Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 77 Just buying something
A large restaurant in the center of the city is luxuriously decorated. There are golden palace lanterns on the ceiling, which also generate electricity during the day.

The walls are made of white ceramic tiles, with several ink landscape paintings on them. The floor is made of patterned marble, and there are all luxuriously dressed customers sitting inside.

Several waiters were serving customers with paper and pens in their hands, asking what meals to order. Today, it is undoubtedly a very fashionable restaurant.

The big clock hanging at the front desk was ticking, showing that the current time was eleven o'clock in the morning.

Lao Bao and Bao Guowei, a servant and the son of a servant, stepped into this store.

As the saying goes, if you are a young man, you will be poor. Bao Guowei is only about 15 years old now and is still growing, so he naturally gets hungry quickly.

When I came out in the morning, I was obviously full. I had only been shopping for a few hours, but I was still hungry before noon. When I heard Guowei's stomach growling, Lao Bao took him to this restaurant.

"A bowl of egg soup."

Lao Bao was cruel today and bought himself a small six-cent bowl of egg soup and drank it in his hand - he also inspected the structure of the restaurant in order to prepare for opening a restaurant in the future.

A bowl of egg soup, six cents.

It's enough to buy more than two kilograms of rice. If it were in the past, Lao Bao would never buy it, but today he accompanied Bao Guowei out, how could he pick at Sosou again?
Staring at the golden soup in the bowl, Lao Bao lifted the bowl and took a sip.

It seems that this way he can show his luxury, and his net worth will also be much higher - he will no longer embarrass Bao Guowei.

Bao Guowei looked at Lao Bao and watched him drink egg soup - this seemed to be Lao Bao's Si Dankang.

Bao Guowei saw the shadow of Chen Jinhua in Lao Bao.

Chen Jinhua is just a poor boy from the countryside. Compared with the various young masters and ladies in the new school, he naturally feels inferior.

As a servant, Lao Bao, even though he is already the best among the servants, is still a servant. Once compared with the parents and bosses of the new school, he will naturally feel inferior.

But will new parents feel inferior when compared with more powerful people?

A sentence came to Bao Guowei's mind: Everyone is Chen Jinhua.

"Waiter, two more skewers."

There is a bowl of Malatang placed in front of Bao Guowei's table. It contains thin vermicelli, tripe, grilled sausage, sweet and spicy food, etc. The taste is not spicy, but white bone soup.

Regarding his diet, Bao Guowei is quite careful and should not eat spicy food to avoid damaging his health.

Soon, the waiter brought two large meat skewers. Although they were only two skewers, they were still placed on the dinner plate and brought carefully.

There are large pieces of brown meat on the wooden skewers, which are slightly charred, and sprinkled with spices and sauce powder. Although it has been more than 100 years, the taste is still the same.

It tastes like chicken, crunchy and crispy, and when you bite it, you will reveal the tender and tender chicken inside. It seems that there is no starch mixed in.

For fried skewers, Bao Guowei only eats two kinds, one is pure meat and the other is pure starch, especially starch sausage. If there is always a bit of meaty flavor in it, it will not taste good.

"How about just opening a store like this? If you get tired, you can leave it to others to take care of it and be the boss with peace of mind."

Bao Guowei looked at Lao Bao and said these words with a serious face, as if he meant it.

"it is good."

How could Lao Bao not believe his son?

……

It's still the stationery store I visited before, with the red signboard reading "Dacui Stationery Store".

This store is located on the corner of the street, surrounded by walls made of blue bricks and stones. It is very neat and has a somewhat literary atmosphere.

"Remember those days", the boss gave Bao Guowei an extra piece of yellow paper. However, Bao Guowei had a strong character and was not looking for petty gains, so he gave him another piece of paper.

Now that I think about it, it's really better to get one for free. There was not enough draft paper in yesterday's math class, so Bao Guowei also borrowed Guo Chun's draft paper for use - although he never thought he would return it.Stepping into the store, it was still the same proprietress, with a perm and a mirror in her hand, applying lipstick. There was a thick stack of newspapers, magazines and the like next to the counter.

People who look after the store basically kill time by reading newspapers and books. After all, apart from reading paper books, there are really few other ways to relieve fatigue.

This shop owner can be regarded as a strange person. There are very few women doing business in public these days. This kind of behavior can be said to be very fashionable.

"What to buy? Are you..."

Looking at the visitor, the landlady felt that he looked familiar, but she couldn't remember exactly who it was.

Seeing that the landlady had forgotten about him, Bao Guowei didn't even mention that he had been there.

"I'll pick out some stationery."

In the past, Bao Guowei was dressed in a shabby cotton coat and could not go in directly to pick things up, lest he be regarded as a thief.

But today's dressing, coupled with the temperament exuding from the inside out, no longer requires the boss lady to pick up things in person, and she will not be blocked if she chooses on her own.

"Pencil, eraser, ruler, compass, manuscript paper..."

When Bao Guowei was selecting, he saw a box in the corner containing several boxes of beautifully packaged mahjong cards.

"Just another deck of... cards."

Combining work and rest is the only way to maintain good health. There is really a lack of entertainment options in this era.

Playing cards is one of the few relaxing games in this era, as long as you are not addicted to playing cards every day like Mr. Hu Shizhi.

Of course, gambling is not allowed when playing cards. Bao Guowei never believed in the idea of ​​gambling for pleasure.

Lao Bao didn't come in, so he stood outside the store. Facing these culturally related stores, he felt a little scared in his heart - he was afraid that there might be Bao Guowei's classmates inside and ask him who he was.

When he walked out of the store, Bao Guowei already had an extra bag in his hand. He saw Lao Bao staring at the red sign outside and murmuring.

Lao Bao has been in charge of the Qin Mansion for so many years. He is already in his 60s and [-]s, so he can naturally read a little.

"Dacui Stationery Store."

Lao Bao could recognize the words on it. When he saw the name, he stretched his head out curiously. The lady boss sitting inside was a little stunned.

"Let's go, you can go home."

Bao Guowei walked to Lao Bao, ready to return home and start studying immediately.

"Let's go?"

Bao Guowei shouted again, and Lao Bao came back to his senses:
"Ah? Oh, Guowei, why don't you go to the Qin Mansion again? Mr. Qin heard that you were on holiday and invited you to come over. Moreover, several children from the Qin family are also coming back, so it's time to meet them."

Bao Guowei frowned and wanted to say "refuse."

However, considering that Mr. Qin had given him money before, it still played a lot of role. Secondly, the Qin family had taken good care of Lao Bao over the years and could not refute his face.

After all, Bao Guowei couldn't refuse - just go there.

"it is good."

As for the invitation from Guo Chun's Himalayas basketball team to play together, Bao Guowei thought about it and decided not to do it. He always felt that there was no future in hanging out with these people.

In fact, it’s not like a pigeon. I had never agreed to it in the first place. I still remember what I said at the beginning: “Let’s look at the time. It should be okay.”

(End of this chapter)