss, your cooking skills are really amazing. Besides chicken soup and silver noodles, do you have anything else to eat?"

At this time, the chicken soup in the cauldron was also heating up. Yang Zhongyuan took some out of the waken dough, raised his hand and began to roll out the noodles: "I am the only one in the shop now. The most important thing is to prepare the noodles first. If there are more helpers, I will definitely add a few more snacks, thank you for your likes."

The diner was not in a hurry, he looked at Zhou Quanxu who had just come to the front shop from the backyard, and said good afternoon.

Zhou Quanxu had a rest all morning, and he was more energetic. He greeted the diners with a smile, picked up the rag and wiped the table again.Although Yang Zhongyuan had wiped it down after the early guests left, cleanliness is the most important thing when opening the door for business. Anyway, he has nothing to do, so it's good to be able to do what he can.

It was also a coincidence that as soon as he finished wiping the table, another diner came in. Zhou Quanxu hurriedly put down the rag, washed his hands, and walked up to greet the guest to sit down.Then he looked like Yang Zhongyuan, and called out loudly: "A bowl of chicken soup and silver noodles, come quickly."

Yang Zhongyuan was cooking the first bowl of noodles, and when he turned around and saw his father's appearance, he felt a little happy too.

He remembered that when he was a child, although Zhou Quanxu had an extremely depressed life in the Yang family, he was a cheerful and lively person when he was alone with his son in private. Now he saw that although his face was still tired, he seemed to have shaken off those heavy shackles. Come alive again.

Up to now, Yang Zhongyuan is still very fortunate that he learned such a craft by stalking in the imperial dining room, and lived alone with his father after leaving the palace.This little freedom is extremely precious to the two of them.

To Yang Zhongyuan's surprise, the passenger flow at noon was the same as that of getting up early. After seeing off the last customer, he counted the money with his father while washing the dishes. Fifty bowls of noodles were sold, and after a rough calculation, they have already earned all the rent for the day.

Because the business is really good, Yang Zhongyuan's mood also became brighter. He looked at his father with bright eyes, and then said proudly: "Father, even if there are fewer people at night, we can still make money this day. I reckon it will count as food for our family." In terms of wearability, there are still two or three hundred wen left, I really didn’t expect it.”

Zhou Quanxu simply recorded the day's surplus in the account book, and praised him with a smile: "My son is so good, and his craftsmanship is so good, they naturally like to eat. Xiao Yuan, Dad always thinks you are the best child. Have a little more confidence."

His son's words and deeds these days are reflected in Zhou Quanxu's eyes.He knew that when his son faced Cheng Weizhe, he always worried about the past.Although his son didn't talk about it when he was young, he admired Cheng Weizhe very much in his heart, but then suddenly, he lost the opportunity to study and became a servant in the palace. No matter how hard Yang Zhongyuan lived in the palace, for people like them, It's really not a glorious past.

Who can afford to raise a child, who will sell the child for money?What's more, is their family short of that star?There is no shortage at all, if it is not for money, then it is for other purposes.

But sending a child into the palace does not ask for money, and the rest can only be for power.If you want to have power, you must first become the emperor's servant. Everyone knows this truth, and it really doesn't sound good to say that it is placed in a family like the Yang family.

Yang Zhongyuan didn't understand it when he was a child, but when he grew up, he gradually understood all this. One can imagine his mood at that time.

My father didn't care about the happiness of his life, and he was indifferent to the life he was about to face. For the glory that was invisible and intangible, he hastily decided the rest of his son's life. For a young child, it was impossible It couldn't be easier to accept than this.

When facing strangers, Yang Zhongyuan can not care or pretend to be indifferent, but when he stands with Cheng Weizhe, he can't help but feel that he is hiding a dark secret, which always makes him a little inferior.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Zhou Quanxu saw such an emotion from this proud son.

That was not good, but Zhou Quanxu didn't know how to persuade him. Although Yang Zhongyuan only briefly told him a few interesting things about his life in the palace, Zhou Quanxu knew that those 14 years were not as simple as he said.

He didn't want to talk about those taboos that Yang Zhongyuan held back in his heart in the past, and neither could Zhou Quanxu.So there is no way to talk about persuasion, he can only see it in his eyes and worry in his heart.

Yang Zhongyuan heard his father praise him so unabashedly, and the smile on his face grew stronger: "Father, I'm going to feel embarrassed if you praise me so much."

Seeing that he didn't understand what he meant, Zhou Quanxu sighed inwardly, and told himself that he should not take his time, but he patted his son's head with his hand, and said with a smile: "You boy, you are so beautiful. "

After a busy noon, both Yang Zhongyuan and Zhou Quanxu were a little tired. He hurriedly fried an asparagus beef tenderloin, and then blanched a dish of mustard with sesame oil. He ate a lot by himself, but Zhou Quanxu's appetite was not very good. Slowly give him recuperation, so the stir-fried dishes are always mixed with meat and vegetables, and even the rice is cooked in different ways.

Zhou Quanxu liked the Yujing rice he cooked the day before yesterday, so today Yang Zhongyuan cooked the red beans early and steamed a can of fragrant red bean rice.

Sure enough, no matter what he did, Zhou Quanxu was very respectful. Although he ate a little slowly, he still ate a whole bowl seriously.Yang Zhongyuan was happy, and added another bowl of rice, and then the father and son patted their stomachs contentedly.

Summer afternoons in Danluo are very hot, and the golden crows hanging in the sky are always full of heat. There are fewer pedestrians in Xueta Alley, and the whole alley gradually quiets down.

Yang Zhongyuan was a little sleepy. He and Zhou Quanxu washed the clothes for the first day together, and then he felt relieved. He chatted with his father in the room, and after seeing that he fell asleep peacefully, he lay down in the shop in front of him bored doze off.

Although no diners would come to the door at this moment, and closing the door to thank guests in broad daylight is not very good-looking, so Yang Zhongyuan had to force himself to guard in the front shop, hoping to wait for the sleepiness to pass before preparing assorted vegetables.

The cicadas on the tree were extremely annoying, Yang Zhongyuan listened, and slowly closed his eyes.

When Cheng Weizhe came in, he saw him sleeping on the dining table alone, maybe he was worried that someone would come over at any time, so he didn't sleep peacefully, his long eyelashes fluttered from time to time, and there was a circle of blue under his eyes. shadows of black.

These days, he has worked hard.Thinking of this, Cheng Weizhe walked lightly and sat down opposite Yang Zhongyuan, then stared blankly at his sleeping face.

In all fairness, Yang Zhongyuan's appearance is very outstanding. His phoenix eyes are long and narrow, his nose is tall and straight, and his full lips are a first-class good face.But people are really thinner, and they don't pay much attention to it.

Ever since Yang Zhongyuan came back, Cheng Weizhe saw that he was always changing those two long gowns back and forth, either blue or blue, and the material of the clothes was just ordinary cotton, without any embroidery patterns on them.This is also the reason why he wanted to give Yang Zhongyuan money in the first place so that he could treat Zhou Quanxu's illness.

Now that he opened a shop, Yang Zhongyuan didn't care about his clothes. What's more, he even bought two aprons and wore them all day, for fear that others would not know that he was running a shop.

Thinking of this, Cheng Weizhe couldn't help but feel a little funny, and also felt a little sad.

What kind of life was it these years that changed Yang Zhongyuan to what he is now?Cheng Weizhe couldn't think of it, and didn't dare to think deeply.

While thinking wildly, Cheng Weizhe also became sleepy. He couldn't help imitating Yang Zhongyuan's appearance, and fell asleep on the table.

To be honest, Yang Zhongyuan didn't sleep deeply, but he was a little tired after all, so he slept fairly soundly this time. When he woke up leisurely, he slowly straightened up and moved his shoulders, only to find that there was also a sleeping man lying on the opposite side. people.

This person, who has a bed in his shop and doesn't sleep, why does he have to come to him and lay down on the table?Don't you feel tired?

Yang Zhongyuan missed him so much, but he never thought of waking him up.

Most of all, today Cheng Weizhe behaved very normally, but he knew that Li Cheng Weizhe had returned to Cheng's house last night, and it was only a ghost that he could live comfortably in that house, and he must have not slept well at night.

He and his father managed to break free from the Yang family, and they didn't know when Cheng Weizhe would be able to make it through. Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help but sigh when he thought about it.

His voice was already very soft, but it still penetrated into Cheng Weizhe's ears like a cloud of smoke. He moved his hands and woke up: "Well, what time is it?"

Because he just woke up, his face was full of fog, and his voice was a little hoarse and deep. For some reason, Yang Zhongyuan suddenly felt a little thirsty. He hurriedly got up and poured himself a big mouthful of herbal tea, and then said: " Looking at the sun, it's about Shen time, have you slept well?"

Cheng Weizhe rubbed his eyes, then stretched his waist again, and then he looked relaxed and contented: "Sleep well, it's not bad to lie on your stomach and hide for a while, do you want to start? I'm also here to wash the vegetables!"

Yang Zhongyuan looked back at him, seeing his firm face, he had no choice but to say: "Then you have to be obedient."

Hearing this word, Cheng Weizhe laughed out loud, and it took him a long time to catch his breath and said, "Okay, I'm obedient, obedient."

Realizing that he had said something wrong, Yang Zhongyuan blushed: "You said that, work hard! I will treat you to dinner tonight."

Cheng Weizhe's eyes lit up when he heard that there was something delicious again, and followed Yang Zhongyuan's waving to the backyard: "Tell me, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Yang Zhongyuan turned his head, looked at him with raised eyes, and lightly said, "Guess."