The wharf in Qingshui Town was as lively as ever, ships came one by one, merchant ships left and passenger ships came again.
At best, Qingshui Town is just a supply station. The place is small and there are not many people. People usually don't stay here for a long time, just to replenish food and rest.
But gradually, as the business between Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan grew bigger and more prosperous, many businessmen who came and went heard about it, and heard that Qingshui Town produced several kinds of particularly delicious food, which made people eat Still want to eat.
So many merchant ships chose to stop at Qingshui Town, and then asked around to find that it was quite delicious. After a meal, those people found Wang Jicheng again, asking him to provide more fried dough sticks for them to eat on the way.
Naturally, Wang Jicheng would not push the business out.
Once there is someone who says it is delicious, he will publicize it everywhere, and soon after the publicity, merchant ships dock one after another to buy a large amount from Wang Jicheng.
In this way, Qingshui Town became more and more lively, and the merchant ships and passenger ships passing by would go to Quite Deli or Wang Jicheng to buy a batch of food to take away.
It was another sunny and sunny day, and another passenger ship from the south docked at the South Wharf of Qingshui Town.
The people on the boat disembarked one after another, and the last ones disembarked were two middle-aged couples in their forties, and their clothes looked ordinary, but the man's husband looked very beautiful, and he was still charming at his age. still exist.
Two people followed behind them, one was an elderly man about the same age as the two in front, and the other was a young man in his twenties...
Many passers-by kept looking at them, mainly because Ah Mo, who was in his forties, was too conspicuous.
"Master, madam, the young master and the others should not be in the town. You and the old lady will wait here, and the subordinates will find a car." A man with an ordinary appearance, a strong figure, and a paralyzed face bowed down and said respectfully, If Zhong Ziqi and the others were here, they would definitely be able to recognize that this person was none other than Shen Yubei's confidant Hongying.
The two people who were called Master and Madam by Hongying were none other than Zhong Ziqi's grandfather and grandma. After a long journey, they finally came to Qingshui Town.
"Let's go together." Father Shen waved his hand to let him lead the way.
"Master, please walk slowly." Shen Amo hurriedly supported Shen's father's arm.
"That's right, sir, let's walk slowly. It's important to pay attention to your health."
The man in his forties said with a smile that he is the chief steward of Shen's residence. He has served Shen's father for more than 30 years and has always been loyal. All major and minor matters in the residence have to go through his hands.
Father Shen said angrily: "I am in good health, I don't need your help." After speaking, he left the two of them and strode forward.
Shen Wangshi and the butler looked at each other and hurriedly followed.
Hongying heard from his master that the two young masters are no longer quite delicious, so Hongying went straight to the car dealership and rented a carriage with a carriage. The master and wife naturally sat in it, while Hongying sat on the left Driving the carriage, the butler sat on the right and watched the scenery.
At this time, Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan are busy making stewed pork at home. Although the house for their work has been built, manpower is still a problem. Zhao Zhengan is looking for manpower these two days. Before he finds them, It can only be done by the two of them.
The two of them had just made the portion they would use tomorrow, and while they were drinking water in the house, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Zhao Zheng'an got up and went out to open the door. Usually no one came to their house, so he didn't know who it was at this moment.
Zhao Zhengan was stunned for a moment when he walked over to open the door, and after a while he came back to his senses and said in surprise, "Grandpa, grandma, are you here? Why didn't you send someone to pick you up?"
Outside the door, Father Shen walked around the stupid Zhao Zhengan with his hands behind his back, "It's so close, why would I bother you, it's not that you have no hands or feet."
"Eh... I'm afraid you won't find it." Zhao Zhengan scratched his head.
"There's Hongying here." Zhong Ziqi's grandmother said, patting Zhao Zhengan's arm.
"Zheng'an, who is it?"
Seeing that Zhao Zhengan hadn't come back for so long, Zhong Ziqi could only hear the voice of talking, so she put on her shoes and came out.
The two sides were stunned when they met. The first thing Zhong Ziqi saw was a strange old man. Ahem, the old man was not appropriate, but it was indeed a man with gray hair standing not far from him. Then he saw Standing side by side with Zhao Zheng'an and looking at him in the same way, a very unfamiliar Ah Mo, finally he saw Hong Ying, and Zhong Ziqi's eyes flashed with clarity.
Father Shen and Amo Shen walked forward a few steps excitedly.
"Like...it's too similar." Father Shen muttered to himself, his hands trembling.
Shen Amo was even more excited, and rushed forward to hold Zhong Ziqi's hand, choked up and said, "Brother Qi. I am your grandmother, he is your grandfather... You and your Amu are really... really too similar."
Zhong Ziqi was a little overwhelmed by the exciting scene in front of her, she looked at Zhao Zhengan for help, Zhao Zhengan shrugged and said that she was helpless. Zhong Ziqi could only obediently call someone first: "Grandpa, grandma."
"Hey..." Father Shen and Amo Shen responded at the same time.
Zhong Ziqi said with some embarrassment and embarrassment, "Grandfather, grandma, let's go into the room and talk."
"Okay, let's go into the room and talk." Shen Amo nodded, wiped away her tears, and helped Shen's father into the room.
"Is this the new house you built?" Amo Shen looked around and asked.
"Yes, I just moved in not long ago." Zhong Ziqi said with a smile.
Father Shen also looked at the surrounding environment and furnishings, nodded: "Very good."
A few people sat in the room and chatted for a while, Zhong Ziqi saw the tired faces of the few people and said: "Grandfather, grandma, you must be tired all the way, I will cook for you."
"Brother Qi, don't be in a hurry. Your grandfather and I want to visit your mother first." This is what they are anxious about. They want to talk to their son, whom they haven't seen for more than ten years.
Zhong Ziqi's grandmother shed tears as she thought about it.
"Master, madam, I know the way, so let me take you there." Hong Ying said with a slumped face, and glanced at Zhong Ziqi, who was obviously inconvenient.
Father Shen and Amo Shen obviously also knew that their grandson was pregnant: "Okay. You can take us there, Ziqi should rest at home."
Zhao Zheng'an wanted to go with him, but Shen's father refused.
Only Hong Ying followed, and the butler also stayed here.
Zhong Ziqi obviously didn't know him yet, so she asked suspiciously, "Who is this?"
The big housekeeper smiled kindly: "My name is Shen Qing, and I am the housekeeper of the Shen residence. Young master, you can just call me the housekeeper."
"I'll call you Uncle Shen." Zhong Ziqi said, still a little uncomfortable calling the butler.
"Okay, just listen to the young master." The big housekeeper squinted his eyes and smiled, his eye sockets were also a little red, obviously also thinking of Zhong Ziqi's E-Mu, who he had seen growing up since he was a child.
Zhong Ziqi sat in the room and chatted with the butler for a few words, and then went into the kitchen. He didn't know their tastes, so he could only cook a few dishes with strong and light tastes.
He still had some drums in his heart, he didn't know how to get along with them, his heart was in a mess, and he just calmed down in the kitchen and got his head together. His grandfather and grandmother seemed very kind, although his grandfather looked a little serious, but Zhong Ziqi could tell that he treated him very softly, and he was never as stern as Zhao Zhengan said. This way they can get along better.
"Uncle Shen, how is grandfather's health recently? Is it better?"
In the room, Zhao Zhengan asked the housekeeper that he and Zhong Ziqi were still very concerned about the health of their grandfather.
"He's fine. You know he's got a heart problem, and he won't be able to get rid of it for a while." The butler shook his head with a sigh.
"Hey..." Zhao Zheng'an also sighed: "I hope my grandfather can think about it after seeing E-Mum. After all, there are me and Ziqi, and the great-grandson will come out soon."
The butler also laughed: "Yes, the master actually likes children the most, but Master Bei has never been married."
"Maybe it's fate that hasn't arrived yet."
"Maybe… "
About an hour later, Father Shen and the others came back supporting each other, and everyone tacitly ignored their red eyes.
"Grandfather, grandma, you came back just in time, we're going to have dinner, you have a taste of Ziqi's cooking, good job!" Zhao Zhengan changed the subject with a smile.
The butler nodded appreciatively. He still likes Zhao Zhengan very much. He is smart, quick-witted, and has good eyesight. Anyone who sees him will praise him.
"Okay, your grandfather and I will have a taste of Ziqi's craftsmanship." Amo Shen said with a forced smile.
Soon, Zhong Ziqi's meals were ready, because he was in a hurry and there were not many ingredients, so he didn't make a few, but made one soup dish, two meat dishes, two vegetarian dishes, and the stewed pork that was prepared in the morning. Made a plate. Hongying and the butler couldn't eat with them because of their status. Zhong Ziqi had already prepared and opened another table for them in the kitchen.
"Grandfather, grandma, try my cooking, I don't know if it suits your taste." Zhong Ziqi served a meal for several people, sat down and said.
Shen Amo was the first to move his chopsticks, and after only taking a bite of the dish, he immediately praised: "It's delicious, Ziqi's cooking skills are good. You should try it too."
Amo Shen picked up a dish with chopsticks for Father Shen, Father Shen picked it up and tasted it, and nodded: "It's not bad."
"As long as you like it, let's eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while." Zhong Ziqi said with a smile and narrowed her eyes.
In the kitchen, the butler was eating, and said as he ate, "Young master's skills are no worse than the cooks in our house, and I even think it tastes better than him. What do you think, Hongying?"
"..."
Hongying didn't reply, his face was expressionless, and the speed of eating was as fast as locusts crossing the border. The housekeeper who watched was speechless.
But he was afraid of being eaten up by him, so he had to show his old face and compete with him for food. Who told the young master to make such delicious dishes.