When Feng Jingrou got up, she didn't see Qin Zheng, but only saw breakfast hanging on the door handle.
She carried Qin Anan out to see if Qin Zheng was around.
Walking and walking.
Qin Anan suddenly pointed at a shop sign on the roadside.
"Woolen...clothing store." Her big eyes were bright and happy.
She remembered her mother saying that she learned the knitting technique from a master sweater chef in a Shanghai sweater shop.
Is this the shop run by my mother's master? She wondered silently.
Feng Jingrou smiled faintly: Shanghai is a very big city. It's impossible that I would just come across my master's shop by chance, right?
No matter what she thought, she still walked into the store as if possessed.
The sweater shop is very big and decorated very elegantly.
But it's summer now, and there are no sweaters hanging in the store. All that's hanging are ready-made suits without tags. They look like custom-made suits from a tailor shop, with good styles and materials. Feng Jingrou guessed that the price would be very high.
The shop is divided into two rooms, front and back, separated by a curtain.
Hearing someone entering the store, the door curtain was lifted by a big wrinkled hand, and a white-haired old man walked out.
"If you need anything, feel free to take a look." The old man spoke slowly, and the smile on his face made people feel very friendly.
The moment Feng Jingrou saw the old man, she felt as if she was under a spell and couldn't move at all.
Qin Anan looked at her mother's expression and felt as happy as if she had won the lottery.
[No way, no way, any random shop I walk into is my mother's master's shop?!]
[I can’t imagine how happy my mother must be at this moment!]
[Mom, mom, go hug your master! Hug him, kiss him, make him cry. The master has a kind face, like the Maitreya Buddha. He must look beautiful when he cries!]
Feng Jingrou: What kind of metaphor is this?!
"Master!" she cried excitedly.
The old man's name is Cui Changfeng. He is nearly 70 years old and his eyesight is blurry.
He took a few steps closer and looked at Feng Jingrou carefully. Perhaps it was because he was old and his memory was poor, or perhaps Feng Jingrou was just one of his many students, so it took him a long time to recognize her.
"Rou Rou?" He was obviously not confident and called her name tentatively.
Feng Jingrou's eyes were red with excitement: "Master, it's me! I am Feng Jingrou!"
The long-awaited reunion between adults was not as warm as Qin Anan had imagined.
Cui Changfeng brought a stool to Feng Jingrou, made tea for her, and brought her some fruit to eat, but every movement he made was extremely hurried, as if he wanted to take out all the good things to entertain Feng Jingrou.
The two sat opposite each other and talked a lot.
When Cui Changfeng asked Feng Jingrou about her life in the countryside, Feng Jingrou just said "good".
Good, all is good, everything is good!
Cui Changfeng explained that his son opened the shop. The front room was a shop selling clothes. In the fall and winter, he would hang his knitted sweaters, which attracted many regular customers. In the back, his son's sewing workshop was a good business, employing several workers to sew suits.
He also did not mention a single word about the bad things that happened in the past.
In life, we should remember all the good things in our hearts and forget all the bad things.
Feng Jingrou didn't spend long learning in the store, but she always remembers the mango smoothie that the master chef treated her to.
The smoothie is made soft and fluffy, topped with thick mango jam, which is soaked into the smoothie little by little. Every spoonful is an ultimate enjoyment from the tongue to the stomach.
Cui Changfeng asked Feng Jingrou to sit in the store for a while while he went out.
When I came back, I was holding a bowl of mango smoothie in my hand.
"Rou Rou, do you miss it?" He always had a smile on his face, and even his wrinkles looked relaxed and happy.
As soon as Feng Jingrou saw the smoothie, she couldn't hold back and ran to greet Cui Changfeng like a little child.
"Yeah, I miss it. Master, you still remember it!"
"I remember, of course I remember!" Cui Changfeng put the smoothie on the table and handed each of them a spoon.
"My little Rourou loves smoothies. One time, she had a stomachache from one during her period, and your mom was so angry she came over and scolded me. Haha, I still remember how tightly she frowned!"
As he spoke, the old man frowned and imitated the way Zhong Xiuzhi scolded him.
It was an expression of both anger and heartache.
Feng Jingrou also remembered this incident and was very happy: "My mother said that girls can't eat ice cream or walk on the ground barefoot, otherwise they will have stomachaches when they grow up. She punished me by not allowing me to eat smoothies for a whole year. I could only eat them secretly at your place, Master."
She skillfully mixed the smoothie, scooped half a spoonful with a spoon, and handed it to Qin Anan.
Seeing her daughter squinting her eyes due to the cold smoothie, Feng Jingrou's eyes were filled with tenderness.
"Back then, I was annoyed by my mother's excessive control, but after I became a mother myself, I surpassed her and became even more exaggerated than her."
It was really exaggerated, so exaggerated that An An couldn't be seen barefoot for even a minute, and so exaggerated that she was only allowed to eat three spoonfuls of smoothie.
Qin Anan frowned in protest, but still wanted to eat.
Feng Jingrou refused to give her any more.
She herself had experienced the pain of menstruation and didn't want her daughter to have the same experience.
Qin Anan was bored sitting there, so she ran to the sewing workshop at the back to take a look.
Only after Cui Changfeng said that the workshop was safe did Feng Jingrou feel comfortable letting her go alone.
Qin Anan was not as tall as the sewing machine. From her angle, she could only see many legs clacking on the sewing machine.
Although the workshop is not big, the work flow is smooth and production is orderly. Everyone is focused on their own work, no one is slacking off or chatting.
As Qin Anan was walking, she suddenly saw a wooden crutch.
The crutch stood next to a sewing machine, out of place with the surrounding scene.
She looked up curiously and saw a thin old man with white hair.
Sunlight streamed into the room from the window, falling right on him. His white hair became translucent, and his white shirt was ironed flat and smooth. Even as he was doing the hard work of sewing, he still kept his back straight, as if he were conducting a rigorous scientific experiment.
Qin Anan suddenly became very interested in the old man.
The old man also noticed Qin Anan, and a smile appeared in his old eyes.
He stopped what he was doing, leaned over to look at Qin Anan, and asked her with a smile, "Little friend, who are you?"
Qin Anan deliberately imitated his words: "Who are you?"
The old man smiled even more happily, and stretched out his right hand to Qin Anan like a friend: "Hello, my name is Feng Jinnian, and you?"
Qin Anan felt like she was struck by lightning, and her eyes widened.
[Mom, is today an auspicious day?]
[This old man, by some coincidence, is really my maternal grandfather, Feng Jinnian?]
Mom! Mom!
Her heart exploded sharply, and she didn't even bother to shake hands with Feng Jinnian. She turned around and ran outside.
【Mom, I saw Grandpa! 】
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