Chapter 8 Big Talk
Please collect and recommend - it was precisely because Aunt Wen had such a bad temper that she lost her husband in middle age and became a widow. The two sons and one daughter she raised alone with great difficulty left the village after they got married and were unwilling to live in the same village with her.
So Aunt Wen lives alone now, and her home is not far from the Hua Butcher's house where Zhuang Qingning lives now, and it is also located at the entrance of the village.
Walking east, there is another house next to you.
When we arrived at Uncle Wen's house, the fence door made of wooden strips was open.
"Is Aunt Wen home?" Zhuang Qingning shouted loudly.
There was no response from the yard.
"Is Aunt Wen at home?"
"If you're looking for someone, just go into the house and look for him. Why are you yelling and screaming at the door? If I keep saying no, are you going to keep yelling at the door? Those who know you are looking for someone will know that, but those who don't will think you are calling for someone's soul!"
"It's so unlucky so early in the morning. I really don't know what sin I have committed."
There was a lot of scolding, but there was no sign of Wen.
Zhuang Qingsui was so scared that he grabbed Zhuang Qingning's sleeve and hid behind her, not daring to show his head.
Zhuang Qingning patted her hands, signaling her not to be too scared, then walked into the yard and headed towards the main room.
In the main room, Wen was sitting on a bench eating breakfast.
A thin cornmeal porridge with pickled mustard greens, eaten slowly.
"Uncle Wen." Zhuang Qingning called out with a smile.
Mrs. Wen raised her eyelids and glanced at Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui, then quickly lowered them again, and continued to eat pickles leisurely: "Who was I at that time? It turned out to be Ning, the girl who had just established a female household in the village."
"Aunt Wen knows about this?" Zhuang Qingning was a little surprised.
Yesterday morning she went to look for the daughter household established by Zhuang Jingye. I'm afraid few people know about it now. Even Zhuang Ruman, seeing that she didn't make any movement at the moment, probably doesn't know about it yet. She just thinks that she ran away. Wen has never gone out since her children moved away. How did she know?
"There are so many people in the village, and so many things going on. If you farted in the yard today, the whole village would smell the stench in less than half an hour. I am not deaf or blind, how could I not know about such a big thing as someone establishing a daughter-in-law?"
Mrs. Wen glanced at Zhuang Qingning and said, "They say that people don't come to see you for no reason. Why are you running over here so early in the morning? Tell me, what's the matter?"
"To be honest, I came to see you for two reasons."
Zhuang Qingning smiled and said, "The first thing is that I want to rent the tofu shop in your house."
After Zhuang Shengxing passed away, Wen opened this tofu shop. She relied on this tofu shop to support her entire family and raised her three children.
In recent years, the children moved out one by one, and Mrs. Wen was too old to continue running the tofu shop business alone, so the shop became idle.
When Mrs. Wen heard this, she stopped what she was doing, glanced at Zhuang Qingning and said, "So this is your idea."
"I'm not a good talker. Even if someone wants to buy my tofu shop, I've never dared to say it. You're the first one who can speak openly to me."
"Let's not talk about whether I agree to this or not. Now, what is this second matter?"
"This second one is the pancake made with two kinds of flour that I made this morning. I thought it tasted okay, so I brought it to you, aunt, to have a taste." Zhuang Qingning said as he handed over the pancake, which was still warm in his hand.
Mrs. Wen was not polite. She took it, tasted it, and nodded slightly: "It's edible, but..."
"Where did you get this? Song Shi has always been very thief. Even if she asked you to cook, she would scoop the noodles for you personally. How could you steal food under her nose?"
"Well, of course I have my own way." Zhuang Qingning replied with a smile.
"Yes, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each has his own way of doing things." Wen finished one of the pancakes, then picked up another one and continued eating.
"Will your aunt agree to let me rent your tofu shop?" Zhuang Qingning asked.
"What? If I don't agree, I have to return the cake and can't eat it?" Mrs. Wen rolled her eyes.
"Of course not."
Zhuang Qingning smiled and said, "When asking for help, these are naturally necessary. Regardless of whether it is necessary or not, since I have brought these things, I will naturally give them to you, my aunt."
"What's more, if I give this thing first, it means I'm taking advantage of the other party's lack of money and forcing them to agree. That's why I told them my purpose first and then gave them the thing."
If you feel it is appropriate, then accept it with peace of mind, but if you feel it is inappropriate, then just decline it. There is no need to worry about not knowing what to do because of face after accepting something.
Zhuang Qingning has the proper attitude and his own way when asking others to do something for him.
"You are quite interesting, kid."
Mrs. Wen continued, "Then tell me again, why do you want to rent my tofu shop? Why do you think I will agree? Everyone in the village knows my temper. I am the hardest to talk to. Not everyone can rent this tofu shop."
"To be frank, this all depends on whether I am happy or not. If I am happy, I will give it away for free, let alone rent it. But if I am not happy, I will not rent it to you even if the king of heaven comes to me."
"I rented the tofu shop because my sister and I had no land and no livelihood, so I thought of using the tofu shop to grind tofu and support ourselves."
"As for what I think you will agree to, Auntie..."
Zhuang Qingning grinned, eyebrows slightly raised: "That's because you and I are the same person, so I think you will agree to me."
The same people...
Wen was slightly stunned.
After a moment, he still glanced at Zhuang Qingning: "Anything else?"
"I can grind out tofu that's even more delicious than the one you grind, Aunt Wen." Zhuang Qingning answered loudly.
Wen was stunned again.
This time, even Zhuang Qingsui, who was extremely nervous and had been hiding behind Zhuang Qingning, was stunned.
The tofu ground by Wen's tofu shop has always been praised for its delicious taste.
It was precisely because the tofu made by Wen was so delicious that, even though Wen had a bad temper, the tofu shop's business was always booming, and even forced the tofu shop in the neighboring village to close down.
Zhuang Qingning actually said that he could grind tofu that tastes better than the one grinded by Mr. Wen?
"Little girl, you are so young and you already know how to brag?" Mrs. Wen frowned and stared at Zhuang Qingning: "I am not bragging, but in the ten or so villages around here, no one can grind tofu that is as delicious as mine."
Thanks to Yinzhu Nianbing for the reward, thank you for your support~ (End of this chapter)
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