Tang Zangyue ordered a table of signature dishes in the private room and gave the waiter a broken piece of silver.
It makes Uncle Zhao envious.
"Uncle Zhao, come and sit."
"Me? How dare you, how dare you."
Tang Zangyue held up the wine glass, took a sip, tapped her lower body with her chin, and said, "Since you are here to see the world, sit down wherever you want. Speaking of which..."
Uncle Zhao stopped resisting, but before his butt touched the stool, Tang Zangyue said again: "The older you get, the more you see, and your mouth is usually the strictest. After all, there are people in this world who can't let go, right?
?”
Uncle Zhao was sitting on pins and needles.
Tang Zangyue didn't pick up the food, and Uncle Zhao didn't dare to touch his chopsticks. It wasn't until all the dishes were served that the cashier took Shififu, who had changed into clean clothes, into the private room.
Her eyes fell on Fifteen's slender body but a pair of proud breasts.
This kid is really...a man who pretends to be a woman and doesn't dress up in a low-key manner.
Mr. Accountant: "I asked the female dishwasher in the backyard of the restaurant to help me change and wash clean clothes for this little... little girl. Not to mention, the old lady has a good eye, and any child she picks up will have a pretty face."
Tang Zangyue did not respond, but said concisely: "Name."
I guess I know who I'm interrogating.
Uncle Zhao and Mr. Accountant who were present did not dare to interrupt.
The stubborn little beggar Fifteen tilted his head and hummed: "I don't have a name!"
"Oh...Sir, the dishes are all here. Let's sit down and eat together."
Mr. Accountant had just sat down, and Shi Fifteen followed suit, but Tang Zangyue said coldly: "Did I ask you to sit down too?"
Fifteen was dumbfounded: What? You’re just putting on a show and you don’t want people to have a good meal?
He begged all the way from the county seat to the county, and he happened to be lucky enough to bump into the old lady. Is it easy for him?
Fifteen's silly look would be interpreted differently in the eyes of Mr. Accountant and Uncle Zhao.
They couldn't figure out what Mrs. Tang meant.
He picked up a little beggar and said he was going to be a child bride, washed him, put him in clean clothes, and then... left him to dry?
Tang Zangyue raised her wine glass to the accountant, and did not shy away from others. She only said: "I see that the junior lady is quite spiritual. Her natal family is really unreliable, and her husband's family also needs to be considered. By then, if she is desperate,
'Chu Yu' can be her habitat. If you train her well, maybe this Miss Shi will become the chief designer of 'Chu Yu'."
"What is a chief designer?" Mr. Accountant asked.
Regarding the definition of a designer, Tang Zangyue gave the popular knowledge to shopkeeper Chu early when "Chu Yu" was recruiting.
Tang Zangyue: "The chief designer belongs to the head of a team. He must have a unique and sharp vision, be able to guide the designers below, and be a blockbuster as soon as he makes a move, just like me now." Although, these works are not.
She is original.
"This Miss Shi has talent and aura. If she is buried in the back house, it will really be a loss for Shopkeeper Chu..."
Mr. Accountant immediately understood and said: "If Miss Shi is in trouble, our shopkeeper Chu will not sit idly by and give Miss Shi a place of refuge."
Tang Zangyue nodded, "Now that 'Chu Yu' has become big, Shopkeeper Chu should think about his accomplishments in clothes besides jewelry."
"clothes?"
"Yes, clothes. But I'm really not good at designing clothes. But I can provide my ideas to the future chief designer."
"Okay madam, I understand." Mr. Accountant is from Shopkeeper Chu. This time, he will report the situation to Shopkeeper Chu.
By then, there is no telling whether the teacher lady will take up her post early.
After talking about "Chu Yu", Tang Zangyue turned his attention to Shi Shi and wrote lightly: "Now, can I know your name?"
Fifteen years old, I just wanted to return to the world. When I looked into Tang Zangyue's eyes, it seemed to read: Think carefully before speaking, otherwise you won't be able to eat this meal.
Fifteen is hungry.
He gave all the banknotes given by the old lady to the others in Xiantiantian, except himself. Because he had to pretend to be a beggar, he didn't hide a penny on his body. Now he is starving and thin.
Fifteen's voice was muffled, even a little aggrieved: "I am the fifteenth in the family, please call me Fifteen."
"Oh... Fifteen, come and sit."
Uncle Zhao gave up his seat and continued to eat vegetables while Fifteen sat next to Tang Zangyue.
Tang Zangyue made routine inquiries on the fifteenth day.
"how old are you?"
"Can not remember."
"Where are you from?"
Fifteen's eyes were blank, and he said: "I don't know, I was raised by Uncle Bo."
"Uncle Bo? What are you doing?"
"Like me, a beggar."
Tang Zangyue chuckled, "You don't feel inferior to your status at all."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of! I've always begged for food based on my ability!"
"The fifteenth in the family? So, you have older brothers and sisters?"
"Uncle Bo has adopted many homeless little beggars, and I am one of them. There must be brothers and sisters among them!"
Wave is used in the word "老general".
"Oh, what about Uncle Bo?"
Fifteen bowed his head and said: "He passed away."
Fifteen showed no emotion when he said this. Despite his young age, he actually had a lot of lives on his hands, so he didn't care about human lives. He only knew how to be loyal to Mrs. Tang and protect the Xiao family.
"Oh." This is also true.
Tang Zangyue: "It just so happens that we are short of manpower at home, would you like to follow me?"
Fifteen raised his chin, nodded and said, "Yes...do you have enough food?"
"Tube."
That night, I did not go back to Jiuli Village. Instead, under the guidance of the accountant, I found an inn to stay at.
Tang Zangyue and Uncle Zhao, fifteen and fifteen, requested three upper rooms.
Uncle Zhao was flattered, "Old madam, I'd better forget it..."
Tang Zangyue waved her hand, "Come out with me today. Uncle Zhao must also see that I don't have any money in my hands. I should work hard for the Xiao family. From now on, not to mention living in an inn and having a house, I can even buy a yard on the county land."
Uncle Zhao had no choice but to agree.
In the middle of the night, the window of Tang Zangyue's house was opened.
Feeling the cold wind, she wrapped herself in her coat and got up without leaving the bed.
Looking at the thin figure in front of her, Tang Zangyue rarely said at a loss for words: "You won't leave when there is a door, do you have to climb through the window?"
"I'm used to it." Fifteen said expressionlessly.
"Yes, you have adapted well to your new identity. You haven't been in contact with anyone else in Xiantian in recent months?"
"The old lady asked me to pretend to be a beggar. I was afraid of being exposed and had no contact with anyone else."
"It's good to be cautious."
"Old Madam..." Shi Shifang struggled for a long time before saying, "Do you really want me to marry your eldest grandson?"
"Hmm? Can you marry?"
"No, I heard from the second child that ordinary people attach great importance to the reproduction of children. I practice martial arts all year round and have changed my physique. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to get pregnant."
"So, you think men can have children?"
"Ah? Can't?"
Tang Zangyue saw the cold-faced little dead soldier's expression - dullness.
She smiled slightly: "No."
Fifteen suddenly said: "No wonder, I have only heard of men marrying women, but never of men marrying men."
"I haven't asked you yet, why are you dressing up as a woman?"