Dressed as a middle-aged mistress, I want to lie down every day

Xiao Xiangming drew several gold hairpins and also noted whether they were inlaid with rubies or emeralds.

The shopkeeper had already imagined how exquisite the jewelry would be when it was finished.

Xiao Xiangming looked at the picture and was very satisfied. "This time the drawing is good. I hope the store can make it."

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "Of course we can. All of our chefs have inherited the skills from their ancestors. It's just that your painting is a bit complicated, so I'm afraid it won't be completed in a short time."

“Just make it before the New Year.”

Mo Xinzhi wanted to rush to pay the money every time, but he didn't bring many banknotes. If he rushed to pay the deposit and then went home to get it later, he was afraid that after a few times, the Mo family would be bankrupt.

So he was depressed.

Xiao Xiangming wanted to laugh as soon as he saw Mo Xinzhi's face, which had a woman's resentful expression.

Every time he bought something, Mo Xinzhi looked like he wanted to pay but couldn't, and then he would be in a bad mood.

I have never seen anyone looking sad because he didn't spend any money.

After leaving the gold shop, he said to Mo Xinzhi, "Brother Mo will treat us to lunch today."

Mo Xinzhi said happily, "Then let's go to Zuixianlou."

Xiao Xiangming said, "I've been there twice, and it wasn't very good. I heard there's a Guanzhong Noodle shop in the south of the city, it's also a century-old brand, let's go there and try it."

Mo Xinzhi's face drooped, but he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, I've been to that place. Brother Xiao, you know that noodle shop since you came to the capital. I heard that their ancestors came from Guanzhong, and they make authentic noodles."

Xiao Xiangming said: "Brother Mo said it is authentic, so it must be good."

Mo Xinzhi said honestly, "Others say it's authentic. I don't think it's as delicious as my eldest sister's."

After Xiao Xiangming arrived, he heard from his brother-in-law's brother-in-law and Sister Nie that the noodles made by Mo Xinzhi's sister, Madam He, were delicious.

I wonder what it would be like to make the eldest sister of the Nie family describe delicious noodles. I’m curious.

But I can't ask you to try the noodles your sister makes one day.

Wait until Mo's Restaurant opens and go and have a good taste. Brother Wang always says that Mo's Restaurant has opened and he takes them there to eat every day.

I went to that small shop. It wasn't big, but it was clean.

Xiao Xiangming first saw a painting hanging on the wall. He walked over to look at it, and when he saw the signature, he couldn't help laughing.

I wonder what my father would think when he saw his paintings hanging in a small shop in Beijing?

The shop owner was a middle-aged man in his forties. Seeing Xiao Xiangming standing in front of the painting, he proudly introduced it, "This was painted by Xiao Daru himself. Over thirty years ago, Xiao Daru ate a bowl of noodles at my house and painted this picture. At that time, I was less than ten years old and I was personally serving him. Xiao Daru even praised my good looks."

Xiao Xiangming looked at the shopkeeper. He was indeed a handsome man with a square face.

My father had been to the capital over thirty years ago, before he even existed. Unexpectedly, when he was still young and wild, he had painted a picture of winter plum blossoms, the most important of which was a young girl dancing with a sword beneath the winter plum blossoms.

I guess it’s because I ate hot noodles in winter and it heated my brain.

The shop owner asked, "We've had this painting hanging for thirty years. We refused to sell it to anyone who wanted to buy it. One year, it was almost stolen. Luckily, someone was sleeping in the shop."

Xiao Xiangming asked, "Will you sell this painting? The price is negotiable."

The man looked him up and down, and hearing his accent, which was from Guanzhong, he said, "Sir, you are from Guanzhong, right? We are actually from the same hometown. I won't sell this painting. While you are in Guanzhong, go ask Xiao Daru to find a painting for you."

Xiao Xiangming said with a smile: "I'm afraid he will beat me."

The shop owner thought, at your age, coming here and asking Xiao Daru to paint a picture for you, beating you up would be the least he could do.

Mo Xinzhi looked at the introduction on the wall near the counter and found that even if he ordered the most expensive item, the total cost would not be more than one or two taels of silver.

He also knew that Xiao Xiangming just wanted him to save money.

After ordering three bowls of noodles and a plate of boiled mutton, Xiao Xiangming took a bite and said it was okay.

Seeing Shang Yuanwu hadn't eaten a single bite of the mutton, he asked, "What's wrong with you today? You're not talking much, and you won't eat the mutton either."

Shang Yuanwu said, "I have a toothache due to inflammation."

He was really suffering from heatstroke. He ate chili peppers a couple of days ago and it made him feel so uncomfortable that he even had to sit on the toilet.

He said to the shopkeeper, "Give me a bowl of noodle soup."

He drank a bowl of noodle soup and only ate half of the noodles, which made Mo Xinzhi feel sorry for it.

Their father taught them from a young age not to waste food. Later, when he started farming on his own, he realized that every grain of rice is hard-earned.

At this time, a man was peeking at the door, and the shop owner walked over and kicked him out with a bad attitude, but from the tone of his voice, he didn't seem to be vicious.

Shang Yuanwu said, "Is he a beggar? Order him a bowl of noodles and give him some of what I left. It's so cold out here, so he can eat more."

The shopkeeper quickly agreed and served the noodles.

Mo Xinzhi heard the shopkeeper say to the man in the shop, "Eat this first. The customer ordered some noodles for you. After eating, go back to the temple and don't come out so often."

It can be seen that the shop owner has a kind heart. That person always comes to his shop. He was rude to him just now because there were customers present and he was afraid that the customer would mind.

When he entered the store, Xiao Jingming asked, "Are there many beggars on the street recently?"

The shopkeeper replied, "It's not very cold yet, so there aren't many beggars."

He pointed, "That guy just now had a problem here, so other stores wouldn't let him in. Since no one was in my store, I let him in to have a bowl of noodles and a bowl of soup. When someone else was in the store, they told him to leave and wait at the door."

When I heard him say that, I knew that this shop owner had a good heart. People who work in the restaurant industry hate beggars coming here every day and are afraid that no customers will come in.

Xiao Xiangming asked, "Where are his family members? I don't think he's that old, so why don't they take care of him?"

The shopkeeper said, "It's quite pitiful. He was only in his teens. When he was about ten, his father died of illness. His uncle wanted to take over his brother's land and spread rumors that his mother was not a decent child, saying that he was not his brother's child. His mother was so angry that she stabbed his uncle and then stabbed herself.

"Later, his uncle didn't die, but his mother did. I guess the child was frightened by what he saw with his own eyes, and his uncle definitely didn't support him and kicked him out. I don't know how he ended up in Beijing. Because he was a little stupid, the beggars bullied him. Later, an old lady took pity on him and sent him to the temple.

"He comes out every day to eat on the street. Even a teenager can't live without meat in a temple. With this shop, food is not a problem for me. As long as he comes, I can make him a bowl of noodles. I might even meet a kind customer who will order some for him. I know this because his fellow villagers came to the city to eat noodles at my shop and saw him talking."

He bowed again and said, "I would like to thank you all on behalf of my poor child."

Mo Xinzhi took out two taels of loose silver and said, "This is for you. When he comes back later, you can order him some noodles with a few pieces of mutton. It will warm him up in the cold winter. I will give him some more silver after a while."

The shopkeeper took it and said a lot of words of thanks, "Don't worry, sir, I will use this money for him. Our ancestors had to eat on the way from Guanzhong to the capital, and they met kind people. So our ancestors left a rule that if we meet the elderly, the weak, the sick, or beggars, we must give them some food, no matter how much."