Chapter 87: The Evil Stepmother in the Republic of China (Twenty-two)
Mrs. Wang was busy with all the clanging for two or three hours, and by noon, four steaming dishes and a soup were already placed on the eight-immortals table.
There was also a basket of slightly yellowish white flour buns.
Gu Qingcheng: ...It's really neat! And looking at this meal, although it doesn't reach the level of color, aroma and taste, it is already very good for a home-cooked meal.
Mrs. Wang wiped her hands with her apron a little nervously, "Ms. Gu, can you try it and see if it tastes good?"
"good!"
Gu Qingcheng picked up the chopsticks and took a small bite of each dish.
It's ok, just a little bit salty.
However, it is easy to understand, as it is said to be Shandong cuisine.
Shandong cuisine is heavy in oil and sauce and tends to be salty.
As a lady of an aristocratic family, Gu Qingcheng attached great importance to health preservation and was used to a light diet, so she was a little uncomfortable with it.
"It's a little salty. I don't like it very much. Mrs. Wang, please be more careful next time."
Gu Qingcheng didn't hesitate but directly put forward his request.
Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "Hey! Good!"
When Ms. Gu said "later", it meant that she was still satisfied with her and was willing to let her help in the kitchen.
She found a new job, and seeing that Ms. Gu didn't seem to be a mean person, Mrs. Wang was naturally happy.
Gu Qingcheng asked about the wages.
Mrs. Wang did not lie but told me the market price.
Finally, after negotiation, the two sides finalized the price: "Helping to cook two meals a day, 60 cents a month."
As for the work of washing clothes and taking apart and washing quilt covers, it is calculated by the number of pieces.
Basically, it cost ten cents to wash a basin, and Mrs. Wang had to bring her own soap.
Excluding the loss of soap, what you earn is basically hard-earned money.
Summer is okay, but winter is really miserable.
Gu Qingcheng is not a mean person. Even if she wants to scheme, she would scheme against the rich and powerful people.
She has the compassion of a person in a higher position for the common people at the bottom of society.
She gave Mrs. Wang two dimes, which was for today's bus fare and tomorrow's food money.
"Oh, Ms. Gu, don't worry, Dali and I will definitely work hard for you in the future. By the way, if you have any heavy work, please don't hesitate to ask me."
Mrs. Wang thanked her repeatedly. She could see that Ms. Gu was a generous and good customer.
After seeing off Mrs. Wang, Gu Qingcheng took Li Yaozong to have dinner together.
With someone cooking and washing clothes, Gu Qingcheng was no longer disturbed by trivial matters.
She started studying with Li Yaozong.
Li Yaozong was reciting books and practicing calligraphy, while Gu Qingcheng was reading books and newspapers eagerly.
The lives of mother and son gradually returned to normal.
Saturday came quickly.
Gu Qingcheng did not forget the agreement with Mr. Bayer.
She had told Wang Dali about it in advance.
It just so happened that today was the weekend and the customer who chartered the car was not at work, so Wang Dali had some free time.
Gu Qingcheng simply hired his rickshaw.
"Ms. Gu, do you still like to watch Marseille?"
Wang Dali ran quickly while chatting with Gu Qingcheng.
He knew that Gu Qingcheng was a "noble person", but he still didn't expect that Gu Qingcheng, a woman, would actually go to the horse farm.
Especially since Gu Qingcheng's outfit was very traditional, she looked like a conservative woman.
Unexpectedly, she also bets on horses.
Tsk, this is a game only truly rich people would play.
"I heard the horse farm is quite lively. I'll go and see for myself."
Gu Qingcheng didn't elaborate and replied vaguely.
When they arrived at the horse farm, Gu Qingcheng took Li Yaozong in.
She did not show any shyness as if she had just arrived, and even though she did not know the rules, she asked openly.
"Ms. Gu?"
Mr. Bayer came to the stands and looked around as usual. When his eyes met Gu Qingcheng, he was a little surprised.
This person is really here? On the campus that day, Mr. Bayer just said it casually, he didn't expect Gu Qingcheng to really come to "accept the appointment".
"Good morning, Mr. Bayer!"
Gu Qingcheng pretended not to notice the surprise in Mr. Bayer's eyes and greeted him politely.
She also pulled her son's hand and said, "Yao Zong, say hello to Mr. Bayer!"
Li Yaozong was a little shy, but he still raised his head obediently and said in the D language that Gu Qingcheng had specially taught him: "Mr. Bayer, good morning!"
The little guy's tone was a little stiff, but his pronunciation was still clear.
At least Mr. Baier was very surprised. "Boy, you are very smart."
Although it was just a simple greeting, it was not easy for a five or six-year-old child.
He did not feel any servile flattery from Gu Qingcheng and her son, but rather a kind of polite respect.
This feeling made Mr. Bayer, who had lived in China for several years, feel a little subtle, but mostly appreciative.
This is normal social interaction.
Instead of being like some Chinese people, who subconsciously fear and try to please foreigners when dealing with them.
The knee is too soft.
That look was too humble.
Mr. Bayer likes to hear nice words, but he doesn't appreciate clowns who only know how to flatter.
The Ms. Gu in front of him made him feel a little "admiration".
“Thank you for the compliment!”
When Li Yaozong saw Mr. Bayer's smile, he seemed to be encouraged and looked more relaxed.
He said thank you generously.
Mr. Baier's smile widened.
He even asked Li Yaozong about his studies with some enthusiasm.
When Mr. Bayer heard Gu Qingcheng say that she was looking for a suitable school for her child, he directly recommended the new school run by his church.
He said, "Ms. Gu, I am willing to be your referral. Your son is really smart, don't waste his time!"
Gu Qingcheng naturally would not refuse, "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Bayer. You are so kind, I will definitely repay you."
Having said that, Gu Qingcheng glanced at the horse farm and probably had an idea.
Mr. Bayer thought that Gu Qingcheng was just being polite.
However, Mr. Bayer still feels a sense of accomplishment that his kindness can be understood and appreciated by the other party.
After the small talk, it’s time to get down to business.
Mr. Baier began to observe several participating horses eagerly.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"Well, which number should I buy? Damn it, I can't lose again!"
Being laughed at is one thing, but the key is that it really costs money.
He has even started to advance next month's salary.
If he loses again, he will probably be out of money next month.
"Number four! Number four should win!"
Gu Qingcheng took Li Yaozong with her and carefully observed the horses.
He asked the horse farm staff some more questions, and then spoke with confidence.
Mr. Baier: ...
He looked at Gu Qingcheng, then at the horse that looked a little thin, with obvious disbelief in his green eyes.
"No! Ms. Gu, my intuition tells me that horse number one can win!"
Gu Qingcheng was a little speechless, "Mr. Bayer, do you buy lottery tickets based on your intuition?"
Although Gu Qingcheng herself believed in intuition, she was very clear that intuition was not accurate for everyone at all times.
Some people can always perfectly avoid all the right choices.
Mr. Bayer in front of us, who loses nine out of ten times, is probably this kind of person! Horse racing does rely on luck, but intuition can also play a considerable role.
But the skill of horse-viewing is also very important.
Otherwise, the stable would not have technicians who specialize in helping people look after horses.
"Yeah! My intuition is pretty good!"
When Mr. Bayer first came to China, he relied on his intuition.
After coming to China, his life was indeed very good.
With a considerable social status, one can also earn considerable commissions by helping to make connections.
If he could win at horse racing, his life would be even more perfect.
Gu Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, "So, Mr. Bayer always wins when betting on horses?"
Mr. Baier's face stiffened slightly. He laughed dryly twice and repeatedly emphasized and defended, "My intuition is great, but my luck is a bit bad!"
He chose the right horse, but those horses always had accidents of one kind or another and ultimately missed the championship.
Gu Qingcheng: ...
He is a bad guy and extremely stubborn.
Aren't people from Country D said to be rigorous? Shouldn't they trust technology more? "Mr. Bayer, I have the same great intuition as you, but I also seem to have exceptional luck!"
Gu Qingcheng followed Mr. Bayer's words and said with a smile, "For example, when I first arrived in the provincial capital, I met you, and you suggested that I attend classes at the university and helped my son get schooling."
"Mr. Bayer, do you think I am particularly lucky?"
Being flattered in such a high-end way, a smile appeared on Mr. Bayer's serious face.
"Yes, Ms. Gu, you are indeed lucky!"
It's your luck to meet me.
Mr. Baier couldn't help feeling a little smug.
But then, he changed the subject, "However, when it comes to horse racing, I still insist on believing in myself!"
Gu Qingcheng: ...
Well, I flattered you for nothing.
"Okay! Then let's each try it."
Gu Qingcheng did not continue to persuade, she insisted on her choice and bought ten horse racing tickets.
Mr. Bayer seemed to want to "prove" himself to Gu Qingcheng, and followed his "intuition" and bought ten shares of the number one horse.
Soon, the game began.
At the beginning, horse number one was indeed in the lead and running at the front.
Horse number four was surrounded by several horses and was running neither ahead nor behind.
Seeing this, Mr. Bayer felt a little proud. He picked up the wine glass and raised it towards Gu Qingcheng.
Gu Qingcheng didn't say anything and gave the other person a standard smile in return.
When we turned the corner, the situation on the field changed.
Horse number one seemed to be tripped by something and staggered noticeably.
Although it did not fall, its speed slowed down.
Horse number four broke through the encirclement, overtook on a curve, and finally came to the front.
Mr. Baier blinked, somewhat incredulous: the horse he had chosen ran very well, but how come he still lost in the end? "One more round!"
Mr. Bayer refused to believe it and continued to compete with Gu Qingcheng.
After losing three rounds in a row, while Ms. Gu next to him won three games in a row, Mr. Bayer's eyes changed.
He is stubborn, but he won't go against money.
"Ms. Gu, I must admit that you do have better luck. I'll buy with you this round."
"OK!"
Seeing that Mr. Bayer was no longer stubborn, Gu Qingcheng looked at the horse more carefully.
When Ma Yong walked onto the stands with a lady in a western-style dress, he saw Mr. Bayer and Gu Qingcheng "having a good chat"...
(End of this chapter)
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