Quick Transmigration: After becoming beautiful, I am numb

Chapter 87 The vicious stepmother of the Republic of China (22)

Mrs. Wang was busy for two or three hours, and at noon, four steaming dishes and one soup were already placed on the table of the Eight Immortals.

There is also a basket of slightly yellowed white-faced steamed buns.

Gu Qingcheng: ...Sure enough!
And looking at the food, although it is not complete in color, fragrance, but for home cooking, it is already very good.

Mrs. Wang wiped her hands with her apron nervously, "Ms. Gu, try it and see if it suits you?"

"it is good!"

Gu Qingcheng took the chopsticks and took a sip of each dish.

It's ok, just a little bit salty.

However, it is easy to understand, it is said that this is Shandong cuisine.

Shandong cuisine is heavy on oil and sauce, and tends to be salty.

As a noble daughter of an aristocratic family, Gu Qingcheng pays attention to health preservation, and is used to a light diet, so she is not used to it.

"It's a little salty. My mouth is lighter. Sister Wang, please pay more attention in the future."

Gu Qingcheng was not polite, but directly made his request.

Mrs. Wang laughed, "Hey! Good!"

Ms. Gu said "in the future", which means that she is still satisfied with her and is willing to let her help in the kitchen.

Finding another job, and taking care of Ms. Gu doesn't look like a mean person, so Mrs. Wang can only be happy.

Gu Qingcheng asked about the wages.

Mrs. Wang did not lie, but told the market price.

In the end, the two sides negotiated and finalized the price, "Help cook two meals a day, sixty cents a month."

As for the work of washing clothes and removing and washing quilt covers, it is calculated according to the number of pieces.

Basically, it costs ten cents for a wash basin, and Mrs. Wang brings the soap herself.

After excluding the loss of soap, you basically earn hard-earned money.

It's okay in the summer, but really miserable in the winter.

Gu Qingcheng is not a mean person, even if she wants to plot, she plots against the rich and powerful.

For the common people at the bottom, she has the compassion of the superiors.

She gave Mrs. Wang two cents, which was today's fare and tomorrow's food.

"Oh, Ms. Gu, don't worry, Dali and I will do a good job for you in the future. By the way, if you have any heavy work, don't be polite, just call."

Sister-in-law Wang thanked her repeatedly, and she could see that Ms. Gu was a generous and good customer.

After seeing off Mrs. Wang, Gu Qingcheng took Li Yaozong to dinner.

There were people cooking and washing clothes, and Gu Qingcheng was no longer disturbed by trivial matters.

She started to study with Li Yaozong.

Li Yaozong endorsed and practiced calligraphy, while Gu Qingcheng read books and newspapers eagerly.

The lives of the mother and son have gradually entered the right track.

Soon it will be Saturday.

Gu Qingcheng did not forget the agreement with Mr. Bayer.

She made an agreement with Wang Dali in advance.

It just so happened that today was the weekend, and the customers who chartered the car did not go to work, so Wang Dali was free.

Gu Qingcheng simply chartered his rickshaw.

"Ms. Gu, would you still like to watch Marseille?"

While running fast, Wang Dali chatted with Gu Qingcheng.

He knew that Gu Qingcheng was a "noble man", but he still didn't expect that Gu Qingcheng, who belonged to a woman's family, would also go to the racecourse.

Especially Gu Qingcheng's dress is very traditional, she looks like an old-fashioned woman.

Unexpectedly, she also bet on horses.

Gee, this is a game only played by the truly rich.

"I heard that the racecourse is quite lively. I'll go and see it for a while."

Gu Qingcheng didn't elaborate, but replied vaguely.

When they arrived at the racecourse, Gu Qingcheng led Li Yaozong in.

She didn't have the shyness of a newcomer, even if she didn't know the rules, she still asked questions openly.

"Ms. Gu?"

Mr. Bayer came to the stands and looked around as usual. When his eyes came into contact with Gu Qingcheng, he was a little surprised.

Is this person really here?
On campus that day, Mr. Bayer just said casually that he didn't expect that Gu Qingcheng would really come to "answer the appointment".

"Mr. Bayer, good morning!"

Gu Qingcheng pretended not to see the surprise in Mr. Bayer's eyes, and she greeted him politely.

She also took her son's hand, "Yaozong, send my greetings to Mr. Bayer!"

Li Yaozong was a little shy, but he still raised his little head obediently and said in the D language that Gu Qingcheng specially gave him: "Mr. Bayer, good morning!"

The little guy's tone of voice was a bit stiff, but his articulation was still clear.

At least, Mr. Baier was very surprised when he heard it, "Son, you are very smart."

Although it was just a simple greeting, it was not easy for a five or six-year-old child.

From Gu Qingcheng's mother and son, he didn't feel that kind of servile flattery, but a kind of etiquette respect.

This kind of feeling makes Mr. Bayer, who has lived in China for several years, a little subtle, but he appreciates it more.

This is normal social interaction.

Instead of being like some Chinese people, when they treat foreigners, they subconsciously fear and please them.

Those knees are too soft.

That look was too humble.

Mr. Bayer likes to hear good things, but he doesn't appreciate those clowns who only flatter themselves.

The Ms. Gu in front of him made him feel a little "appreciation".

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Seeing Mr. Bayer's smile, Li Yaozong seemed to be encouraged, and his expression became more relaxed.

He said thank you generously.

Mr. Bair's smile widened.

He even enthusiastically asked about Li Yaozong's studies.

Hearing from Gu Qingcheng that he was looking for a suitable school for his children, Mr. Baier directly recommended the new school run by his church.

And said, "Ms. Gu, I am willing to be a recommender. Your son is really smart, don't delay!"

Naturally, Gu Qingcheng would not refuse, "Then please trouble Mr. Bayer. You are so kind, I will definitely repay you."

Having said this, Gu Qingcheng glanced at the racecourse and probably had an idea.

Mr. Bayer only thought that Gu Qingcheng was being polite.

However, Mr. Baier still feels quite fulfilled if his kindness can make the other party understand and appreciate him.

After the small talk, it's "business".

Mr. Beyer eagerly began to observe some of the participating horses.

"Well, what number should I buy? Damn it, I can't lose anymore!"

Being laughed at is one thing, but the key is that it costs money.

He has started to advance next month's salary.

If he loses again, next month, he will probably drink the northwest wind.

"No. [-]! No. [-] should be able to win!"

Gu Qingcheng pulled Li Yaozong and observed the horses carefully.

He asked the racecourse staff some questions, and then said with confidence.

Mr. Bayer: ...

He looked at Gu Qingcheng and then at the limp-looking horse, with obvious disbelief in his green eyes.

"No! Ms. Gu, my intuition tells me that the No. [-] horse can win the championship!"

Gu Qingcheng was speechless, "Mr. Baier, do you buy betting tickets based on your intuition?"

Although Gu Qingcheng also believes in intuition, she is very clear that intuition is not accurate for everyone and all the time.

Some people are always able to perfectly avoid all the right choices.

And the Mr. Bayer in front of him, who lost nine out of ten bets, is probably this kind of person!
Betting on horses really depends on luck, and intuition can also play a considerable role.

But Soma's skills are also very important.

Otherwise, the racecourse would not have technicians who specialize in helping people look at horses.

"Yeah! My instincts are great!"

When he first came to China, Mr. Bayer relied on his own intuition.

After coming to China, his life was indeed very good.

With a considerable social status, you can also earn a lot of commission by helping matchmaking.

If he can win the horse betting, then his life will be more perfect.

Gu Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, "So, Mr. Bayer often wins when betting on horses?"

Mr. Bayer's face froze slightly, he laughed dryly, repeatedly emphasized and defended, "My intuition is great, but my luck is a bit bad!"

He picked the right horse, but those horses will always have accidents of one kind or another, and eventually miss the championship.

Gu Qingcheng: ...

He is addicted to food and is extremely stubborn.

Didn't it mean that the people of country D are rigorous, shouldn't they believe in technology more?
"Mr. Baier, I have the same intuition as you, but my luck seems to be exceptionally good!"

Gu Qingcheng followed Mr. Bayer's words and said with a smile, "For example, I met you when I first came to the provincial capital. You also suggested that I attend the university hall and help my son solve the problem of going to school."

"Mr. Bayer, do you think I am very lucky?"

After being flattered by such a high-end person, a smile appeared on Mr. Bayer's serious face.

"Yes, Ms. Gu, you are indeed lucky!"

It really is your luck to meet me.

Mr. Bayer could not help feeling a little self-satisfied.

But then, he changed the subject, "However, when it comes to betting on horses, I still insist on believing in myself!"

Gu Qingcheng: ...

Well, I'm flattering you for nothing.

"Okay! Then let's give it a try each."

Gu Qingcheng did not continue to persuade, she insisted on her choice and bought ten betting tickets.

Mr. Bayer seemed to want to "prove" himself to Gu Qingcheng, and he bought ten copies of the No. [-] horse according to his "intuition".

Not long after, the game began.

At the beginning, Horse No. [-] really took the lead and ran at the front here.

Horse No. [-] was surrounded by several horses and ran forward and backward.

Seeing this situation, Mr. Bayer felt a little proud. He picked up his wine glass and raised it towards Gu Qingcheng.

Gu Qingcheng didn't speak, and gave the other party a standard smile.

When turning the corner, the situation on the field changed——

Horse No. [-] seemed to be tripped by something, and his figure obviously staggered.

Although it didn't fall, it slowed down.

The No. [-] horse overtook the encirclement, overtook a corner, and finally rushed to the front.

Mr. Bayer blinked, a little in disbelief: The horse he chose ran very well, but why did he still lose in the end?
"One more round!"

Mr. Baier does not believe in evil, and continues to compete with Gu Qingcheng.

After losing three rounds in a row, while Ms. Gu next to him won three rounds in a row, Mr. Bayer's eyes changed.

He's stubborn, but he doesn't get stuck with money.

"Ms. Gu, I must admit that your 'luck' is indeed better. This round, I will buy with you."

"Okay!"

Gu Qingcheng saw that Mr. Bayer no longer had a headache, so he looked at the horse more carefully.

When Ma Yong led a lady in a western-style dress to the stands, he saw the picture of Mr. Bayer and Gu Qingcheng "having a good conversation"...

(End of this chapter)