Sir, don't be too bad

"It's so far from Dijing Tiancheng..." Xia Yiwan was a little surprised.

Si Mo doesn't seem like a delicious person, how could he notice that there are delicious private dishes in the remote alleys here?

"I used to come here when I was young, and my mother likes the food here." Simo explained.

Xia Yiwan suddenly realized.

After walking for about a minute, Simo pushed open a door on the right, and the goal he entered was a clean courtyard house with a bit of vicissitudes.

"Excuse me, do you have a reservation?" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who was sweeping fallen leaves in the yard raised his head and asked.

"Is Uncle Li still there?" Simo asked.

"Little Mo?" A gray-haired old man came out of the room upon hearing the sound, and looked at Simo in surprise.

The corners of Simo's lips rose: "Uncle Li, long time no see."

Soon, Xia Yiwan and Simo were let into the house.

The room was covered with dark red floors, and a whole set of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum hung on the clean white wall, which looked a bit old.

In front of the painting is a table of eight immortals. In the center of the table is a palm-high slender vase with a lily in it, which looks extraordinarily elegant.

"You haven't been here for a long time." Uncle Li looked at Simo, with a trace of sadness in his vicissitudes of life.

"Yeah, I haven't been here since I went abroad." Simo's eyes fell on the lily, his expression was a little dazed, "I thought you didn't open this shop anymore."

"If you don't open this, there's nothing to do." Li Bo said and stood up: "Your taste hasn't changed, has it?"

Simo smiled slightly: "No."

"Okay, then you can go around casually first, and I'll clean up right away." Li Bo said.

Simo nodded: "Okay."

After Uncle Li left, Simo got up and walked to the corner of the room, where there were some photos.

Xia Yiwan also followed, but was stunned after seeing it.

There are only a dozen or so photos in the frame, but at least half of the photos inside have Simo in his youth!

"I didn't expect Uncle Li to keep these photos." Simo raised his hand and slid across one of the photos.

There are three people in the photo, a beautiful and gentle woman, an extraordinary handsome man, and Si Mo who is smiling slightly.

"Are these your parents?" Xia Yiwan was curious.

She had never heard Simo mention her parents.

"Well, this was taken when I was just in the first year of junior high school." Simo's voice was gentle and low, which seemed a little depressed.

"You-mother is so beautiful." Xia Yiwan praised.

No wonder Si Mo looks so good-looking. It turns out that his parents' genes are too strong.

Si Mo curled his lips slightly when he heard the words: "My mother is a painter, and she likes people to praise her paintings the most, not her looks."

"I said why is he so temperamental, but he turned out to be a painter!"

Xia Yiwan leaned over as she spoke, then said "Huh" in surprise, and pointed to the right side of the photo: "Why is there a piece missing in this photo?"

She just discovered that the right side of the photo had been cut off by a third.

It was as if there was still a person there, but someone cut it off.

Simo looked at where she was pointing, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Have a cup of tea to warm yourself up." The boy who was sweeping the floor just now knocked on the door.

Xia Yiwan was afraid of the cold, so she hurried over to grab the teacup and was about to ask more questions when she saw Simo had already left the room.

Xia Yiwan shrugged, and stayed in the room to drink tea with peace of mind.

Just after drinking a cup of tea, the gate of the courtyard was slowly pushed open.

"Mom, this is here." The man's warm and dry voice came in, "This is the place where Aunt Qing often took me when I was young..."