Great Imperial Merchant

The person who came to the noodle shop at this time was Cheng Weizhe who had disappeared for nine days.

He walked into the shop carrying a bamboo basket, first sniffed, and then said with nostalgia: "Xiao Yuan, your cooking smells delicious, you don't know that I don't like anything I eat these days. The craftsmanship is far worse than yours."

Yang Zhongyuan hurriedly threw away the rag, and went to take the basket: "Why have you been away for so long, I'm worried..."

As soon as he said the words, he felt that it was too much, so his handsome face was stained with a peach blossom color, Cheng Weizhe hadn't seen him for a few days, and he missed him a little bit, seeing him like this now, the impulsiveness and impatience in his heart became more and more restless .

Cheng Weizhe involuntarily stretched out his hand and patted Yang Zhongyuan's warm cheek, then turned his head away and coughed: "Well, am I fine? Why are you worried?"

It’s okay if he didn’t say anything, Yang Zhongyuan was even more embarrassed when he said this, he put the basket aside, and then said: “There is not enough rice tonight, I’ll have noodle soup later, and I’ll eat it. "

The two of them hadn't seen each other for a few days, and they were a bit awkward when they saw each other again. One spoke with a straight face, and the other was busy with things and refused to stop.

Ever since, the two of them just stood face to face in the shop, silent for a long time without saying a word.

It wasn't until Cheng Weizhe's stomach gurgling woke up the two dazed people, and their eyes finally met, and they took a deep look at each other, then they laughed out loud at the same time.

"you……"

"I……"

They said a word in unison, and then they all stopped and continued to laugh.

The voices of the two people, one clear and the other mellow, reverberated in the room, and they were in perfect harmony.

When they laughed enough, Cheng Weizhe took Yang Zhongyuan's hand and showed him the things he brought back.

"Don't be too busy cooking. Let's see what good things I bring back. I found them specially for you." Cheng Weizhe lifted the blue dyed cloth of the basket, and what Yang Zhongyuan saw were two large bowls, one of which was jumping. One is full of small river prawns, and the other is lying limply with a crucian carp.

The fish was very fat, Yang Zhongyuan poked the belly of the fish, then raised his head and asked Cheng Weizhe: "The one with the belt?"

Cheng Weizhe nodded, and then looked at him expectantly: "Xiao Yuan, why don't you cook something delicious?"

Yang Zhongyuan glanced at him and said with a smile: "You still said you brought it for me, why do you want to eat it yourself?"

Cheng Weizhe saw that his smiling face was very tempting, so he put his arms around his shoulders, leaned into his ear and said, "What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. We are a family, why should we divide each other?"

"You!" Yang Zhongyuan struggled to break free, but he didn't break free from this "scholar", and couldn't help but turn around and read to him, "Where did you get so much strength?"

He had finished speaking this time, but he found two people hugging each other, standing very close to each other.Yang Zhongyuan looked at Cheng Weizhe's dark eyes in a daze, and felt that his breath was full of the other party's breath.

At this moment, both their bodies and hearts are tightly entangled together, and even their breathing is so in tune, as if they were meant to be together.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, except for the ignorant heart, which was still beating.

In the backyard, Zhou Quanxu's voice suddenly came: "Xiao Yuan, have all the guests left?"

The two of them seemed to be awakened from a deep sleep, Cheng Weizhe involuntarily let go, Yang Zhongyuan turned around lightly, and retreated a long way.

Cheng Weizhe was a little helpless, but also a little funny: "Xiao Yuan..."

But Yang Zhongyuan didn't pay attention to him, he turned his head to respond to his father's shout: "Dad, the guests are all gone, but Ah Zhe is back, I'm cooking, and I can eat it later."

After that, he turned his head and told Cheng Weizhe: "Find a clean basin to raise the fish in. It's a little late tonight, so I don't have time to cook it. How about eating fried river prawns first?"

He said this politely, as if the little ambiguity between the two just now didn't exist.Cheng Weizhe pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, but smiled: "Okay, what do you say to eat, Uncle Quan and I will eat whatever you want, do you have any orders?"

Yang Zhongyuan took the bowl of small river shrimp from the basket, washed it with well water first, then took the scissors to cut off the beards one by one, and threw the cleaned shrimp into the empty bowl of clear water, waiting for later Wash again.

"Originally, I wanted to make braised eggplants, but now I have shrimps, so let's fry another vegetarian dish. You go to the house and have a look, and just wash and clean whatever you want to eat." Yang Zhongyuan kept moving his hands, While talking.

Although the river prawns are delicious, handling the ingredients is troublesome. He looked at the sky outside and quickened his movements.

After a while, Zhou Quanxu and Cheng Weizhe came from the backyard together. Because of the hot weather and fear that the smoke in the backyard would be bad for Zhou Quanxu's health, Yang Zhongyuan always cooked in the front shop.

Occasionally, neighbors who came home late passed by, and they would always twitch their noses while laughing and joking: "Little boss, it's good to eat again."

Every time at this time, Yang Zhongyuan would reply with a smile: "Isn't it? I've been busy all day, so I have to do something to honor my father."

Therefore, most of the neighbors on the street know whether his stuff is clean or not.One can get a glimpse of what a person is like from his daily life. Although this small shop was driven away by half of the business by rumors a few days ago, the neighbors still come to him to eat noodles.

For Yang Zhongyuan, this is undoubtedly an affirmation of his craftsmanship.

"Let's fry water spinach tonight, don't you say you want to eat a piece of soup? I took tomatoes and cabbage, what else do I need?"

Yang Zhongyuan didn't stop holding his hand, he raised his head and glanced at his hand, and then ordered: "Go get a piece of meat, there is only the smallest piece left, use that to make soup."

"Decree!" After Cheng Weizhe said, he turned around and was about to leave.

Yang Zhongyuan thought for a while, and called him again: "Wait a minute, I remember there is still a bag of hot peppers, that one is not too spicy, let's bring it together."

When the ingredients were all ready, Cheng Weizhe also took the initiative to clean them up, and then he sat opposite Yang Zhongyuan bored, looking down at him busy.

The river prawns he brought back this time were quite a lot, a big bowl full, Yang Zhongyuan worked carefully, even if he speeded up, he only finished more than half of it at the moment.

Cheng Weizhe put his hands on his knees, and looked down at Yang Zhongyuan's hair seriously.

When this person was young, he cared a little bit about his appearance, but now that he is older, he is more perfunctory.

All his long hair was tied with a simple headband. To facilitate his work, he braided his long hair into braids, twirled them and fixed them on top with a square scarf.

His attire looks a bit like those students in the academy.

But he is not a student.

Cheng Weizhe couldn't help thinking that when he was young, the chubby Yang Zhongyuan followed him and went to the college to study with him. Occasionally, he was called up by the teacher to recite the essays, and he also recited them seriously with a stern face.

This pampered young master always complained to him in private that he didn't like reading, but no matter if it was homework or big characters, he could finish it seriously.

Only when you really don't know how to do it, will you steal it from him without making any changes.

This person, I don't know whether to call him stupid or shrewd.

Cheng Weizhe saw him handling the shrimp skillfully and deftly with both hands, almost overflowing with pain in his heart.He obviously wasn't born to do rough work. He was born in a family of rich clothes and rich food, so he should live the most comfortable life.

In the past few days since he left, he has been running around, busy with business, eating meals made by other restaurants, but he misses Yang Zhongyuan more and more in his heart.

He was only fourteen when Yang Zhongyuan disappeared. He was young at the time and didn't have so many complicated thoughts. During those years, he only thought of Yang Zhongyuan occasionally, but he just wanted to know where he was and how he was doing.

However, seeing each other more than ten years later, and just getting along for a few days, I don't know when the lovesickness will enter the bone.

Cheng Weizhe never felt that he was a person full of emotions, but he didn't see Yang Zhongyuan these few days, but he always missed him, no matter what he ate, he always said that Xiao Yuan could do better.

When he sees fresh ingredients, he wants to buy them for Xiao Yuan, and when he sees beautiful clothes, he also wants to buy them to dress up Xiao Yuan. Even when he sees a waiter busy in another restaurant, he wants to pay for them himself. Going back alone doesn't make Xiao Yuan work too hard.

Because of leaving, because this person is not around, he feels uncomfortable all over.

Cheng Weizhe smiled wryly in his heart.

For the first decade or so, he regarded this man as his best friend.See you again after separation, but he feels that this person can no longer leave his life.

His bamboo horse, his Xiao Yuan.

These days, Cheng Weizhe's mind was tossed and turned, he finally understood his deepest thoughts, and then slowly determined his goal.

He always felt that they knew each other from birth, which was the best gift God gave him.

But Yang Zhongyuan's defenses were so deep and strong, no matter what Cheng Weizhe wanted to say or do, he would slowly remove the firm shell in Yang Zhongyuan's heart.

Then, we can face a bright future together.

It turned out that I waited for these 24 years alone, and the one who waited in the end was the original person.

Cheng Weizhe smiled in a low voice, he has always been patient and confident with Yang Zhongyuan.

Yang Zhongyuan looked up at him inexplicably, seeing that he was staring at him and smiling happily for some reason, he couldn't help but shuddered, lowered his head and continued to work.

Cheng Weizhe coughed twice, looked at Yang Zhongyuan silently for a while, and suddenly asked him: "Xiao Yuan, don't you ask me why it took me so long to come back?"

Yang Zhongyuan looked up at him, he opened his mouth, but finally said: "You will tell me anyway, why should I ask?"

But in the bottom of his heart, he was thinking, Dad said not to cross the boundary, but what is crossing the boundary?

This time, Yang Zhongyuan wavered, and he became completely confused.

Since Cheng Weizhe came back here, he actually wanted to ask questions all the time in his heart, but every time the words came to his lips, he always remembered what his father said, and then swallowed the questions back.

Cheng Weizhe saw the rare puzzlement and doubt in his expression, so he said with a smile: "Actually, I did order new tea, but there was a problem with the tea garden that I could cooperate with."

Hearing the business, Yang Zhongyuan suppressed the strangeness in his heart, frowned and asked, "What?"

"The owner of the garden said that someone bought all the tea leaves, so they can't sell them to me." Seeing Yang Zhongyuan looking at him with concern, Cheng Weizhe felt warm and heaved a sigh of relief.