Shui Qingshan looked at the time. It was 9:40 in the evening. There should be no diners coming so late, right
But he is not afraid, even if there are not a dozen friends here, as long as he yells, at least twenty or thirty people will rush out of Mingde Lane to help.
The relationship between neighbors in the old alley is like this. Even if there are some bumps and bruises on weekdays, when something happens, they will definitely deal with it collectively.
After thinking for a while, he opened the store door.
The person who appeared in front of everyone was a woman in her forties. She was not pretty, but she looked very elegant.
Wearing a dress, she held a stylish hat in one hand and pushed a suitcase in her hand, like a tourist.
"Sorry, madam, we have closed tonight." Shui Qingshan said to her, "How about you come back tomorrow morning?"
"I… "
The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, then said apologetically: "I have just finished taking care of my mother's funeral. I will fly back to Los Angeles tomorrow morning. I will never return to China again... I heard that your place is "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles" The birthplace of China, if, if possible, could you just cook a bowl of noodles for me?"
No one in the room spoke at this time, so everyone could hear the middle-aged woman's words clearly.
"Sister, please sit inside!" Xia He stood up immediately, "But there are no fresh noodles at home. Can I cook you a bowl of dry Yangchun noodles?"
"Okay, thank you! Excuse me!" the middle-aged woman said gratefully.
Shui Qingshan easily carried her suitcase in, "Well, sister, you find a place to sit down and I'll cook noodles for you right away."
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the open operation room.
Although there are only dry noodles, there are also seasonings and spice powders. The noodles will definitely be above the standard when cooking a bowl, and Shui Qingshan doesn’t have to worry about ruining the sign.
When the middle-aged woman sat in the corner, she sat so quietly without speaking, which made people feel the deep fatigue on her body.
This kind of fatigue is not only physical, but also spiritual.
Because of her, Zhu Mei and others did not speak anymore, and could only watch Shui Qingshan and his wife cooking noodles.
As a couple from the Shui family who have been cooking noodles professionally for more than ten years, although they are not great chefs, they can still make a bowl of Yangchun noodles without any problem, especially with Shen Huan's spice powder. Have confidence.
Five minutes later, a simple bowl of Yangchun noodles was brought to the middle-aged woman by Shui Qianyu, "Auntie, your Yangchun noodles."
The middle-aged woman looked at her and forced a smile, "You are Shui Qianyu, right? What a cute little sister."
"Thank you, aunt."
Shui Qianyu showed a sweet smile, "You can't look back on the past. Only by looking forward to the future can we live a better life!"
"Thanks!"
The middle-aged woman nodded slightly.
The Shui Qianyu in front of her reminded her of herself 30 years ago. How nostalgic those years were.
She turned to look at the refreshing and steaming Yangchun noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions, and she felt a little lost.
After a moment, she picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of noodles into her mouth.
Second bite, third bite...
As she ate, her tears suddenly flowed out.
Drop by drop rolled down from the eye sockets, gradually forming a line.
But she didn't make a sound, and her whole body seemed to be like a statue, motionless.
Three minutes later, she was still like this.
Except for the tears that continued to flow on the table, there was no sound at all.
Even the atmosphere of the entire noodle shop was a little weird.
"She's not in the right state!" Zhu Mei said with a well-informed frown, "This is an extremely sad state! If it continues, it will cause great harm to her mind!"
"What should we do?" Xia He was shocked, "Should I wake up her mother?"
"Don't go!" Zhu Mei quickly grabbed her, "If you go and disturb her suddenly, it will easily frighten her mind. She may suffocate immediately, or even... it may be more serious!!"
"Do we just have to wait for her to wake up?" Shi Liyou frowned and said, "If she is so mentally and physically exhausted, the possibility of sudden death still exists!"
"no way!"
Zhu Mei smiled bitterly and said, "It's better to be still than to move. It's better to wait and see..."
"Let's just call an ambulance first!" One person suggested, "If this is Brother Shui's place... I'm afraid it won't be a good thing, right?"
"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about?" Ding Lun spat, but he agreed, "Call an ambulance. If something happens to her, it will be easier to rescue her."
"Yeah, okay." Shui Qingshan agreed.
After all, this is a place where business is done. If this middle-aged woman has any shortcomings, it would be really unlucky.
Even if he doesn't regret letting the middle-aged woman come in to eat noodles, it doesn't mean that he is willing to be exposed to bad luck.
"Ding dong!"
Shen Huan and Shui Qianyu were sitting aside watching the excitement, when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in their mind.
"Zhang Helen is currently in the stage where a bowl of Yangchun noodles reminds her of her relationship with her mother. Her mind has been completely immersed in the past, and she cannot pull it out, which can easily cause an accident! The kind and great system decided to give The stupid host has a chance to save her life. Please play and sing a guitar song so that she can recover!"
Damn it!
Shen Huan almost didn't curse. It's 2014, an era of scientific medical treatment! !
A guitar song can save people. Are you kidding me
But he has no other choice. Since the system has issued a task, he must try his best to complete it.
Because the previous spice powder and guitar (elementary) skills have proved that the "I don't want others to be better than me" system is not so rubbish, and the things it distributes are quite useful.
In this strange yet familiar world, if you have its help, you can live well.
So constantly doing tasks and getting rewards is the best way.
Besides, I still haven’t received the reward for a guitar song!
Could it be that "I can't bear to see others being better than me" have already anticipated such a day
But what songs can be found in such a hurry
Shen Huan's thoughts kept turning.
He didn't graduate from any music school, and he had only heard of those classic songs. Otherwise, he would have made hundreds of songs and sold them for money.
It is really difficult for him to reasonably find a song that suits the mood of a middle-aged woman at this time.
what to do…
what to do…
Shen Huan's eyes looked everywhere, hoping to find some inspiration.
Suddenly, Shen Huan saw something on the middle-aged woman's table. It was as if a strange meridians had been opened, and a familiar song appeared in his memory.
right!
That’s it!