Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

The woman couldn't help but ask curiously, "Hey, aren't you the peddler who walks the streets? If you keep waiting in my house, aren't you afraid that you will waste your time doing business and making money?"

There was a hint of vigilance in the woman's big watery eyes. She stared closely at the tall and burly peddler in front of her, secretly wondering what the other party was thinking.

Xu Damao grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth, then cleared his throat and said, "Hey, girl, to tell you the truth, I'm not a peddler who specializes in business!"

"I'm actually a projectionist working at the steel mill in the city. I came to your village today to complete the projection task."

After saying that, Xu Damao scratched his head and then explained, "Well, it's still quite early now, so I thought about picking up some things along the way and bringing them back, so that I can do a small business and make some money."

"I have to stay in this village tonight to show movies to everyone!"

Hearing this, the woman's vigilance faded a little, but she still asked doubtfully, "Really? Are you really a projectionist in the city?"

Xu Damao nodded quickly and said, "Of course it's true, sister, I'm not lying to you! If you don't believe me, you can go ask your village chief, but the loud speaker will probably shout in a while, asking you to go to the front to watch the movie."

Xu Damao said this and pointed outside the wall.

The woman was finally relieved and replied with a smile: "Oh, so that's the case. OK, I'll just mention it to my sister when she comes back."

Xu Damao was overjoyed when he heard this, and he quickly said, "That's great! By the way, sister, remember to come to the village entrance to watch a movie tonight. It's very close to your home, not far outside. You can also call your sister over, and we can discuss whether to sell these things or not."

The woman nodded obediently and replied, "Okay, I will definitely tell my sister when she comes back."

Seeing that everything had been explained, the peddler clapped his hands and prepared to leave, muttering: "Okay, I'll take my leave first. I have to find a place to fill my stomach quickly, otherwise I'll have to watch the movie on an empty stomach when it gets dark."

However, at this moment, the woman suddenly spoke up to persuade him to stay: "How about...if you don't mind our simple country life, you can just eat something at home."

The woman said somewhat shyly.

"The main reason is that I let you see so many things. I know very well that these things are valuable. But in the end I didn't sell the things to you. I'm really embarrassed." The woman looked apologetic and a little embarrassed.

"Okay! It doesn't matter where we eat." Xu Damao agreed immediately.

"Haha, that's fine. I'm just waiting for my sister to come back home." The woman's face was full of smiles, and there was some joy in her words.

"I can't eat your food for free. Look, I brought some delicious food when I came."

As Xu Damao spoke, he swiftly took out two objects wrapped tightly in yellow straw paper from the basket on the back of the bicycle.

"What delicious food is in these?" The woman came forward curiously, staring at the two paper packages.

"Hey, there's almost half a roast chicken and a big bag of cake in here! But the roast chicken is a little cold after being left for so long, so just heat it up a little bit and you can eat it later."

Xu Damao opened a corner of a paper package, revealing the shiny and tempting roast chicken inside.

"That's great! By the way, Comrade Projectionist, would you like to eat anything special tonight?" the woman asked enthusiastically.

"Anything is fine. I'm not picky about food." Xu Damao waved his hand casually.

"In that case, let's make some pancakes. We just happen to have some flour left at home." The woman said after a little thought.

"That's great!" Xu Damao responded with a smile.

It was getting dark, and the tempting aroma of food wafted from the kitchen; dinner was almost ready.

Just then, there was a sudden burst of hurried knocks on the door. After hearing the sound, the busy woman hurriedly put down the work in her hands and hurried to the door.

She quickly opened the door with a bright smile on her face: "Sister, are you back?"

She smiled and nodded at the door, but her eyes were attracted by a bicycle parked in the yard. She asked curiously, "Are there guests at home? Whose bicycle is this?"

My sister replied excitedly, "Oh, this belongs to the projectionist from the city. He stopped by to collect some old stuff. I showed him your stuff and he offered a good price!"

The woman frowned slightly and asked, "Have you sold it yet? Don't be cheated, okay?"

The younger sister waved her hands and said, "No, no, sister, I dare not sell your things without your consent."

The woman sighed softly, touched her sister's head tenderly, and said, "Silly girl, if the price is right, just sell it. To be honest, those things are of no use to us at home."

The younger sister listened to her elder sister's words, nodded thoughtfully, and then took her elder sister's hand and walked into the house: "Is that so, then sister, you should go in and talk to the projectionist."

"Okay!" the woman responded and followed her sister into the main room.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw a man sitting leisurely on a stool, sipping a cup of tea. When they saw his face clearly, they both cried out in surprise.

"Oh, why is it you?" The woman widened her eyes, her face full of surprise.

"Hey! Isn't this the shopkeeper? I didn't expect this to be your home?"

Xu Damao was also shocked, because the sister of the woman in front of him was the owner of a famous roast chicken shop in the town.

"Oh my, this is such a coincidence, Wang Ling! Have you prepared the food?"

The plump, kind-faced elder sister shouted loudly to her younger sister who was busy in the kitchen.

All I heard was a reply from the kitchen: "It will be ready soon!"

At this time, the woman turned her gaze to Xu Damao who was standing aside.

She looked him up and down carefully, and saw that the young man in front of her was handsome and well-dressed. She couldn't help but feel secretly happy, her eyes began to sparkle, and she praised him generously: "Oh, so you are the projectionist in the city. Look at your appearance, you are really handsome!"