"Hey, Brother Liu, where are you going?"
A man dressed as a scholar called out to a pedestrian who was walking hurriedly with a fan covering his head.
The man turned around blankly: "Brother Li, why are you here?"
"I just went to the bookstore in front and bought a stack of rice paper. What about you? Why are you walking over there in the middle of the day?" The scholar surnamed Li was very puzzled.
"The breakfast shop on the street ahead has recently started doing business at noon. I heard that Brother Zhu and his friends went there to eat yesterday. They said the food was novel, cool and appetizing. They went there again today. I want to try it too." The man surnamed Liu said, "Brother Li, do you want to join us?"
The man surnamed Li hesitated for a moment, his hand unconsciously pinched the purse hanging on his waist, and finally nodded, and followed the man surnamed Liu to Mingfeng Street.
When they arrived at the door of Jiang's shop, they found that the awning hanging outside was put up today. The awning was covered with a thick layer of black cloth, which blocked the hot sun outside and made the shop look cooler.
Before Liu entered the room, he found that the place was almost full, except for a table in the corner, where there was still an empty seat. The scholars sitting there were their companions. They were all concentrating on eating, and no one was talking. This was completely different from the scene he imagined, where they would drink and talk about the past and the present.
"Please come in, gentlemen." Before he could walk over there, Tang Lin, a waiter in the shop, came over with a smile.
"We are with them. Let's pick out the best wine and food in the store and serve some more."
Tang Lin said a little embarrassedly: "Sir, our shop only sells one kind of food at noon, called cold noodles. We don't have other dishes here."
The scholar surnamed Liu was shocked and confused: "You can come up with so many different kinds of breakfast, but you only sell one kind of food at noon?" Isn't this the opposite? Can business really work like this
"Yes, we are short of staff in our shop, so we can only make this for lunch. But this cold noodle is refreshing and delicious. Would you like some? Your companions also eat this."
Liu frowned, thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll have two servings of... Liangpi."
Tang Lin asked the two people about their tastes and told Da Niu, who was in charge of serving the dishes. After a while, Da Niu came over with two full plates of cold noodles and two small bowls of mung bean soup and placed them on their table.
Mr. Liu was complaining that they didn't explain it earlier, which made him lose face, but he didn't expect that the cold noodles would be served so quickly. The colorful bowl made people's appetites grow, and if they got closer, they could feel a cool breeze blowing on their faces. In this hot summer, eating such a bowl of cold noodles and drinking a bowl of mung bean soup really made people feel extremely comfortable.
The scholar surnamed Li was no longer as anxious as before. When he first stepped into the store, he saw the price tag at the door that read "15 Wen for cold noodles". This lunch was much more affordable than the food and wine they had previously spent hundreds of Wen on a table at the restaurant.
The cold noodle business was good, and the shop assistants were all very happy. As the owner of the shop, Jiang Miao was naturally happy too. But this kind of happiness could only last for a short while on his face. He would often sigh quietly while smiling. The shop assistants were a little confused, and they didn't understand what their shop owner was worried about.
Recently, Jiang Miao has been a little anxious and often can't sleep at night. Even if he does fall asleep, he doesn't feel restless and is always awakened by a dream in the middle of the night.
He couldn't remember what happened in the dream after he woke up, but the uncomfortable feeling remained. This made Jiang Miao a little panicked. He had always been in good health, so why did he suddenly suffer from insomnia and dreaminess
If he had a cell phone at this time, he would definitely ask Baidu to see what was wrong with his body. Generally speaking, Baidu would start with cancer, but after seeing the worst possibility, he would go to the doctor, so that he would be more likely to accept whatever the doctor said.
After struggling for a few days, Jiang Miao came to the clinic with a nervous mood and told the doctor about his symptoms. The old doctor with a white beard frowned and took Jiang Miao's pulse for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion - worrying too much.
To put it simply, there is nothing wrong with my body, I just think too much.
Jiang Miao took the two doses of tranquilizing soup that he had obtained from the doctor after much persuasion, and he was finally relieved. As long as he was fine, it was good. But, what was this excessive worrying about
Jiang Miao returned to the Jiang residence and was about to go to the kitchen to boil the medicine himself, but Butler Wu saw him and snatched his medicine bag without saying a word and took it to the kitchen, not giving Jiang Miao any chance.
Jiang Miao sat in the room, holding his head up and thinking for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what he was worrying about. His career was developing well, and his business was booming. The daily income was enough for him to step firmly into a well-off family. In terms of family affection, Xiao Shitou was studious and motivated, well-behaved and sensible, and his relatives in his hometown were hardworking and pragmatic, pure and honest, and did not hold him back.
Forget about love. If nothing unexpected happens in his life, he will be tied to Pei Che. Good brothers, for life.
Seeing that the wedding date was approaching... Wait, Jiang Miao suddenly slapped his thigh. He understood why he was worrying too much! He was probably a little afraid of marriage! It was all Pei Che's fault. Every time he went to the Imperial College, that guy would mention the wedding date, and he was just short of putting a countdown on his face like the college entrance examination.
Thinking of this, Jiang Miao's face instantly fell. If he had known it was because of this, he would have skipped the two doses of the tranquilizing soup, causing him to waste money. Fortunately, he had asked the doctor before, and the doctor said that people without any illness could also take the tranquilizing soup.
Just as he was thinking about it, Butler Wu brought the calming soup. He stood beside Jiang Miao and looked at him with an expression that seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
Jiang Miao took a sip of the tranquilizing soup carefully and found that something was put in it, and it tasted slightly sweet. Jiang Miao's mood instantly improved, thinking that when he had time, he would go to Wu's southern food shop to buy some dry goods and cook sweet soup. It is easy to get dry in the summer, so drinking some moisturizing sweet soup is just right.
"Butler Wu, is there something on my face?" Jiang Miao noticed Butler Wu's gaze. He touched his face and thought he had embarrassed himself.
"If there is nothing, why are you looking at me like that?"
Butler Wu paused and said, "I want to know what happened to you. How come you came back with two doses of medicine after just a short time out?"
"Well!" Jiang Miao scratched his head. "Isn't it summer now? I must have caught a heat stroke in the store, so I asked the doctor to prescribe two doses of medicine. It's okay, don't worry, you'll be fine after taking the medicine."
Jiang Miao made up an excuse. He couldn't say that the reason for worrying too much was his fear of marriage, right
Butler Wu understood. He nodded, put Jiang Miao's empty bowl on the tray and took it out. Before leaving, he glanced at Jiang Miao, which made Jiang Miao feel strange.
Looking at Butler Wu's back, Jiang Miao felt a little emotional. As expected, everyone has curiosity, and once it is not satisfied, they will be anxious.
At noon the next day, the store was busy. Suddenly, a horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the store. Two tall, dark-skinned men came down from it, carrying something.
Before Jiang Miao got close, he felt waves of icy cold coming towards him. He looked into the basket they were carrying and saw that it was full of large chunks of ice that emitted a chilling air.
"You two, what is this?"
"You are Shopkeeper Jiang, right? We are here to deliver ice to you. From now on, we will deliver a basket of ice to you at this time every day." One of the two big men went out and brought back a pair of copper long-necked kettles. There were many small holes around the kettle, and the cold air just radiated from the small holes. Moreover, this design could also prevent the ice from melting too quickly.
"Wait, it seems that we don't have ice for sale in our store." Jiang Miao said quickly.
Daliang's winter ice storage and saltpeter ice-making technology were well developed. When summer came, the wealthy merchants in the city would spend money to buy ice for cooling. Although the price was expensive, it was still in short supply, and many people still bought ice.
Jiang Miao had inquired about the price of ice cubes and was shocked when he heard it. Ice was so expensive that it seemed that he would not be able to use it in the future. Now someone was sending ice to his store, but he did not dare to accept it, fearing that the next moment the two people would take out the bill and ask him to sign and pay.
The two men looked at each other and whispered, "Manager Jiang, this shop is under the name of the prince, which means it is your own shop. Butler Wu sent a message saying that you were overheated in the shop and asked us to send a basket of ice every day."
Jiang Miao finally understood what the look in Wu's eyes meant yesterday. It was all because he lied yesterday that Wu had someone send ice over. How much would such a big basket of ice cost! He didn't know if the daily turnover of Jiang's shop could cover this basket of ice.
Jiang Miao asked Daniu to put the ice into two long-necked pots, and then put one upstairs and one downstairs. The remaining ice was put into basins, one of which was placed in the kitchen to hold the cold noodles and mung bean soup, and the other was placed in the room to help Pei Mu cool down.
I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but when I returned to the shop in front of me, I really felt a little cooler. Customers also tried to get closer to the copper pot, and some of them even put their hands on the pot to feel the coolness directly.
When Jiang Miao returned home in the evening, just as he was about to talk to Butler Wu about this, he saw a man walking out of the house. With a face as handsome as the bright moon, who else could it be but Pei Che
"Why are you here?"
"Are you feeling better?"
They both said at the same time, one with a surprised tone, the other with concern.
"Uh..." Jiang Miao didn't know what to say.
Pei Che smiled, took a step forward, took Pei Mu's hand, and led them inside.
"I asked for leave from Si Ye and will rush back tomorrow morning. Butler Wu sent me a letter yesterday saying that you were suffering from the heat. I happen to own an ice shop, so I asked him to send you some. Did you receive it? Are you feeling better today?"
“… Those are just minor problems. They can be cured immediately by taking some medicine. Why do I need any ice? I’d better keep them and sell them.” Jiang Miao felt a little embarrassed.
Pei Che turned around, looked at him with gentle eyes, and said: "Your health is more important. I have enough money."
After hearing this, Jiang Miao felt envious and jealous. Someone actually said in front of him that he already had enough money! He couldn't help but be curious about how much wealth Pei Che had to feel that he already had enough money.
Looking at Jiang Miao who was unconsciously daydreaming, Pei Che felt a little annoyed. Knowing that this guy only cared about money, why did he add the last sentence
(End of this chapter)