"Alright, let's go out for dinner." Qingyin walked out to prepare for her dinner.
There's nothing in the newly rented courtyard, so we need to eat out for the time being.
Chen Wang obeyed and followed suit.
This courtyard is in a good location; there are people around as soon as you step out of the alley.
After walking a few steps, Qingyin saw an elderly couple pushing a cart with a wonton stall in the distance. The old woman was wrapping wontons, while the old man, who was about the same age, was carefully cooking them. The small pot on the stove was bubbling away, and wisps of smoke mixed with the aroma of wontons drifted into the distance, enticing customers to come.
Seeing the fragrant wontons, Qingyin decided not to look for another seat.
We've been looking for a courtyard for too long today, so it's good to finish eating early and get some rest.
Looking at the wonton stall, Qingyin literally asked Chen Wang for his opinion: "Brother Chen, would you like to try the wontons?"
“Okay, of course.” Chen Wang nervously squeezed onto a small stool with Qingyin, sitting face to face across the table.
Qingyin nodded and gently called out to the old woman, "Grandma, two bowls of wontons, please."
"Okay," the old woman replied with a kind smile.
Through the wisps of smoke, the boy's refined and otherworldly features seemed to gain a touch of humanity, as if an immortal had descended to earth, making him accessible to everyone, Chen Wang thought to himself.
After the wontons were served, I drank several mouthfuls of hot soup to calm down. The wontons, which I couldn't get at home, tasted different when I was with someone.
The freshly cooked wontons were steaming hot. Qingyin ate them until her nose was sweating and her face was flushed. Under the effect of the beauty pill, her slightly upturned eyebrows and eyes had a pinkish hue, adding a touch of sexiness.
Chen Wang, who was secretly watching A Yin, couldn't help but blush and lower his head, not daring to look at the face that made his heart flutter.
After eating the wontons, Qingyin didn't delve into the matter of the boy who suddenly became silent and acting strangely.
Qingyin was exhausted tonight, having been busy for so long, and a trace of fatigue showed in her eyes.
After a brief farewell to Chen Wang, Qingyin returned to her room, quickly washed up with cold water, and lay down on the bed.
Chen Wang, separated by a wall, found it difficult to sleep. Lying on the bed, he stared intently at the wall on the inside, where A Yin lived. This single thought caused his mind to wander, and he couldn't stop his chaotic thoughts.
It wasn't until late at night that Chen Wang finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Qingyin, who had developed a biological alarm clock, got up at six o'clock sharp. When she got up, she noticed that the room next door was quiet and guessed that Chen Wang had not woken up yet. Qingyin got out of bed quietly, washed her face with cold water, and practiced a set of boxing in the yard before preparing to go out.
At six o'clock in autumn, the sky was already beginning to lighten.
Qingyin exhaled a breath of stale air, her nasal cavity filled with the aroma of various foods sold by vendors.
Qingyin planned to buy a few steamed buns for the young master to take back with her when she went back.
After thinking it over, Qingyin walked toward the nearest of the shops selling calligraphy pens that she had asked the waiter about.
This small shop is sandwiched between two food stalls. It's not very big, and the people inside are dozing off, nodding occasionally and glancing at the door to see if any customers are coming in.
Qingyin walked in, deliberately making her footsteps louder.
Startled awake, the shop owner looked up and instinctively said, "Greetings, sir/madam, what would you like to order?"
Qingyin smiled and said calmly, "May I ask if the shopkeeper has any paper for drawing and painting? I probably need quite a bit."
"Yes, yes, yes!" the thin Mu Wang said eagerly. The man who had been running a shop in Huailin for several years sighed inwardly, "This young master is really good-looking. His temperament and attitude are the best I've ever seen."
However, Mu Wang, who had been running the shop for many years and had a keen eye, did not miss the cheap robe Qing Yin was wearing and guessed that Qing Yin's background must be bad.
Thinking about how much calligraphy and painting paper the young man wanted, Mu Wang guessed Qing Yin's purpose. Many poor scholars who could paint and write would come to him to buy paper and sell calligraphy and paintings, but most of them did not do well and lost money.
Thinking of the scholars' disappointment, Mu Wang wanted to offer some advice to this extraordinary young man: "If I may be so bold as to ask, does the young master intend to make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings?"
Qingyin's expression remained unchanged as she smiled and nodded.
"Young master, it's best not to sell calligraphy and paintings. Few people in Huailin appreciate them. If you rely on that, you might lose money," Mu Wang honestly stated the fate of those scholars.
Knowing that the shop owner meant well, Qingyin smiled gently and nodded, saying confidently, "Thank you for reminding me, I understand. But I have other 'tricks' for this calligraphy and painting. Please bring me twenty sheets of paper first."
Seeing the boy's confident smile, Mu Wang couldn't help but believe Qingyin's "brilliant idea." Perhaps this young master really did have a way to sell his calligraphy and paintings.
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With the help of that kind and generous shopkeeper, Qingyin successfully obtained calligraphy and painting paper, along with corresponding brushes and ink, at a price that was 20% cheaper than the market price.
On the way back, Qingyin didn't forget to buy a few steamed buns. Judging from the boy's appetite, she bought four vegetable buns and three meat buns.
Carrying a pile of steamed buns and calligraphy and paintings, Qingyin walked a little slower.
Then I saw a young master squatting at the gate of the courtyard, pulling at a foxtail grass.
Qingyin's footsteps reminded the boy.
Chen Wang ran over excitedly, his fair face flushed with heat.
"Ayin! Ayin, I thought you were gone." He surrounded Qingyin and said aggrievedly.
"I went out to buy breakfast while you were still sleeping," Qingyin explained, afraid the puppy would cry.
"Ayin is so nice."
Sure enough, upon hearing Qingyin's words, Chen Wang became happy again and took the steamed buns and other items from Qingyin's hands.
They diligently carried it to the stone table in the courtyard.
He then carefully wiped the stool opposite him with a handkerchief before perfunctorily wiping the other stool.
Clearly, that carefully prepared stool was intended for Qingyin.
Qingyin thanked her and sat down.
She couldn't be bothered to fuss over such trivial matters.
The steamed buns I just bought were still steaming hot, but after walking around for a while, they cooled down to a temperature that was just right for eating.
Chen Wang finished his steamed buns in a few bites, and after finishing his meal, he sat blankly to the side watching Qingyin eat.
Qingyin paused, her hand holding the steamed bun still; she didn't have the habit of having someone watch her eat.
"These buns are too oily. Brother Chen, could you please get me a basin of hot water from the kitchen to wash my hands?"
Chen Wang: "Okay."
Seeing that Chen Wang had been sent away, Qingyin was finally able to eat her meal in peace by herself.
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