Chapter 4168: I Wish I Could Chop Off My Arms

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The fellow laughed: “Shopkeeper Yang is a regular customer here, and also a friend of our shopkeeper. They went up there because our shopkeeper invited them!”

"Shopkeeper Yang I see someone who looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. What kind of shopkeeper is this!" Xu Dazhuang said deliberately.

This guy is a big fan of Yang Ruoqing. He has a relative who works at Tianxianglou, where Yang Ruoqing is employed. The server always wants to transfer there.

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When Xu Dazhuang said that, the clerk blushed and quickly corrected him: "Yang shopkeeper is the one walking in front, he's very capable. The people following behind are his sister-in-law and brother-in-law. Do you know anything Are you going to buy fabrics or not If you are, go to the main hall to choose, if not, don't block the stairs!"

Xú Dàzhuàng was so angry that he almost spat in the face of the shop assistant, cursing him as a "blind thing with eyes like a dog," then turned and stormed out of the cloth shop. He sat down in an inconspicuous corner outside the shop, waiting while secretly pondering the information the shop assistant had given him.

He didn't know what this Yang shopkeeper did, but he did know that Xiao Hua's in-laws should be surnamed Yang and that this Yang shopkeeper was related to her as sister-in-law or brother-in-law.

Half an hour may seem like a short time to Yang Ruqing and Xiaohua, who were enjoying tea and snacks on the second floor of the fabric shop while browsing for materials. However, for Xu Dazhuang who was enduring the biting cold outside, it felt like an eternity.

In the twelfth lunar month, on the ninth day, the cotton clothes and pants I wore were all old, patched up with patches, and the socks tucked inside my shoes had large holes lined with small holes. My whole body felt like it was being pierced by the wind.

He crouched for a while, holding his knees to his chest. When his legs and feet went numb, he stood up, rubbing his hands together and stamping his feet as he paced back and forth. He blew air into his hands and rubbed his ears, which had turned red from the cold.

But his eyes never left the entrance of Buzhuang, waiting for Yang Ruqing and the others to come out.

Half an hour passed, an hour passed, and another hour passed. Yang Ruqing and Xiaohua still hadn't come out.

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"Damn it, this woman sure takes a long time shopping! She's not coming out. Is the shopkeeper going to have to feed her lunch"

Xu Dazhuang was swearing angrily.

After two hours had passed, it was noon, and gradually fewer people remained on the street.

Xu Dazhuang was so cold that he could barely feel his body. He ran to a nearby corner and peed twice before running back. Gritting his teeth, he decided to force his way into the cloth shop.

Just then, another clerk from the cloth shop came out.

Xu Dazhuang had a plan and quickly went up to him, "Hey, little brother, I'm Yang Zhanguan's relative. Why haven't Yang Zhanguan and the others come down from the second floor after picking out fabric"

The young man was taken aback by Xu Dazhuang's words and blurted out, "Yang shopkeeper left an hour ago!"

"What I've been squatting here the whole time and haven't seen anyone!" Xu Dahuang exclaimed in surprise.

The young man said: "She left through another door. She's a big customer here, orders a lot of things. Our shopkeeper personally delivered the goods to her carriage. Well, you must be related to her, don't you know"

Seeing Xu Dazhuang's gloomy face and frustrated demeanor, the young waiter calmed down and sized up Xu Dazhuang’s attire, becoming suspicious.

“Who are you What are you doing squatting at our textile shop’s door” The young clerk became alert.

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Seeing that he was about to call someone over, Xu Dahuang spat on the young waiter: "I'm your father!"

Then, he turned and ran away with all his might. The boy was so angry that he stomped his feet there, wishing he could chop off the half-arm that had been licked by Xu Dazhuang's saliva.

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Tianxiang Building, Yang Ruqing and Xiaohua were already preparing to eat lunch.

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Although the restaurant was busy these days, Chef Zhou still took time out of his schedule to personally cook a lamb vermicelli pot for Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua. Then he paired it with a vegetable chicken mushroom soup.

"Qing'er, then I won't keep you company. There are many orders at the main hall, and I have to hurry back to the kitchen to take charge."

Chef Zhou and Yang Ruqing smiled at each other.

Over a decade, Chef Zhou has gone from a vigorous young man to a man nearing fifty. He's put on some weight, and there are a few strands of white hair at his temples, but his cooking skills have only become more refined. Yang Ruqing is one of his biggest fans, especially loving his dishes.

Hearing this, she smiled and said, “Uncle Zhou, you’ve worked hard, go busy yourself. My sister and I will also have to rush back after we finish eating. Everyone is busy this year.”

Xiaohua also smiled and nodded.

After Chef Zhou left, only Yang Ruqing and Xiaohua remained in the elegant room. Yang Ruqing passed her chopsticks to Xiaohua: "You ran all morning, you must be hungry, come on, eat your fill. Uncle Zhou's mutton is delicious, star anise removes the gamey taste, dried chili peppers and ginger garlic enhance the fragrance. I have to eat his mutton hot pot every winter to warm myself up."

Xiaohua smiled and said, "After strolling around for a while, I'm not very hungry. The big barley tea that the shopkeeper at the cloth shop had brewed earlier really opened my appetite."

"That's right, barley tea is appetizing. Come on, let's just eat," Yang Ruqing said.

Yang Ruqing directly clipped a large lamb chop into Xiaohua's bowl, and then she also clipped one for herself. Facing each other, they ate without regard for their image.

The vermicelli was cooked to the perfect texture, chewy and flavorful. Each bite was delicious, spicy and fragrant. It was incredibly satisfying.

"Probably my aunts are having lunch now, too," Xiaohua asked as she ate.

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Those rules, like not speaking while eating or sleeping, simply don't exist for them.

What do villagers like best

It's just a family gathered around the table, eating steaming hot dishes and sharing their daily lives.

Neighbors are the same. One person picks up a large bowl and ladles a pile of vegetables onto everyone's plates. Everyone squats in a row along the wall to eat.

If they get along well, they might even steal a bite from each other's plates to try.

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So at this moment, Yang Ruqing and Xiaohua were eating and chatting, the hot pot steam rising between them, they ate with gusto.

“It should be so,” Yang Ruqing replied, “Auntie’s three-tiered food box is filled with braised chicken that was cooked at home. She also went to the market earlier, so she definitely bought other vegetables. Right now, the three of them must be gathered together, happily and enthusiastically eating like we are!”

"That's a must, Auntie cares most about Dabai and Xiaohui. The two of them study in town and can only come home once a month,"

However, the two kids' room was really messy. There were crumbs of all kinds of snacks everywhere, dirty clothes and shoes littered the floor, and a bucket in the corner was almost overflowing with urine and hadn't been emptied. The floor was so dirty you couldn't even step on it...

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Yang Ruqing's expression was a little strange.

“Flowers, can we please not mention the potty when we’re enjoying this delicious meal It kind of spoils the mood!” she said.

Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. Eat, eat, eat!"

Genius one second: m. daughter accompanied him through this difficult time of losing his mother...“I’m going to pick up my uncles.” Mu Zichuan said in a hushed voice, struggling to stand steady and walk towards the door.>...