Chen Changsheng woke up in the morning and went to the street to eat a bowl of noodles.
Speaking of which, the taste of this noodle is really good, almost the same as what I had in my previous life.
The shopkeeper of Baixiang Noodle Shop is Dr. Wang's son, and the busy people in the noodle shop are a couple. It is said that shopkeeper Wang found a wife after his noodle shop business started to improve. She can endure hardships and treats him well.
When Chen Changsheng arrived, there were not many people in the noodle shop.
The shopkeeper also had some free time and asked Chen Changsheng after seeing him.
"Is the guest from Qingshan City?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and replied: "Half of a Qingshan City citizen."
"Half?"
"Well, I spent the first half of my life somewhere else, and I plan to stay here for the second half of my life. Well... I don't know for sure. Maybe I will leave later."
Shopkeeper Wang was stunned after hearing this. He immediately understood that this diner was probably alone, and it was not easy to ask questions like this.
Shopkeeper Wang asked: "Have your guests tasted the noodles from my shop before?"
Chen Changsheng said: "I tasted it three years ago, and it didn't taste as good as it does now."
"Three years ago?"
Shopkeeper Wang was stunned.
The wife on the side said: "The shop didn't open three years ago, right?"
Shopkeeper Wang said: "Yes."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "Your Majesty invited Chen to eat at that time."
Shopkeeper Wang heard that Chen Changsheng called himself Chen and heard him mention his father, and he immediately reacted.
Shopkeeper Wang said: "Are you...are you Mr. Chen, the storyteller in the teahouse?"
"Did Dr. Wang mention Chen to the shopkeeper?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Shopkeeper Wang sat down and said: "I mentioned it, I mentioned it, my father said that if it weren't for Mr. Chen, there might not be this noodle shop, let alone the third best thing in Qingshan City."
After saying that, he called his wife: "Go and get some more pieces of meat for Mr., I want big pieces with fat on them!"
"No need to bother, no need to bother." Chen Changsheng stopped him and said, "Chen will be full after eating these and can't eat more."
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll ask Madam to wrap it up and take it back to Mr. Chen."
"By the way, does Mr. Chen still live in Chuanfeng Alley?"
"It's over there."
Shopkeeper Wang added: "My father seemed to have left a letter for my husband before. It is at my uncle's place, which is the original medical clinic. I wonder if he has received it?"
"received."
Chen Changsheng nodded.
He had always kept the letter asking him how he was doing.
Shopkeeper Wang nodded and said: "That's good, that's good."
Taking advantage of this free time, the two started chatting.
Shopkeeper Wang told Chen Changsheng about his father's life.
When Dr. Wang was young, he worked as a medicine boy in a medical clinic. He learned some skills from doctors and occasionally read some medical books on his own, so he learned some basic medical skills, but he was not very good at it.
I thought I would continue to study like this, but the war and the collapse of the country have affected Qingshan City. Qingshan City is in the center and is inevitably in danger.
Doctor Wang survived by luck, but the hospital never opened again.
Later, after the war subsided, he opened a pharmacy in Chuanfeng Alley. He mainly dispensed medicine and rarely treated people because he knew that his medical skills were not good enough.
Chen Changsheng also didn't expect that it was only after Doctor Wang passed away that he gradually understood what kind of person he was and what he had experienced in his life.
Actually speaking, he shouldn't be that familiar.
But it was only half a month, but he was so cherished that he even left a letter for him before he died.
When Chen Changsheng saw the letter, he was also in a daze.
Shopkeeper Wang sighed and said, "My father has actually lived a pretty good life. At least he hasn't suffered any major sins, and I have also enjoyed the blessings."
"Life will get better and better in the future." Chen Changsheng said.
"I would like to lend you my kind words, sir."
After a few words of conversation, someone came over to eat some noodles.
Shopkeeper Wang had to go and do some business first, while Chen Changsheng ate the noodles and planned to pay and leave.
Shopkeeper Wang's wife confiscated his money.
He even took a bowl filled with braised pork and forced it on Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng couldn't shirk it, so he took it into his hands.
But he insisted on paying for the money.
Don't take too much advantage.
Shopkeeper Wang's wife couldn't resist, so she had to accept the few cents.
Chen Changsheng returned to the courtyard with the bowl of meat.
Ping An stood guard at the door, and when he saw Uncle Chen coming back, he went up to greet him.
"What did Uncle Chen serve? It smells so good!"
Chen Changsheng said: "The braised pork, let's try it later."
"good!"
"Where's Ruyi?"
"My sister followed my mother to the well to wash clothes. Ping An also wanted to go, but my mother said this was a job for women and wouldn't let me go."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "When Ping An grows up, he will be the head of the family."
“What is being in charge?”
"Nothing, just go in."
Chen Changsheng opened the door and entered the courtyard.
Ping An walked to the main hall, picked up the wooden sword and started practicing.
He is not yet old enough to go to school.
Furthermore, he actually knew many things when he was three years old, but now he just wants to practice swordsmanship.
Probably because I can beat my sister.
Chen Changsheng entered the kitchen. Speaking of which, he had not used the kitchen since he came back.
Taking a closer look, the kitchen knives in the kitchen were already rusty.
Chen Changsheng sighed helplessly, and when he saw a whetstone, he decided to sharpen the knife.
But when I looked at the water tank, I found it was empty.
He couldn't help but shook his head, suddenly feeling a little pitiful.
Sure enough, in many things, only at that time do you realize that something is missing.
There was no way to cut the meat, so Chen Changsheng had to break a piece and give it to Ping An.
It tastes delicious this way, but in Chen Changsheng's opinion, it tastes much better when cut into slices.
“It smells so good!”
Ping An didn't care about these, he ate with relish.
Even in good years, it is not often possible to eat meat, let alone such good meat.
Ping An's mouth was full of oil and he asked: "Uncle Chen, how long will Ping An practice this for?"
Chen Changsheng said: "It's still far from enough. It should be almost done when Chen comes back next time."
"ah?"
Ping An was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said: "Uncle Chen still wants to leave?"
Chen Changsheng thought of the "Purana Sutra" in his sleeve. He paused and said, "Not necessarily..."
Whether this "Purana Sutra" can escape the curse, he is not sure yet. He will only know if he tries it when the soul fire is about to extinguish.
Ping An blinked and said, "Why is Uncle Chen leaving?"
"Uncle Chen, I don't want to leave either."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "But there is no way, this is my fate."
Ping An swallowed the meat in his mouth and looked at Uncle Chen blankly.
Obviously, he doesn't understand what fate is.
After eating the meat, Ping An wiped his mouth with his sleeve and rested for a while before practicing his sword.
In the blink of an eye, Ping An became more and more comfortable with the sword.
Although it is still far behind, compared to many people, it is already very, very good.
In terms of swordsmanship, Ping An is still very talented.