Chapter 21
The two returned to the material store and bought the necessary materials. It wouldn't take much time to buy another batch based on what they had originally purchased.
"What would you like to eat?"
"As you say."
"I like going to the west side of the city. It's more lively and bustling. There's a small noodle shop there that's really good. Shall we go there for dinner?"
"Okay." Jun Qingmo's unconditional obedience to her came from the fact that he had eaten too many authentic delicacies with her.
He had tasted many delicacies from land and sea, and those that looked exquisite on the surface were often just superficial, focusing on the process and appearance, but losing the taste of the food itself.
"It's a pity that the location is not very good. Not so many people go there. If it was opened in a downtown area, the business would be good."
"Since you have such skills, why not open one in the downtown area?"
"How could it be that easy? Sister Wu's husband has been in the army for years and there's been no news. She also has to take care of her sick mother-in-law and young children. It's hard for her to make ends meet, so how can she possibly save any money?"
Jun Qingmo looked at the noodle shop in front of him. It was called a noodle shop, but it was just a house with the front hall turned into a storefront.
In order to expand the area of the store, a small shed was built at the door, which can accommodate two square tables.
"Sister-in-law Wu, give me two bowls of shredded pork noodles. I'm in a good mood today, so add double the shredded pork, a poached egg each, and one meat dish and one vegetable dish."
Since they were going to a restaurant, Zhang Yunniang decided to be generous.
Jun Qingmo looked at her familiar behavior with a faint smile on his face, as if he was ready to do whatever Jun arranged.
Obviously something bad happened today, but when he was with Zhang Yunniang, he felt comfortable and happy, as if all his worries were gone.
"Oh, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's really a rare guest." It was dinner time and there were only a few diners eating in the restaurant. It didn't look busy.
Wu Xiuniang was tidying up the dishes on the table with swift hands and feet, and she also saw Jun Qingmo who was pushed in with her.
"You brought your friends here to support me today? Then I have to show off my best cooking skills."
I asked people to sit down at the empty seats and was about to start ordering noodles, but the diners over there started clamoring.
"Hey, Wu family girl, why don't we regular customers get this treatment? Show me your special cooking skills, I want another bowl too."
"Brother Liu loves to joke around. It's not good to have a new customer here and you're trying to show off, but you're ruining the show."
As soon as he finished speaking, the diners burst into laughter.
"Girl Zhang, take the side dishes over there. I made some new pickled side dishes with an improved recipe. Go try them, I guarantee you'll like them."
"Sister-in-law Wu's side dishes are the most delicious, and I love them. I was too busy to come some time ago, and I've been craving them for a long time."
"Give us more, we can eat as much as we want."
Seeing people going to the table in the corner to get their own dishes, Jun Qingmo began to look around the place. It was a bit shabby, but it was clean and tidy.
In the past, the places he frequented were mostly magnificent and luxurious, and all he saw were gorgeous and prosperous scenes. But what he saw and heard now filled him with a sense of freshness.
The kindness shown by the people around him also made the timid shell in his heart shrink. What he gained when he went out was not necessarily embarrassment and ridicule, but warmth and kindness.
"Are there so few people coming here?" It was lunchtime and they had been in the store for quite some time. There were not many people in the lobby, so wouldn't it be redundant to set up a tent outside?
“Few people come here to eat at night because they don’t have much to do at night, so most people choose to eat at home. There are more customers in the morning and at noon. Those who don’t have time to cook or want to save time will come here to eat.”
Zhang Yunniang explained in a soft voice.
Not long after, Wu Xiuniang came over with two bowls of noodles. The noodle soup was clear and the noodles were distinct.
"Girl Zhang, this gentleman, please enjoy your meal. If you don't have enough, we can refill the noodles for free. In addition to the shredded pork, the vegetarian sauce is also free."
Also served were a plate of spicy and sour chicken offal and a plate of fried pea tips. Wu Xiuniang also gave her a portion of fried vegetables as a gift.
Jun Qingmo looked at the clear soup noodles, and before he got close, he smelled the aroma of noodles with a hint of oil.
There was a layer of fried shredded pork on top of the noodles. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, glanced at Zhang Yunniang, motioned for her to start, and then began to eat the noodles.
The noodles have a refreshing fragrance when you put them in your mouth, and the soup base is clear and not greasy, and it doesn’t taste like bone soup.
"Mmm, delicious! Eat it with this side dish, a bite of pickled vegetables and a bite of noodles, try it."
"This stir-fry is also good, you should try it too."
The meals Wu Xiuniang cooked were all home-cooked recipes, and Jun Qingmo tasted the flavors of home when he ate them.
That feeling was trance-like and warm. Although he had never eaten food cooked by his mother, he could taste the feeling of his mother.
It is a comfortable smell that makes people feel comfortable from the soul.
He ate one bowl and asked for another.
These feelings were something he had never experienced before.
He did understand why the pastoral school of poetry had flourished, and his understanding of the rhythm of poetry became more profound.
The two of them not only ate up all the noodles, but also all the stir-fried dishes on the table.
Zhang Yunniang sat on the chair and burped with satisfaction.
Under her care, Jun Qingmo had gotten rid of his skinny and frail appearance. He was now slowly gaining weight, and it was no longer as easy for her to hold him. From the outside, he looked like a grown man.
He used to be so skinny that he was just a bag of bones, with human skin wrapped around his bones. His eye sockets were sunken, and he was so thin that he looked unrecognizable and extremely scary.
Sometimes, people don't really mean any harm; they're just frightened. If she hadn't spent years caring for patients and seen even the most horrific situations, she wouldn't have been so calm.
Looking at Jun Qingmo in front of him, his face was rosy and he looked very energetic. If it weren't for the wheelchair under his butt, he would not be able to tell anything if he was sitting directly on the stool.
Wow, if you're applying for a nursing position, including this case study in your resume is a huge plus. Whether you get a promotion or not is hard to say, but a raise shouldn't be a problem.
Jun Qingmo realized that someone was looking at him and smiled embarrassedly.
The romantic young man's smile was as bright as a spring flower and as clear as the autumn moon, inviting one's imagination. However, Zhang Yunniang didn't see it. She got up and went to pay the bill.
When I returned home, it was already late.
When Jun Qingmo was about to fall asleep, Xu Shuying's figure flashed through his mind, and the scenes of the day kept flashing in his mind.
He prides himself on being talented and intelligent, but does he really have such poor vision?
He had misjudged Prince Anle, Princess Anle, Yao Zhien, and now Xu Shuying.
The others didn't matter. Since he was young, these people were the most important people in his life. Had he misjudged each of them?
In a daze, the images in his mind were replaced by another figure. At least, at least it was Zhang Yunniang, he was not mistaken, right?
At least, right?
The work and rest habits he gradually developed made him feel very sleepy and he fell asleep quickly.
Since he wanted to make a living by writing storybooks, Jun Qingmo did not hesitate.
The thing he has the most is time.
A self-disciplined person never needs supervision from others. Zhang Yunniang looked at his schedule, which was just like a high school student's class.
She had nothing but admiration.
Jun Qingmo not only outputs, but also inputs. When Zhang Yunniang followed his instructions and dug out several piles of storybooks from the box, she was shocked.
"Have you read all these storybooks?"
"Before, when I was in the palace, I wasn't allowed to have any other fun besides reading, doing homework, and writing. Back then, my mother, the princess, always warned me to do my homework well and to win my father's favor."
"Jie Eun secretly showed me the storybook to relieve my depression."
Zhang Yunniang casually pulled out a book, and surprisingly, it was full of annotations. Reading a storybook with annotations? What kind of magical operation was this?
A piece of paper fell out of the book. She picked it up and took a look. It was covered with dense words. She guessed that this could be a book review.
"...Are you reading a storybook or doing homework?"
"It's a habit I developed through homework." He habitually annotated his insights and opinions on whatever book he read. At the time, Yao Zhien even teased him, saying his leisure time didn't feel like leisure, and his homework didn't feel like homework.
Jun Qingmo gestured to give him the storybook. This habit he had developed since childhood helped him a lot now.
Revisiting some of my past thoughts and ideas now provides a lot of room for development.
He needed to organize his past thoughts and comments into a book so that he could find inspiration and conceive plots.
Every day, he would work at his own pace, organizing his ideas, outlines, and detailed plans for his new book in the morning, and then devoting the afternoon to writing his current one. He was always meticulous, and before he even started writing, he had already created an outline, building the story's worldview and its main and side plots.
The well-organized structure allowed him to avoid any bottlenecks when writing. For the first book, he only needed to get it above the passing line.
Therefore, it was not difficult for him to submit the manuscript within the deadline. Relatively speaking, he had plenty of time to start preparing for his next new book.
Zhang Yunniang didn't want to be illiterate, so she followed Jun Qingmo to learn to read in her free time. In order to sign the contract, she learned some key words from him.
The characters here are different from the simple characters in the previous life. They look like small characters, with twists and turns, and are quite difficult to learn.
Some habits are really hard to change. In my mind, I always want to automatically replace the word with a simple character, but when I turn a corner, I write it wrong again and have to force myself to change it back.
Jun Qingmo corrected her pen-holding posture again and again. Fortunately, he was very patient. If he were a teacher, he would probably be a good and gentle one.
Zhang Yunniang was not very patient when it came to learning, mainly because she was used to the signing pen from her previous life and was not used to using a writing brush.
Finally, she brought a basin of crushed mud and sand and scratched it with a wooden stick, which actually improved her efficiency.
Jun Qingmo's desk is very large, and the two of them can sit face to face without affecting each other at all.
They are quite suitable to be classmates.
The advantage of hieroglyphics is that as long as you know a part of it, you can be much more efficient by guessing.
At the beginning, Zhang Yunniang could recognize and write a maximum of ten characters a day. Gradually, she was able to recognize more and more characters, but her progress in writing was very slow.
Jun Qingmo checked her homework every day, and it was quite a headache for him to see the clumps of ink on the white paper.
It is clearly written one stroke at a time, but in the end all the strokes will be integrated and become one complete ball of ink.
He had no choice but to take out the small brush he used to practice calligraphy when he was a child and ask someone to write bigger, which only made a slight improvement.
Zhang Yunniang was so anxious to study that she began to have bad thoughts in her mind.
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