Great Imperial Merchant

Cheng Weizhe's tea shop did not hire a very skilled chef.But the home-cooked dishes of the tea master who was doing the white case were still very good. When Cheng Weizhe didn't want to go home, he would mostly eat at the tea shop.

Today, in order to welcome Yang Zhongyuan and his son, Cheng Weizhe specially discussed four dishes and one soup with the master.Most of them are the things Yang Zhongyuan liked to eat when he was young.

A pot of chestnut chicken, a bowl of eight-treasure roast duck, a plate of steamed sea bass, a dish of twice-cooked pork, plus loofah green bean cured meat soup, a feast of reception is also decent.

The refreshment chef's cooking is a little sweeter, not too spicy, and the presentation is not very outstanding.But when Yang Zhongyuan saw this table dish, his eyes turned red involuntarily.

Seeing his son staring at the dishes without speaking for a long time, Zhou Quanxu couldn't help sighing: "Xiao Zhe, you have a heart. After all these years, you still remember what Xiao Yuan likes to eat."

Cheng Weizhe picked up a piece of chicken for Yang Zhongyuan and Zhou Quanxu, and then raised his teacup: "We grew up together, I don't remember, who should remember? Uncle Quan is not in good health, so we will drink tea instead of wine for this meal." Have a glass."

Zhou Quanxu patted his son's hand under the table, and then raised his teacup: "Your tea here is naturally the best. Uncle Quan is lucky today."

"Thank you." After his father finished speaking, Yang Zhongyuan took a deep breath and clinked glasses with Cheng Weizhe.

Cheng Weizhe didn't say anything, just drank the cup of tea with a smile, and then urged the father and son to eat hard.

Yang Zhongyuan ate a variety of meals when he was a child, and he never ate what he didn't like. He was picky and picky at every meal, and he didn't eat much.So this time, although Cheng Weizhe specially cooked more for the sake of looking good, he still had the idea of ​​continuing to eat at night if he couldn't finish the meal.

It's just that I didn't expect Yang Zhongyuan to be so vigorous when he grew up, and he ate half a bowl of rice in a moment like a wind sweeping away the clouds, his speed was frighteningly fast.

Cheng Weizhe and Zhou Quanxu were stunned, they stopped their chopsticks and watched him eat in a daze.

Yang Zhongyuan ate happily. After half a bowl of rice, he was about to drink tea to moisten his throat, but found that the other two stared at him without eating or drinking.Only then did he realize that his appearance just now was a bit too strange, his face turned red like a lantern, and it took him a long time to explain: "I eat a lot now... don't look at me, eat quickly."

"Oh." Cheng Weizhe and Zhou Quanxu looked at each other, then came back to their senses, and ate in silence.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became a little dull, Yang Zhongyuan gradually slowed down his eating speed, and tried his best to find a topic to talk about.

I don't know if it was the telepathy between father and son, or Zhou Quanxu really wanted to ask this question. Before Yang Zhongyuan could speak, he heard his father say: "Xiao Zhe, you are the same age as Xiao Yuan, and now you are twenty-four. Have you arranged for marriage?"

Coincidentally, Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan's hands holding the chopsticks paused, and after a while, Cheng Weizhe said: "Uncle Quan, you also know that I am still keeping my father's filial piety, and the marriage... is not in a hurry."

When he said this, Zhou Quanxu remembered, and said: "You also have a difficult marriage. After you tied your hair at the age of 14, two grandfathers passed away one after another. This filial piety lasted for six or seven years. Finally, you finally became filial piety in your twenties. Your father suddenly disappeared again, oh."

Hearing his father's words, Yang Zhongyuan felt relieved for some reason. He lowered his head and picked up his meal, trying to suppress those strange emotions in his heart.

Thinking of his father who died early, Cheng Weizhe's face darkened: "My father's life is really too short, and he left me before I could fulfill my filial piety. I really..."

After talking about it, Cheng Weizhe almost choked up. Although his father passed away three years ago, everything at that time seemed to have happened yesterday, and he couldn't forget it.

Seeing him so sad, Zhou Quanxu immediately comforted him: "Your father is a very good person. He used to be very kind to Xiao Yuan and took good care of me. Both father and son are very grateful to him."

The younger generation didn't know much about what happened back then, but he knew it.Zhou Quanxu has always been a person who says one thing and another thing, so he has a better impression of the kind and heroic Lin Shaofeng in his heart, and he hates Cheng Weizhe's father Cheng He more.

Yang Zhongyuan left home when he was young, so he didn't know much about the Cheng family's affairs. Among all the Cheng family members, only Cheng Weizhe's father, Lin Shaofeng, he was most familiar with, but he had almost no impression of his father.

He only vaguely remembered that Cheng He was a scholar who had studied hard for more than ten years, but in the end he was only admitted as a scholar, and no more.

The atmosphere on the table became more and more dull for a moment, Yang Zhongyuan saw that Cheng Weizhe was only in a daze, and hurriedly said: "Azhe, I am in a hurry to open the shop, and I haven't had time to make the signboard, why don't you help me write a big letter."

Cheng Weizhe came back to his senses, took a light breath, and said slowly, "Oh? All right, as long as my handwriting catches your eye, you can write as much as you like."

Yang Zhongyuan smiled at him, pulled his father's hand under the table, and said, "Thank you so much. If you don't want to cook later, just ask me to eat. My craftsmanship, be sure."

Knowing that he wouldn't say who he learned from, Cheng Weizhe didn't ask him how good his skills are, but just nodded his head as he agreed.

Cheng Weizhe looked happier now, seeing that Yang Zhongyuan had finished a bowl of rice, he got up and added another bowl for him: "Uncle Quan, don't just think about me, isn't Xiao Yuan old enough?"

As soon as the topic turned to Yang Zhongyuan, he stopped talking.Zhou Quanxu's face turned pale, and finally he said: "Xiao Yuan is not in good health, and we have no fixed place now, and it will not be too late to finish the house after we decide."

What he said was beyond what he said, and he didn't intend to propose a kiss to Yang Zhongyuan now.Cheng Weizhe was very surprised, but saw that both father and son looked unhappy, so he didn't continue to ask.

At their present age, many families got married early and had children. The two of them have dragged on until now. Cheng Weizhe's reason is because he has been keeping his filial piety, and Yang Zhongyuan's reason must not be this.

But the matter of fate is destined to coincide with the day, so there is no rush.Since Zhou Quanxu wasn't in a hurry, it's okay for the father and son to live like this.

Zhou Quanxu and Cheng Weizhe are good at speaking, and Yang Zhongyuan has been practicing outside for many years, so the atmosphere is quite harmonious afterwards.The three of them happily ate a welcome banquet, Yang Zhongyuan sent his father home, and returned to the tea shop with a guise of ordinary gamboge.

They took a long time to eat lunch. At this time, many people in Xueta Lane just woke up from their afternoon nap, sitting in twos and threes in the teahouse drinking tea, eating melon seeds and listening to books.

In summer, the weather is hot, and the tea shop is ventilated on all sides. The cheapest large bowl of tea is only five copper coins a cup, and melon seeds are five copper coins each. It only costs ten yuan, and you can spend an afternoon. It is a rare good place to cool off.

Yang Zhongyuan has been in and out of the tea shop several times these days, and the old customers all recognize him as the younger brother of the little boss, so seeing him now, they joked: "Brother Yang, I'm looking for your brother again."

What they said was a little ambiguous, but Yang Zhongyuan was not angry at all, and smiled and said to them: "Ladies and gentlemen, my noodle shop next door will open in a few days. If you like to eat noodles, you can Go and show your face, you are all regular customers here, and I will treat you to a herbal tea lunch, that's all right."

His words not only gave Cheng Weizhe face, but also those old customers. As soon as the words fell, other regular customers followed suit, saying that they would go to eat a bowl of noodles together.

Yang Zhongyuan responded with a smile, and then turned around to walk to the backyard.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he saw Cheng Weizhe leaning against the door, looking at him with a half-smile.

Yang Zhongyuan didn't want him to see such a philistine side of himself, but he lived next door to the tea shop, and he couldn't see him every day, so he pretended that it would be difficult to do business after all.Now that Cheng Weizhe saw it, he just smiled awkwardly and let it go.

"Are you busy with other things later?" Yang Zhongyuan walked back with him, asking as he walked.

Cheng Weizhe helped him open the door of the back room, and said with a smile, "I only manage this one shop. Where are there so many things? Where are you going?"

Seeing that he had prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones, Yang Zhongyuan hurriedly spread the cover that was neither long nor short on the desk.This room is mostly used by Cheng Weizhe when he eats and settles accounts, so the pen and ink are also complete.

Cheng Weizhe opened the ink cartridge on the desk, and inside were three ink sticks that were more than half used: "I have pine ink, Qu ink and Lingnan incense here, which one do you want to use?"

Qu ink is a famous ink produced in Quzhou. The ink is black and bright, and it is the best ink for inscribing poems.And Lingnan incense is the fragrant ink that is abundant in Lingnan. Although the ink is light in color, it has bursts of fragrance.Pine ink is the most common ink. It is very dark and heavy. Although it is not expensive, it happens to be suitable for writing pretense.

Yang Zhongyuan saw that he still had such a good thing as Lingnan incense, he couldn't help picking it up and playing with it for a while, and then he was reluctant to put it down: "Just use pine ink, it won't take long under this guise, and it can be knocked clearly from a distance. Yes."

"It's not easy. I'll write it for you in a larger size, so you can definitely see it at a glance. Tell me, what name did you name the shop?" Cheng Weizhe took the piece of pine ink out of the box, put it on the inkstone and began to grind it carefully .

Without thinking about it, Yang Zhongyuan opened his mouth and said, "Then please, Boss Xiao Cheng, please write me a big word 'noodles'. It's noodles made of silver silk noodles."

Cheng Weizhe was taken aback for a moment, then laughed after a while: "It's really your style, wonderful! Wonderful!"

"This shop is small, and there's not room for a few tables. I cook, wash dishes and serve dishes by myself. I'm busy enough to make pasta. I don't ask for anything else. It's enough to support our father and son." Standing by the table, Yang Zhongyuan looked down at the handwriting that Cheng Weizhe practiced on the paper.

Cheng Weizhe has been sensitive and eager to learn since he was a child, and his calligraphy has always won the praise of the teachers in the school. He not only knows the regular script used in books, but also dabbles in wild grass and Yan style. Boss, but Yang Zhongyuan was certain for no reason that his calligraphy must be much better than when he was a child.

Sure enough, Cheng Weizhe wrote him face characters in five or six styles of brushstrokes in one go.

Yang Zhongyuan looked at it for a long time, and finally chose the wild grass that looked the most free and easy. Although this word was written by Cheng Weizhe with extraordinary grandeur, it can be seen at a glance that it is the word "face", and there is no mistake in it.

"Your handwriting is good, just this one."