One is an old scholar from Daozhu Village, who is in his fifties and is still taking part in the provincial examinations. The other is a student from Luoxia Village, who is thirty-eight years old and has also failed the examinations many times. He now works as an accountant at Zuixiangfang.
The last one is a student from Taoyuan Village, only nineteen years old. He just passed the examination for student status a few years ago and is full of energy and ambition. It is unlikely that he will be a teacher.
Song Yuehua asked, "The one from Taoyuan Village, is he called Gu Qing?"
"Exactly!" Hou Wu said, "So you recognized him."
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "I am also from Taoyuan Village."
In short, Gu Qing can be ruled out. Let’s not talk about the old scholar in Daozhu Village. Zuixiangfang is not far away, so we can go there first.
It was almost noon. It was Song Yuehua's first time in a restaurant, so she didn't dare to be too extravagant. She and Hou Wu each ordered a bowl of noodles, a pot of tea, and a side dish.
The two found a seat close to the counter. When Song Yuehua looked up, she saw the student, Guo Huaizhong, who was fiddling with an abacus with a dull look on his face.
It was a rare opportunity to come to a restaurant, so Song Yuehua tasted the noodles in the bowl.
The soup base was made from chicken broth, but because there was more water than chicken, it had no fragrance but only a fishy smell. The noodles had been soaked for too long and had become swollen. The soft noodles were soaked in the chicken-smelling water. Song Yuehua found this meal boring.
On the other hand, Hou Wu, who was sitting opposite him, finished all the noodles and soup, and even wanted to lick the bottom of the bowl.
Did she go out without her tongue?
After finishing the noodles and drinking two pots of tea, they sat for a while before going to pay the bill.
Guo Huaizhong only reacted when paying the bill, but usually sat there with a sullen face and without saying a word. Song Yuehua didn't really want such a depressed person.
As a result, when it came time to pay the bill, Song Yuehua was also depressed.
Two bowls of noodles cost 400 wen, two pots of tea cost 100 wen, and the side dishes were free, for a total of 500 wen.
Guo Huaizhong reported the bill expressionlessly, and Song Yuehua paid with a heart-wrenching feeling.
Although she was heartbroken, she couldn't forget the important things. She pretended to be relaxed and said, "I heard that you have the reputation of a student. How can you be willing to be a small accountant?"
Guo Huaizhong raised his head and asked in a bad tone, "Who are you?"
Seeing that it was a little girl, she scolded, "Go away, go away, pay the bill and leave immediately. If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude!"
He is frustrated, emotionally unstable, sensitive, and snobbish, so he is not fit to be a teacher, Song Yuehua secretly evaluated in her heart.
Just as I was about to leave, there was a loud noise from upstairs.
Looking up, I saw a box door being kicked open, and heard angry curses, "What kind of slop is this? How dare you serve it to your young master? Do you think your business is too stable?"
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