As soon as Chen Xing and the others came out of the restaurant, there was a patter of rain in the sky. It was not very heavy but extremely annoying.
Gu Lang picked up the umbrella beside him, opened it and lifted it above the heads of the two, covering them both in the rain.
The Fourth Miss of the Chen family who was standing by the fence on the second floor could clearly see that when Gu Lang was opening the umbrella, he purposely tilted the umbrella towards Chen Xing's shoulder, covering Chen Xing completely under it.
After the figures of the two disappeared into the hazy rain, Fourth Miss Chen slowly looked away, and said to the curious maid beside her, "It's nothing."
The servant girl looked at her lady's not-so-good face, and reminded her in a low voice, "Miss, madam said that Mrs. Zhao's family will be a guest tomorrow, so you should remember to go to Yanzhifang to buy some new rouge today."
After finishing speaking, the little servant girl saw that her young lady's face collapsed immediately, and she gave her a hard look. The little servant girl shrank her neck and dared not make a sound.
When Chen Ling'er thought of Mrs. Zhao's plump son, she felt disgusted for a while, especially after knowing that her mother still intended to betroth herself to that man, she felt even more unhappy in every possible way.
Thinking of Gu Lang who appeared just now, the contrast became more and more obvious.
The moment Gu Lang appeared, Miss Chen Si who was standing on the second floor immediately recognized him. After all, it is rare to see a man as good-looking as him. He showed a different demeanor from the man next to him.
Seeing that the young lady didn't know what to think and just stood still, the maid beside her finally couldn't help raising her head to look at her, and couldn't help but say again: "Miss?"
Chen Ling'er pulled away from her memories, looked at the trembling maid beside her, and said in a somewhat impatient tone, "I see, let's go to Yanzhifang to buy rouge first."
"Yes." Miss Jian finally let out a sigh of relief, and the servant girl let out a long breath, and asked the waiter in the store to inform their bearers to wait outside the restaurant.
While the little maid was doing these things, Chen Linger looked at the direction Gu Lang and the others left, wondering if there would be a chance to see Gu Lang again in the future.
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The weather is getting hotter every day, and the rain is getting less and less every day.
One morning, after Chen Xing woke up from the heat, he finally realized that the hot summer had come.
With the arrival of the high temperature in summer, there is also a decrease in passenger flow. After all, the weather is getting hotter, and steaming things are not so popular.
Mr. Fu came to Chen Xing's stall around noon, and while wiping the sweat from his forehead, he complained to Chen Xing: "Boss, you can only eat this food warm, otherwise it will be hot." The taste is not good. But the weather is too hot, no matter how delicious the food is, it can't stand the test of the scorching heat!"
After finishing speaking, Mr. Fu let out a long sigh. It seemed that it was really embarrassing for him to eat such hot food under high temperature.
Chen Xing had a good impression of this simple and honest son, he handed him the freshly prepared meal, and said with a light smile: "I will find a way to make some cooler food, so that I won't suffer so much. "
Hearing Chen Xing said that there is a new food, Mr. Fu's eyes lit up immediately. Looking at him, he said excitedly: "Little boss, you have to keep your word! I will definitely come to cheer you on when the time comes."
Chen Xing looked at him and smiled, "I always keep my word."
With Chen Xing's guarantee, Mr. Fu took his own meal, happily found a seat and sat down.
When Mr. Fu left, Chen Xing was ready to serve the next guest. The moment he looked up, he felt that the guest in front of him looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was for a while, so he looked at the guest and said with a smile: " Son, what do you want?"
The guest seemed to be here for the first time. Hearing Chen Xing's question, he looked down at the things on the stove, looked up at Chen Xing's clear eyes, and said with a gentle smile, "What do you have here?"
Chen Xing gave him a detailed introduction to his three dishes, focusing on the difference in spiciness between Douhua Rice and Mapo Tofu.
After the guest listened, he thought for a while in silence, and finally chose a bean curd rice and a less spicy dipping water.
Chen Xing responded, and ordered Qiu Jiu who was next to him to make a meal, while he quickly made him a less spicy dip.
Qiu Jiu next to him was making bean curds, and from the corner of his eye, he looked at the guest who was looking at Chen Xing with a smile, and then at the ignorant Chen Xing, struggling to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it.
The man took the tray from Chen Xing's hand, looked at Chen Xing and asked suddenly: "Is your business here okay?"
The man's question could be regarded as abrupt, but Chen Xing has been here for a long time and often meets all kinds of people, so he replied calmly: "The flow of people here is okay, and I am fine here."
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was a little happy with Chen Xing's answer. After he smiled at Chen Xing, he took the tray in his hand and went to find an empty seat to eat.
It was approaching noon at this time, even though Chen Xing's small stall was covered by a roof, the surrounding air was still very hot, so not many people came here to sit and eat, most of them just took it home and ate it.
Chen Xing glanced at the empty street, then at the almost empty barrel, and said to Qiu Jiu, "Close the stall, let's go back early."
"Okay!" Qiu Jiu responded, and quickly packed up his things.
When Chen Xing turned his head to clean up the tables and chairs, he saw that the man who had just been eating there had quietly left at some point, leaving only the empty bowls and the dipping water that lacked a little pepper.
Chen Xing silently put away the empty bowl. When he finished putting away the last bowl, his mind suddenly flashed, his eyes widened suddenly, as if thinking of something, he said to Qiu Jiu on the other side: "Qiu Jiu , I remembered!"
Qiu Jiu, who was carrying the wooden barrel to empty out the rest of the contents, looked at Chen Xing suspiciously.
I saw Chen Xing patted his thigh, looked at him and said in annoyance: "The man just now is the magistrate of the county! Why didn't I recognize it, I shouldn't have taken his money. If it wasn't for him, how could I have gotten it?" Such a nice stall."
The last time Chen Xing saw the county magistrate, the magistrate was still wearing an official uniform, but today he was wearing ordinary civilian clothes, but he would never mistake that slightly bookish face.
Just when Chen Xing was very annoyed, Qiu Jiu beside him said very calmly: "Since he can come this time, he must be able to come next time. When he comes next time, you can invite him to dinner again! "
Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, thinking that what Qiu Jiu said was right, he could invite him to dinner when the magistrate came next time!
Thinking of this, Chen Xing stopped being entangled, and instead actively packed up his things, preparing to close the stall and go back early.
When the two returned to Gu's mansion, the sun in the sky was already very poisonous. In order to prevent the weather from being too hot, they didn't have much appetite. Instead of cooking, Chen Xing cooked a pot of lean meat porridge with his hot and sour The radish can be called refreshing.
After finishing his meal, Chen Xing finished eating for a while, and then took a bag of hawthorns that he bought with his grandfather who passed by on the road.
Not long after Chen Xing started handling the hawthorns, Gu Lang strolled slowly to the backyard, moved a small bench and sat next to Chen Xing.
Sensing Gu Lang's approach, Chen Xing looked at him suspiciously, but after seeing Gu Lang smiled at him, he said in a gentle voice, "I have nothing to do, so I can help you with it."
Chen Xing was not awkward either, and handed him the remaining knife. After telling him to be careful, he taught him how to handle hawthorns.
Gu Lang looked at it for a while, and felt that he should know it, so he picked up a soaked hawthorn, and started to act seriously.
When Chen Xing finished handling the two hawthorns and wanted to see how Gu Lang was doing, he saw Gu Lang staring at the hawthorn in his hand with an unusually serious expression and a slight frown. A large piece has been hollowed out by him.
Seeing that Gu Lang, who handles everything with ease, was frustrated by this kind of thing, Chen Xing suddenly felt a little funny, but seeing Gu Lang's serious look, he held back.
Gu Lang put the processed hawthorn in his hand into a clean basin, looked at Chen Xing who was holding back his laughter, and said with absolute certainty: "You are laughing at me."
Chen Xing pursed his lips and shook his head desperately, trying to prove that he didn't.
Gu Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of threat on his usually pale face.
Chen Xing finally couldn't help laughing out loud, "Okay, I admit, I was laughing. But it's your first time dealing with this kind of thing, it's normal if you can't handle it well, don't be discouraged."
Gu Lang stared at his face for a long time, then lowered his head without saying a word, and picked up a hawthorn again to serve him. He didn't believe it anymore, there was still something he couldn't do.
Chen Xing watched him pursing his lips and silently competing with Hawthorn in secret, and suddenly felt that Gu Lang, who was not at all the same as his usual gentle and elegant, was a little childish and cute!
But soon, Chen Xing remembered that he had to follow along, otherwise Gu Lang would be alone, and he didn't know when it would take to get it, so he stopped looking after Gu Lang and devoted himself to dealing with the hawthorn.
After all the hawthorns were cleaned up, Gu Lang followed Chen Xing and took the processed hawthorns to the kitchen. Watching Chen Xing pour the hawthorns into the pot, he asked curiously: "Do you want to use these hawthorns to make What?"
Chen Xing measured the amount of water in the pot, and said without raising his head, "I'll make some hawthorn jelly. It's good for digestion and very appetizing. Maybe after you eat it, you'll be able to eat more."
Seeing Chen Xing's serious expression, Gu Lang was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect to hear such an answer.
When Chen Xing raised his head, he saw Gu Lang staring at him with a complicated face, thinking that he thought of the sour taste of hawthorn, and comforted him like coaxing a child, "Don't worry, I will add a lot of sugar to it, don't worry. It will be sour."
Gu Lang watched as he pursed his lips and said nothing, but his eyes deepened a little. How could he let go of such a person.