"I said something wrong before, so I'll punish myself with a drink first, and you'll have a lot of it."

After Yang Ruoqing finished speaking, she raised her head and drank the wine in the bowl.

Damn, this wine is really bad. It's probably the kind of bad wine that you can buy a jar for ten cents.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing drinking so happily and apologizing, Shopkeeper Wu's expression softened a bit.

"Girl, don't be afraid. I'm not angry at you. I have a grudge against the opposite family and it has nothing to do with the girl."

Shopkeeper Wu said in a deep voice, he also picked up the wine glass in his hand and took a sip, then sat there, frowning and sighing.

Seeing this momentum, Yang Ruoqing knew that the wine was making her sad, and shopkeeper Wu wanted to talk.

So, she quickly picked up the wine jar and filled the wine glasses in front of the two of them with wine. Then she held her chin with both hands, looking forward to Shopkeeper Wu's story...

Shopkeeper Wu glanced at the lobby and said to himself: "I'm not afraid of girls' jokes. Mr. Wu is just thirty years old this year. I grew up in this shop when I was a child."

"Our Wu family has been making pancakes since my great-grandfather, who was born in Helanzhou,"

"Later, there was a drought in Helanzhou and the whole family starved to death. My grandfather fled to the capital carrying the family's pancake guy on his back."

"By setting up a stall at the night market and making pancakes, my grandfather married my grandmother and gave birth to my father."

"Later I opened a small shop and started making pancakes. The neighbors on the street all liked to eat our Wu family's pancakes."

"My grandmother made it in the shop at home, and my grandfather would carry a load and go hawking along the street."

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

"In my father's generation, my father figured out how to make and eat several different kinds of cakes, including pancakes, stuffed cakes, knife-cut cakes, thousand-layer cakes, hand cakes, crumb cakes, in-law cakes, and sesame crisps.

cake……"

"My family's business reached its peak at that time. It was also at that time that my father bought the shop on the busiest section of Jingtian Street. Wuji Pancakes once became the highlight of this street."

"From the time it opens in the morning to the time it closes at night, there is an endless stream of diners in the shop. My father is busy taking care of the business, while my mother greets the customers and invites several waiters to help."

"That was the happiest time for me. I would play in the shop every day. If only my life could go on like this..."

Shopkeeper Wu squinted his eyes, his eyes wandering, as if time travel had brought him back to his childhood, the best time in his memory.

Yang Ruoqing was also listening carefully. This story, like so many before, is a very inspiring story.

There must be a turning point next, otherwise Shopkeeper Wu would not be so drunk and lonely...

Sure enough, Shopkeeper Wu sighed and said, "Unpredictable things happen. When my business was at its most prosperous, my father suddenly became seriously ill and passed away, leaving my mother and I to guard this shop and depend on each other."

"After all, my mother is a woman. Although she can make cakes, she is far inferior to my father."

"What's more, when you open a business, you have to show your face and deal with people from all walks of life."

"It's a difficult journey for a widow with a young son..."

"When my grandfather and father were alive, they originally planned for me to go to school and give up business and pursue literature."

"So my father didn't teach me how to make cakes. He even asked me to stay away from the stove. He said that my hands could only hold pen and ink, and could never knead dough, blow the bellows, or make pancakes."

"But my father is dead, and my mother can't support it alone. As the only man in the family, I dropped out of school at the age of twelve and came home to learn how to make cakes from my mother in order to support the family."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but nod secretly, silently applauding Shopkeeper Wu for his responsibility.

Although he is only 1.5 meters tall, his sense of responsibility is not inferior to that of those 1.8 meter strong men!

"Girl, do you think this is strange?" Shopkeeper Wu continued. He raised his hands, put them in front of his eyes and looked at them carefully.

"When I was studying in school, my handwriting was the worst in the class. My husband slapped me with a ruler several times."

"But I'm just clumsy, I can't learn anything, and I can't write well."

"But this guy who picked up the pancakes, my hands felt like they were alive. My mother taught me how to make dozens of pancakes twice, and I actually learned them all..."

"Giggle..." Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh a few times.

"Shopkeeper Wu, this is your talent. Talent is the most amazing thing. You are born with it!" she said.

Shopkeeper Wu smiled bitterly and said: "Indeed, my talent in making cakes is quite good. I gradually propped up the shop. When the business was at its best, I paid off the debt my father owed when he bought the shop.

of foreign debt,”

"In addition, I also saved one hundred taels of silver."

"When I reached the age of marriageable age, my mother began to worry because other girls would look down on me because of my height."

"The girl wants to marry me because she likes my shop and my money, but I don't like her."

"My mother said that if it doesn't work out, just go to Renyazi and buy an honest girl. It's just a matter of getting married and having children, leaving a heir for our Wu family, and someone will pass on the pancake craft in the future."

"But I am a bit stubborn in this area. Marrying a wife is not just a tool to marry and have children,"

"We want to live together. If the two of us don't get along, or something else, it won't be fun."

"In this way, it was not until I was twenty-seven years old that Mrs. Song, who was selling tea eggs on the street, came to my shop one day to finish eating pancakes. My mother was kind-hearted, seeing that Mrs. Song was still selling tea on the street at such an old age.

Poor Dangui, I didn’t ask for her money.”

"Unexpectedly, two days later, Mrs. Song came again, and this time she brought a girl who was only 28 years old."

"That girl is really pretty. Her eyes look like they can talk."

"He is also tall, well, almost a little taller than you, girl." Shopkeeper Wu glanced at Yang Ruoqing and made a gesture.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows. With her height of 1.65 meters, she already stood out among the women of this era.

That girl is a little taller than me, so she is really a long-legged beauty!

"Song Po said that the girl was her distant niece, named Wang Lianlian. She had no mother or father since she was a child, so she lived with her uncle and aunt."

"Later, my uncle and aunt were greedy for money and sold her to a local old rich man as a concubine. The old rich man died within a year, and the eldest wife and sons of the old rich man's family kicked her out."
Chapter completed!