After Mrs. Han fainted, she stayed in bed for three days. It wasn't that she was unconscious for three whole days. In fact, she woke up at Old Blind Han's house. She just felt very suffocated and uncomfortable all over. She didn't want to get up and just sat there sulking with herself.
After getting angry, she comforted herself, saying that each of the nine sons of a dragon is different. The eldest son is a little stupid, but he is filial. He is the most filial among the children and listens to her in everything. Thinking of this, the anger in her chest was somewhat relieved.
"Mom, get up and eat something. I've just made some noodles for you. There's an egg in it and some sesame oil. It's delicious."
Han Ze walked in carefully holding the bowl.
Mrs. Han lay on her side, and couldn't help sniffing when she heard her son's words. The strong smell of sesame oil hit her face, and she secretly swallowed her saliva. She hadn't eaten anything in the past few days because she was angry, and her stomach had been growling in protest to her, but she was angry, and her son hadn't apologized to her yet. She had no way out, so how could she go downstairs to find food...
"Mom, don't be sad. It doesn't matter if I don't have a son. This is the fate God has given me. I don't blame or hate him. Just accept it naturally. So don't be sad. Hurry up and get up to eat."
There was no sign of reluctance in Han Ze's expression, and one could tell at a glance that he said this and thought this in his heart.
Mrs. Han turned around and looked at her eldest son's honest and sincere face. She suddenly sat up dejectedly. For the sake of family harmony, she could not confess to him that she had colluded with Blind Han to cheat several children. Now that her eldest son believed Blind Han's words so much, she was also half responsible.
But then I thought, Wu Hongmei gave birth to so many girls, and some of them were aborted as well. Even if the eldest son is destined to have a son, he may not give birth to a son if he is married to Wu Hongmei, such an unlucky daughter-in-law. I can't change my daughter-in-law just to have a grandson.
Everything is Wu Hongmei's fault, Mrs. Han said secretly. It doesn't matter if the eldest son believes what Blind Han says. She has many grandsons, so she can just adopt one of them to her eldest son in the future.
"Bring the bowl over here."
Mrs. Han figured it out and was no longer angry. While taking the bowl, she was thinking about which grandson would be suitable to adopt for her eldest son. When the noodles entered her mouth, she couldn't even describe how delicious they tasted. In short, she no longer had the heart to think about adopting a grandson.
After finishing a few bites of the noodles, Mrs. Han wiped her mouth with a look of unsatisfied feeling. The noodles cooked by Han Ze were really delicious, even better than those cooked by the chefs in the restaurants in town. She wanted to eat more, but her son was a male laborer, and she couldn't let him stay in the kitchen cooking every day. That would be too inappropriate.
"Mom, if you like it, I'll make it for you in the evening." Han Ze touched the back of his head and smiled naively.
Mrs. Han was about to refuse, the taste of the noodles still lingering in her mouth. She smacked her lips and said hesitantly, "Well, let's do it again?"
"Yes, as long as you like it, I can make noodles for you every day." Han Ze readily agreed, and then carefully asked Mrs. Han, "Mom, are the noodles delicious?"
"It's delicious. It's really delicious. I've never eaten noodles this delicious in my life."
Mrs. Han couldn't understand why she could eat just an ordinary bowl of noodles and still want to eat more.
"As long as it tastes good, as long as it tastes good." Han Ze's face was full of smiles. "Mom, the old blind uncle really didn't lie to me. Now I finally know why he said I have a pair of skillful hands. You see, the noodles I roll are different from those rolled by others."
"... ..."
Mrs. Han wondered, could she take back what she had just said
"So, I've decided."
"What decision?" Mrs. Han suddenly had a bad feeling.
"I'm going to sell noodles in town. I want to earn money and buy a house for my daughter in the city." Han Ze vowed and announced very solemnly: "I want to make a fortune and raise my son-in-law into a son."
Her premonition came true. Mrs. Han rolled her eyes and felt like fainting again.
Han Ze quickly supported her and said, "Mom, don't be so happy that you faint. I want to earn money and take you to live in the city."
"It's almost like pie falling from the sky." Mrs. Han said unhappily.
Han Ze's eyes lit up and he said, "Mom, you don't believe it either, do you? But what the old blind uncle said must be true. I was born with talents that will be useful. It's time for me, Han Ze, to show my talents and make a fortune."
Mrs. Han spat inwardly, "Old blind uncle, old blind uncle, if someone doesn't know, they would think you are Old Blind Han's son."
"Mom, you rest at home. I made a bowl of noodles for old blind uncle and will bring it to him soon." After saying this, he walked out without waiting for Mrs. Han's consent.
"Oh my God, what sin have I committed?" Mrs. Han lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She has never felt so aggrieved since she sent her parents-in-law to the grave. But the one who made her feel aggrieved was her honest, filial and simple-minded eldest son. In the past, she was so proud of her son's honesty and filial piety, but now she hates her son's honesty and filial piety. Can't she be a little smarter
Being sold and still helping others count money is as stupid as a pig.
...
Han Laoxia drank the last drop of soup in the bowl, still not satisfied, licking his lips...
"How's the old blind uncle?" Han Ze stretched his neck and asked expectantly.
Hearing the urgency in Han Ze's words, Han Laoxia raised his eyebrows and took back the praise that was about to come out of his mouth. He said instead: "It's just so-so. Why don't you make another bowl for me to try? Maybe your cooking skills will improve."
Han Ze pointed at Han Lao Xia and laughed, saying, "Look at you, Lao Xia uncle, you are so accurate in fortune telling, why did you lie to me just for your stuttering? If you want to eat the noodles I made, just tell me directly. My mother ate this noodles at home and she said it was delicious."
"... ..."
Han Ze didn't care about the old blind man's reaction and continued, "Uncle Blind, I just came to ask you for advice. What do you think is a reasonable price for a serving of this noodle?"
How much is a suitable serving
Han Laoxia touched his chin and said: "It can't be too expensive. If it's too expensive, no one will buy it."
"Uncle, just talk about the noodles I made. Have you ever tasted this kind of food anywhere else?" Han Ze was very confident in his cooking skills. How could no one buy his food
"Definitely not." Old Han was thinking that he couldn't let Han Ze set the price of noodles too high, otherwise he wouldn't be able to afford it. He replied subconsciously without paying attention. After he finished speaking, he realized what he had said and secretly cried out in trouble.
"See, old blind uncle, you also said you haven't eaten noodles this delicious?" Han Ze's honest face was full of pride at the moment, "I always buy the best things, and the food is the same. I will definitely choose the one that tastes good. How could no one buy it? Old blind uncle, I know you like the noodles I make, but you're afraid that they're too expensive. Don't worry, from now on, I won't charge you for noodles whenever you come to eat them."
"Really?" Han Laoxia felt like pie had fallen from the sky and asked uncertainly.
"Uncle, you still don't believe me?" Han Ze said with a smile, "When have I ever broken my word?"
That’s true.
Han Lao Xia thought about it and adjusted his attitude. He said that this kid was not stupid: "Han Ze, since you are so sincere, Lao Xia uncle has one more thing to say. The taste of your noodles can't be made even by the chefs in the provincial capital's big hotels. They sell a serving of noodles for several yuan. Your noodles are better than theirs. How much do you think you should sell them for?"
"How much should it sell for?" Han Ze looked at him eagerly.
Old Han stretched out his index fingers and made a cross.
"Ten dollars?"
Old Han nodded in a pretentious manner.
"It's too expensive, who can afford it?" Han Ze frowned.
Han Lao Xia was about to say that ten yuan was too expensive, eight or six yuan would be fine, but Han Ze spoke again: "But I believe what Lao Xia said. If you say that the noodles I make can be sold for ten yuan, then I can definitely sell them for ten yuan. After all, the noodles I make are delicious."
Han Laoxia: "..."
If my words touch your heart, you should choose to believe them. If they don’t touch your heart, then I am deliberately lying to you.
No wonder you believed me so much when I told you that you would not have a son. I even thought that the fortune-telling skills I inherited from my ancestors were really accurate.
I cursed inwardly, you little bastard, why are you so generous and let me take the blame for you!