Zhang struggled hard, but couldn't break free, and said with a red face: "I'm going to shout Xing'er!" ”

"You shout, I don't know who used my body as a heater that night."

Zhang lowered his head and whispered in protest: "People are like that because they are sick, and I don't remember anything?" ”

"Then let me help you think back to the beginning."

Zhen Ming said bitterly, and put his hand around her little waist.

His step-by-step pressing made Zhang a little panicked, and his tone was begging: "Young Master Zhen, you can't bully me like this." ”

Seeing that she was really afraid of skin-to-skin contact with him, Zhen Ming couldn't bear to force her too much, let go of her hand, and sat on the stool on the other side.

"Thank you." Zhang glanced at him gratefully.

"Boss Zhang, didn't sleep so late just to say thank you to me, right?"

Seeing that he kept his distance, Zhang finally returned to normal, and said with a smile: "I thought about the opening of the store you said today, and you still have to find someone else, I don't think I'm very suitable." ”

Zhen Ming said bitterly: "Why? I came up with this idea after lying in bed for half a month. ”

Zhang was silent, obviously worried.

"If you don't like to show up in front of people, you don't actually have to go to the store, as long as you make sure that the snacks in the store are the original flavor of the authentic Zhang's tofu stall, as for other aspects, I will be responsible for finding someone to help, don't bother you, the proprietress grinds soy milk every day like before......"

Zhang shook his head lightly and said: "It's not like this, I have been selling tofu with my father Lin since I was a child, and I have long been used to showing up, Zhen Gongzi is desperate to help me, save me three times and twice, and almost lose my life, and now I still have food and shelter, I already owe Zhen Gongzi a lot, and I can't ...... anymore."

Zhen Mingku suddenly stood up and interrupted her, "I'm sleeping." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards his room, yawned as he left, and said, "If you feel that you owe me, try to be the proprietress of this shop, and pay me back when you have earned money." ”

Zhang sat there, watching Zhen Mingku enter his room in a daze, close the door, and after a while, he smiled sweetly, stood up, and went back to the room.

……

A few days later, at the gate of Zhang's yard.

Yang Tong stood in the dilapidated courtyard, a gust of autumn wind blew, and the fallen leaves fell from the trees on the side of the road, looking at the messy courtyard inside, with a shocked face.

He only left Luoyang for a month, but he didn't expect that Zhang's family would become like this.

He was stunned for a while, then turned around and rushed into Zhen Mingku's house in a hurry, Xing'er and Huan'er were learning to make all kinds of Western desserts in the yard according to Zhen Mingku's recipe for them.

Sun Langzhong was decocting medicine in a corner of the courtyard, scooping a spoon from time to time to taste the taste.

The smell of cream and Chinese herbs wafts through the courtyard, and when the two are combined, there is a very special taste that makes people whet their appetite.

Yang Tong sniffed with his nose, and he smelled this taste, which was similar to the Portuguese egg tart that Zhen Mingku gave him before, but it was a little different, it seemed to add some special spices, sweet but not greasy, fragrant but not strong.

Only I don't see Zhen's life.

He asked suspiciously, "Isn't this Brother Zhen's house?" ”

Hearing this, Xing'er turned her head and glanced at him, frowning: "Who are you?" What to do with Brother Zhen? ”

Yang Tong's eyes lit up, the girl in front of him was about thirteen or fourteen years old, she looked beautiful and beautiful, her fair and pink face was stained with white cream, and she was holding two eggs in her hands, she was cute and cute, and she couldn't help asking: "This beautiful sister, what is your name?" ”

Xing'er has been used to Zhen's hard blow, and it is the first time that she has been praised for her beauty by a handsome young man, and she has a good impression of this handsome young man, and she smiled: "My name is Xing'er, do you have something to do with Brother Zhen?" He and Sister Zhang went to the stone carving shop to make shop signs. ”

Yang Tong came back to his senses and hurriedly asked, "Is the Sister Zhang you said to be Tofu Shih Tzu Zhang?" ”

"Yes," Xing'er nodded, and suddenly came to her senses: "Ah, I remember, Sister Zhang mentioned you to me, you are Yang Tong!" ”

"Hehe, did Sister Zhang mention me to you? Sister Xing'er can call me Ah Dong. ”

Yang Tong laughed happily, couldn't help but let go of his hanging heart, and then became nervous again, and hurriedly asked, "Brother Zhen is with her?" Which stone carving shop did they go to? ”

"It seems to be called Yan's Painting Boat...... Hey, won't you even say thank you? Impolite guys! ”

Before Xing'er finished speaking, Yang Tong had already turned around and ran out of the yard, stepped on the horse and galloped away......

……

"Boss, what I want is to give people a feeling of sweetness to the heart, your words are written in the sun, not suitable for signboards, suitable for tombstones."

"I'm here to make tombstones."

Zhen Mingku was in a stone carving shop at this time, explaining to the boss the style of the signboard he wanted, describing what kind of feeling the words on the signboard should be written, but it was a pity that the owner of the stone carving shop was a middle-aged man over forty years old, with a blank expression, and a glance at the work.

Zhen Ming patiently explained: "Actually, you can be a little flexible, you don't need to be so angular, masculine, and look like you have an enmity with someone, you think about it carefully, when you write, think about the person who makes your heart feel sweet like honey, and makes you want to melt in her arms, such as your wife......"

The boss was expressionless: "My wife ran away with someone, and I thought she was dead." ”

"Where's your daughter?"

"Married, never came back to see me once, I thought she was dead."

"Where's your son?"

"Dead in battle."

"Are there any living people?"

"Nope."

"Keep carving your tombstone, it's hard for you."

Zhen Ming sighed bitterly, turned around and walked out of the stone carving shop.

At this time, Zhang was picking out a stone mill in a shop next door, and she didn't want people to know that she came with him, or even to let people know him, let alone that he had held her hand, touched her beautiful legs, and kissed her little mouth.

It is a market for calligraphy, painting and carving, and there are dozens of shops in an alley, where there are many talented and unfamous artists, but with superb skills, and jewelry merchants from all over the world come here to find craftsmen to make their collections.

The owner of the shop he just asked was an expert who specialized in making various banners and tombstone tablets for the funerals of some high-ranking officials.

This is what he found out after he entered the store.

In addition to these shops, there are many simple stalls at the entrance of the store, some selling antiques, some selling calligraphy and paintings, some helping people carve seals, and helping people measure words and interpret dreams.

Most of these people are also some despondent literati scholars, and helping others write and paint is their only means of making a living.

As soon as Zhen Mingku left the store, a few down-and-out middle-aged people who looked like scholars surrounded him and asked him if he wanted to buy a few landscape paintings, pictures of ladies, imitations of Wang Xizhi's Lanting Collection Preface and the like, which was completely the posture of a Jianghu artist.

One of them, a thin young man of about ten years old, caught his attention.