After being exposed, Duanmu Ci showed no shame whatsoever, and simply smiled and said, "You are a graduate of Harvard Business School and a well-known genius on Wall Street. You can handle these small things with ease. Why should I bother?"
Bu Tongxun said, "Old Master An asked me to come to Haishan as a housekeeper this time, firstly to take care of the master's life, and secondly to acquire the master's property in China nearby, so that neither can be delayed."
The "Old An" she mentioned was An Zhi, Duanmu Ciyuan's old housekeeper in Chicago.
Just as Duanmu Ci was about to say something, the young shop owner came out of the kitchen carrying two steaming bowls of plain noodles. "The noodles are here!"
"Let's eat noodles," Duanmu Ci said with a smile, changing the subject.
Bu Tongxun pulled out a few chopsticks, handed two to Duanmu Ci, then picked up a mouthful of noodles, blew on it a few times with her lips, and took a bite. "Mmm—delicious!" Bu Tongxun's eyes were filled with amazement, probably because she didn't expect such an unexpected desolate roadside inn to have such delicious food.
“It’s been around for decades, so it must have some real skills.” Duanmu Ci also took a bite, then frowned. “But the taste is still not as good as the first generation.”
Bu Tongxun looked up from the rising steam. "How did you know, sir?"
Duanmu Ci was taken aback, picked up his cup, and gestured for her to drink the tea.
Bu Tongxun was not easily fooled. She hesitated and said, "Sir, you have never been to China, yet you know this remote little shop. You recognized the old owner when you entered, and you even know their signature dishes. But now you're talking about the first generation? Sir, how do you know all this?"
As Duanmu Ci was mentally trying to figure out how to respond, Bu Tongxun suddenly exclaimed, "Actually, sir, you're an old monster, aren't you? Like a vampire!"
This woman is indeed difficult to deal with!
The "old monster" remained expressionless, but cold sweat was almost seeping from his temples. Then he heard Bu Tongxun suddenly chuckle, as if amused by her own words. Realizing that she hadn't meant it, Duanmu Ci breathed a sigh of relief.
"Eat noodles!" Duanmu Ci said, feigning seriousness.
Bu Tongxun quickly lowered her head... but after a while...
"By the way, sir," Bu Tongxun seemed determined not to eat her noodles in peace, "didn't you say you were looking for a job? I found one for you, a lecturer at Haishan University, what do you think?"
"Haishan University? To be a teacher? Hmm, not bad." Duanmu Ci took a sip of tea. "We'll talk about it when we get back."
"Um."
When Duanmu Ci finished his noodles and said goodbye to the old shop owner, he looked at the old shop owner's face full of age spots and recalled the handsome little boy he had held in his arms years ago. His gaze turned desolate.
The sunlight filtering through the sycamore trees seemed as dazzling as it had been in the winter of 1946, only lacking the heat of that time.
It's as if the trees have aged a thousand years later, and old friends meet again with white hair.
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