Great Imperial Merchant

Sure enough, Cheng Weizhe didn't come over on the second day, thinking about what he said yesterday, Yang Zhongyuan felt extraordinarily warm in his heart.

Cheng Weizhe is such a person, no matter how much he suffers in his heart, he has always lived hard and positively, and when his family's business can't be done, he finds a career by himself.

In this regard, Yang Zhongyuan is very similar to him.

While Yang Zhongyuan was thinking about Cheng Weizhe, another diner came outside. He raised his head to greet the guest, but was stunned.

"Oh, Uncle Meng, why did you come to my place? What can I do for you?" Yang Zhongyuan wiped his hands on his apron, and walked to the door to meet the man himself.

The person who came was a middle-aged man in his forties, with small eyes and very thin.People in this alley called him Meng Tiao, saying he was like a stick.

"Why, I can't come to your place to eat bowl of noodles?" Meng Tiao's voice was not pleasant, rough, as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

He spoke very bluntly, and his complexion was also bad, but Yang Zhongyuan didn't seem to notice, and sent him to his seat very politely, and then went back to stretch the noodles.

"How can it be, Uncle Meng, I'm not thinking about your Mengji's decades-old signboard, why might you still lack my stammer." Yang Zhongyuan smiled and spoke with a three-point compliment.

The reason why this Meng Tiao is called Meng Tiao is not only because he is thin.His family also opened a food shop on this street, but most of the dishes they cook are home-cooked dishes, but the hand-drawn note was passed down to him by his father. The word of mouth has been really smashed down.

That's why Yang Zhongyuan was surprised when he came to Yang Zhongyuan's place for breakfast today.

Meng Tiao glanced at him, snorted coldly, and didn't speak.

The neighbors in Xueta Lane almost all knew each other. They knew that Meng Tiao was a very narrow-minded person, so they all quickly ate their noodles without speaking.

Yang Zhongyuan smiled and looked back at the yard behind him.Fortunately, there are not many guests now, and Dad has already gone back to the backyard to wash clothes. If this happened to him, he would have to talk about it again.

It was already bright outside at this moment, and the neighbors who had breakfast and rushed to work had already finished eating and left. Meng Tiao was the last diner to come in, so Yang Zhongyuan was not in a hurry. He carefully made Meng Tiao's bowl of noodles, and then held the He brought it up to him.

There are long chopsticks, long spoons and a small dish of assorted vegetables on the food plate, which look decent, and it is very convenient to eat noodles with a spoon or chopsticks.

He got up early this morning to make improvements like this, and the feedback from the guests was very good.Originally, eighteen coppers for a bowl of noodles was not considered expensive, but the food here was delicious and clean, and now he also sent side dishes. Yang Zhongyuan was in a good mood when he was praised by the guests early in the morning.

So when he saw Meng Tiao picking up noodles with an unhappy face, he didn't take it to heart, and squatted on the ground to wash the dishes.

Everything here is neat and tidy. When washing dishes, he uses alkaline water first, then clean water, and finally scalds them with hot water. The guests can see them.He is not afraid of people watching.

But before he washed two bowls, he felt a hot gaze that seemed to burn the top of his hair.Yang Zhongyuan looked up, and indeed it was Meng Tiao who was looking at him.

Yang Zhongyuan immediately showed a smile: "Uncle Meng, what are your orders?"

Meng Tiao snorted, took a spoonful of chicken soup with a spoon, and said, "Not bad, where did you learn this skill?"

When Yang Zhongyuan heard what he said, his smile deepened: "Thank you, Uncle Meng, for your appreciation. I am a family handed down craft, and my father taught it."

Hearing that his father taught it, Meng Tiao suddenly showed a sarcasm smile: "You can talk, your father taught you? Your father is very capable."

What he said was a bit unpleasant. The diners next to me looked at me and I looked at you. They all put down their chopsticks and said to Yang Zhongyuan: "Little boss, come and pay the bill, we are done eating."

Seeing that the other diners were about to leave, Yang Zhongyuan could only helplessly wipe his hands, went to the front to collect the money, and then sat back to the original place and continued to clean the dishes seriously.

He didn't speak, neither did Meng Tiao, and when he finished washing a basin of more than twenty bowls and Meng Tiao had just finished eating noodles, he put down his chopsticks with a blank expression, and then said, "It's okay, quite Your father, Izumi, must be very happy to know that there are two brushes."

Yang Zhongyuan lowered his head, looked at the cold expression on his face in the water, and sighed after a long time: "Thank you, Uncle Meng, for your compliment."

He came to Xueta Lane to live at that time, and the story he told was always that his father passed away, and he left his hometown to live with his seriously ill father.But his appearance is so similar to Yang Zhongshan, and his name has not been changed, so if someone checks carefully, they can actually know his true identity.

But since Meng Tiao came into his shop, the words he said had no clear meaning. Yang Zhongyuan couldn't figure out how much he knew, so he could only play sloppy with him here.

Meng Tiao suddenly smiled, his voice was very unpleasant, and Yang Zhongyuan was very upset when he heard it: "You boy, you are quite powerful, and the business in Xueta Lane is not easy, Uncle Meng wishes you a prosperous business."

After he finished speaking, he took out eighteen copper coins from his sleeve, and left the shop without waiting for Yang Zhongyuan's answer.

Yang Zhongyuan stood up, walked to the door of the shop, and stared at Meng Tiao's leaving back.

His last sentence is probably the main purpose of coming here today.Because he opened a noodle restaurant, Meng Ji's business was not easy to do, so he was unwilling and ran over to threaten him?

Hehe, it's ridiculous.Yang Zhongyuan sneered, turned around and put away the copper plate, and then returned to the courtyard with a box of copper coins.

Zhou Quanxu was drying clothes. Seeing his son's smiling face, he knew that the guests had already left: "Woke up early today, I think it's busier than yesterday?"

Yang Zhongyuan handed the box to his father, and then sat at his dining table in the courtyard and took a big mouthful of herbal tea: "Actually, the diners are almost the same as yesterday, but I added side dishes and there are a little more bowls, so it looks busy."

"Well, Xiao Yuan, why didn't Xiao Zhe come?" Zhou Quanxu asked as he sat beside him and counted the copper coins.

Yang Zhongyuan didn't know why he suddenly felt embarrassed. He lowered his head and touched his teacup and said, "He said he was going to the outer city today. Besides, he also has his own shop, so how can he come to our house every day to help."

Hearing his son's answer, Zhou Quanxu raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile, then lowered his head while his son was not paying attention: "Xiao Zhe is a good boy, you just ask him to have dinner with us from now on, do you hear me?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and glanced at his son again. Seeing that his ears were turning red, he knew that he probably hit the point today.

"I know dad, someday I will provide him with good food and drink." After saying this, Yang Zhongyuan hurriedly got up and moved the dishes to wash the second time.

Zhou Quanxu sighed almost inaudibly, and his heart turned a thousand times for a while, and finally all fell on his concern for his son.

One has to look forward, regardless of past experiences, Yang Zhongyuan is now in his twenties, if he were to be left in an ordinary family, his children would have run all over the streets long ago.

He looked at his son, who was alone, and he felt uncomfortable.

But he didn't dare to mention a word to his son about finding a partner. He knew that whether it was because of what happened to him or what his son had seen in the palace over the years, he didn't like finding a partner to form a family. .

When Zhou Quanxu saw him coming back earlier, he even thought that if Yang Zhongyuan really didn't find a partner he wanted, he would pick up a child and bring him up properly. After a hundred years, there will be someone who can give Yang Zhongyuan a pension to the end.

However, Cheng Weizhe returned to the lives of their father and son as they did when they were young.

Thinking of this always optimistic and cheerful young man, Zhou Quanxu became a little happy again. He felt that Cheng Weizhe was like a ray of light, giving Yang Zhongyuan the most vivid colors in his life.

When they were young, the two children ate, lived and played together and grew up. After more than ten years, they did not feel strange when they met again. They were still as good as when they were young.

in case……

As Zhou Quanxu thought about it, he couldn't help thinking of the best future he could think of.

The days passed by in a hurry, and the business of Yang Zhongyuan's noodle shop has stabilized.

He sold about sixty or seventy bowls of noodles every day, and earned less than two taels of silver in just a few days.

Although he made money, Yang Zhongyuan didn't seem much happier than usual. After eight days, Yang Zhongyuan hadn't seen Cheng Weizhe in Xueta Lane, so he was a little anxious.

Early this morning, he was standing next to the stove, distractedly stretching the noodles, while keeping looking back to the outside of the gate.

Cheng Weizhe has always been a man of his word, he said he could come back in one day, so he must be able to come back.

But this time he just went to the outer city to collect tea, but he has not come back for almost ten days. Yang Zhongyuan was very worried about his safety, and even went to the teahouse to ask the shopkeeper hired by Cheng Weizhe.

The shopkeeper knew the relationship between his boss and Yang Zhongyuan very well, so he patiently told him: "The boss went to the tea garden in Qili Village. We have known each other for many years, so there should be no problem. Don't worry, you may be back in a few days." .Besides, there are two fellows going with him, and it's all right."

Hearing that there were guys going with him, Yang Zhongyuan was a little relieved, but seeing that Cheng Weizhe hadn't returned the next day, his heart was in his throat again, and he always felt uneasy.

He wasn't worried that Cheng Weizhe would get hurt due to the bad roads in the country, but he was worried that the Cheng family would suddenly come out and intervene, and that was the worst thing.

What if he was injured, and what if the Cheng family sent someone to make trouble and he couldn't buy tea?Yang Zhongyuan has been in a panic for the past two days, and he didn't sleep well at night. He was working during the day, and he looked in a daze.

Ever since he returned to Danluo, Cheng Weizhe had been with him almost every day, but now that he was suddenly not by his side, he felt uncomfortable.

When I saw it, I would say that he was annoying, but I couldn't see it, but I thought about it in my heart.

This man is really strange. Yang Zhongyuan stretched his noodles slowly, and his whole mind was not in the shop.

While he was in a trance, Yang Zhongyuan's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud shout: "Boss, why are there dirty things on your side?"

Yang Zhongyuan was startled by him, and when he looked up, he was a thick-faced man: "Boss, I came here because I heard that your noodles are good, but take a look, what is this?"

Before Yang Zhongyuan had time to say a word, he saw him picking through the noodles with chopsticks and picked out a small, chubby meat worm.

Immediately, the other diners in the shop stopped their chopsticks one after another and let out gasps of surprise.