Chapter 3563: Talent

ngtang nodded slightly.“This old geezer is the headmaster of this academy,” she added.He turned his head to look at her, surprise showing in his eyes beneath the face mask.She seemed surprised that sh...“I was the one who spoke incorrectly earlier. Let me take a sip as penance. Please forgive me, sir.”

After Yang Ruqing finished speaking, she tilted her head back and drank the wine in the bowl to the very last drop.

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Damn, this wine is really inferior, it's probably the kind that costs only a few cents to make a whole jug.

Seeing Yang Ruohua drink so readily, as an apology, the face of Wǔ Zhǎnguì also softened a few points.

"Young lady, don't be afraid. I'm not angry with you, I have a grudge with the family next door, and it has nothing to do with you."

Master Wu spoke in a low voice, then raised his cup and took a large gulp. He sat there, his brow furrowed, sighing deeply.

Seeing this, Yang Ruohua knew that the wine had gone into sorrow and Wu shopkeeper wanted to vent.

So, she quickly poured full glasses of wine for the two men before them, her hands resting on her chin in anticipation of Wǔ掌櫃's story...

"Master Wu glanced at the hall and said to himself, 'I'm not afraid you'll laugh, miss, but Master Wu is turning thirty this year. I grew up in this shop as a child.'"

“Our Wu family has been making pancakes since my great-grandfather's time, originating from He Lan Zhou,”

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Later, the He Lan Zhou suffered a drought, and the whole family starved to death. My grandfather, carrying our family's pancake tools, fled to the capital city.

"By selling pancakes at the night market, my grandfather married my grandmother and had my father."

Later, I set up a small shop and started making pancakes. All the neighbors on the street loved our Wu family's pancakes.

"My grandmother made things in the house's workshop, while my grandfather carried a load on his back and shouted to sell them on the street."

"In this way, our Wu family's pancakes became better and better, and we opened two or three branches on one street."

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"By my father's generation, he had figured out several different kinds of pancake recipes and ways to eat them: pan-fried pancakes, stuffed pancakes, knife-cut pancakes, layered pancakes, hand-grabbed pancakes, crumbly pancakes, husband-and-wife pancakes, and sesame crispy pancakes..."

“My family’s business was at its peak then, and that was when my father bought the most prosperous storefront on Jingt ian Street. Wu Ji Jianbing became a highlight of the street.”

“From morning opening to night closing, the shop was bustling with customers. My father was busy managing the business, my mother attended to the guests, and we even hired several clerks to help,”

“Those were the happiest days of my life, I would spend all day playing in the shop. Oh, how wonderful it would be if life could just go on like this...”

Wǔ Zhǎngguì squinted his eyes, his gaze flickering, as if time travel had taken him back to his childhood, to the most beautiful period of his memories.

Yang Ruqing was also listening attentively. This story, among so many others, was a very inspiring one.

There must be a turning point coming next, otherwise, Wu wouldn't buy himself drunk like this, looking so downcast...

Indeed, Old Wu sighed and said, "There are unforeseen circumstances in life. When my business was at its peak, my father suddenly fell ill and passed away, leaving me and my mother to depend on each other to keep this shop going."

"My mother, after all, is just a woman of the house. Although she can make cakes, she's nowhere near as good as my father."

Moreover, when doing business, one has to put oneself out there and interact with people from all walks of life.

"A widowed woman with a young child, her journey must be so difficult…"

"When my grandfather and father were alive, they originally intended for me to study and become a scholar, giving up business to pursue literature."

“So my father didn't teach me how to make cakes. He even kept me away from the stove, saying that these hands of mine were meant for pens and ink, and absolutely not for kneading dough, rolling out pastry, or frying pancakes.”

“But my father has passed away, and my mother can’t manage on her own. As the only man in the family, I had to drop out of school at twelve years old and come home to help my mother make pastries. I wanted to support our family.”

Hearing this, Yang Ruohong couldn't help but secretly nod in approval, silently giving a thumbs up to Wu Guanjia's sense of responsibility.

Although he is only one meter five tall, his sense of responsibility is no less than that of those muscular men who are one meter eight tall!

"Miss, don't you find this strange" Wu shopkeeper continued, he raised his own hands and examined them carefully, turning them over and over in front of him.

"When I was in school, my handwriting was the worst in the class. The teacher hit me with a ruler several times."

"But I'm so clumsy, I just can't learn it no matter how hard I try, and I can't write well."

“But this thing of picking up the pancakes, my hands felt as if they were alive! With over a dozen ways to make them, my mother taught me twice and I learned them all…”

"Keke..." Yang Ruqing couldn't help but laugh a few times.

"Master Wu, you are truly gifted! Talent is the most amazing thing, it's innate!" she exclaimed.

"Indeed, I have a natural talent for making pastries. Gradually, I managed to keep the shop running and my business thrived. At its peak, I even paid off the debt my father incurred when he bought this shop," 武掌櫃 chuckled wryly.

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Besides, I had also saved up a hundred taels of silver.

When I reached marriageable age, my mother started to worry because of my height. Good families' daughters wouldn't look at me favorably.

"She's set her eyes on my shop and money, wanting to marry my daughter. I, however, don't fancy her."

“My mother said, if things really get desperate, we could just buy a simple and honest girl from the human traffickers. It's not like she wouldn't be getting married and having children for our Wu family, leaving us an heir, and ensuring that my pancake-making skills are passed down in the future,”

"But I'm a stubborn person in this regard. Marrying a woman isn't just about finding someone to bear children for me,"

“If you’re going to spend your days together, if the two of you don’t get along, or anything else like that, then it’s just not fun.”

"That's how I wasted time until I was twenty-seven years old. One day, an elderly woman named Song who sold tea eggs on the street came to my family's shop and finished a pancake. My mother had a kind heart; seeing that Mrs. Song was so old and still selling tea eggs on the street felt pitiful, so she didn't charge her."

"Two days later, Song's wife came again, bringing with her a girl of about twenty-eight years old this time."

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“That girl, she's truly beautiful. Her eyes, they seem to speak.”

"He is also tall, well, about an inch taller than you, miss." Wu shopkeeper glanced at Yang Ruohua, and made a gesture to indicate.

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow. At a height of one meter sixty-five, she was already quite noticeable among the women of this era.

That girl is a little taller than me, she's really a leggy beauty!

“Song Po said that the young lady was her distant niece, named Wang Lianlian. She had no parents since she was a child and lived with her uncle and aunt.”

>Later, her aunt and uncle became greedy for money and sold her to a local elderly wealthy man as a concubine. In less than a year, the wealthy man passed away. The wealthy man's wife and sons drove her out of the house.

"As the young woman had nowhere else to go and didn't want to return to her aunt and uncle's home where she had been mistreated, she came to seek refuge with Song, a distant relative."

Genius one second: m.d was that of a juren.Further back, among Lao Yangtou and his cousin's generation, there wasn't even a single gesture.Lao Yang's uncle, that is, Yang Wenxuan's father, is now the old master of this Ya...