Jubo - LightNovelsOnl.com
You're reading novel online at LightNovelsOnl.com. Please use the follow button to get notifications about your favorite novels and its latest chapters so you can come back anytime and won't miss anything.
Author: Yin Ya
Translator: , Renkun27
Proofreader:
Usagi notes: Just a reminder for everyone, "baozi" means "steamed stuffed bun."
The Zhang family's baozi shop was located in the bustling section of the market. It was a good location. The baozis had a thin skin and had ample filling. Early in the morning, the fragrance of the baozis would drift out from the shop, attracting a large number of customers, so the business has been quite good.
When w.a.n.g Cheng came over, the baozi shop had already been through its busiest time period, but there were still a few customers lining up in front of the shop, next to a few steamer baskets. The baozis inside of these were basically sold out and Little Sister w.a.n.g Ziyu was in the middle of packing baozis for the customers. The fist-sized baozis emitted hot steam, but it still could not prevent his little sister from smiling sweetly.
"Second Brother?"
w.a.n.g Ziyu received the last customer's money. Just when she was about to turn around, she noticed the figure of a person, standing in the distance, that looked like w.a.n.g Cheng. Her beautiful face immediately revealed a pleasantly surprised smile. If she did not have anything to do, she would have immediately come running out.
"Dad said you work here in Uncle Zhang's place. I came to see you." w.a.n.g Cheng walked into the baozi shop. Aunt Zhang walked out from inside once she heard someone was walking in. At first, she was surprised, but soon enough, she composed herself and hurriedly warmly welcomed him in.
"Auntie Zhang, don't trouble yourself. I just came to visit, I'll go back after a while." w.a.n.g Cheng almost could not stand the other side's enthusiasm, although the reason for the other side's act was probably because of the death of the old monk. He was still very grateful to Uncle Zhang for giving his younger sister this job. His little sister did not have to go to find a job elsewhere, and it was also quite convenient for her to return home.
"Little Yu, give your second brother two baozis to go," Aunt Zhang said to w.a.n.g Ziyu before turning to w.a.n.g Cheng. Her facial features were squeezed together from smiling. "It's rare seeing you come over. Come taste our homemade baozi. You don't have to be polite with Auntie Zhang."
"It would be ungracious not to accept your kindness." But w.a.n.g Cheng was forced to accept it.
He had eaten their family's baozi many times before, and it was really very delicious. If one would be a little slow, the baozi in the food steamer would be sold out soon. Every time he would go back, he gets cut by the old monk, because the old monk was quite fond of eating their family's baozi. He would eat it three to four times a week. "Auntie Zhang, your family's baozi's really tasty. It's got more stuffing inside as compared to other families'. Have you ever thought of opening another shop?" w.a.n.g Cheng burned his mouth so that he quivered, but he still did not forget to praise them. Auntie Zhang, who used to have a smile on her face when she heard these words, did not have it this time; instead, she just sighed. "Even if I think about it, there's no chance for it later." "What's going on?" w.a.n.g Cheng was surprised so he asked. This was not the first time he mentioned this. In the past, Aunt Zhang would always say that she would discuss it with Uncle Zhang. Opening up a new shop would require them to prepare a lot of formalities. They would also have to recruit one or two employees and so on. Although they would say it was too troublesome, they still looked very happy, after all, no one would complain of having so much money. Now, this pair of troubled looks would mean that there was clearly a problem. "Your parents haven't told you yet?" Aunt Zhang heard that he was not aware of that matter. Her thoughts fleeted, then she suddenly thought of one thing — the old monk in that temple just pa.s.sed away and w.a.n.g Cheng was his only apprentice. He must have inherited that temple. If this happened, then w.a.n.g Cheng could not be... The more that she thought about it, the more that she wondered about it. Aunt Zhang suddenly stood up and fixed her eyes at w.a.n.g Cheng. w.a.n.g Cheng frowned, "What should my parents tell me?" Aunt Zhang again sat down, then she tentatively said: "Little Cheng ah, after your master pa.s.sed away, didn't he set aside his temple for you?" "Aunty Zhang, about what you said, I was master's only apprentice. His dilapidated temple could only be set aside for me." w.a.n.g Cheng knew that something definitely had happened, otherwise, Aunt Zhang would not mention his master and the temple for no reason. Not a word or movement was on his face. Aunt Zhang voiced out an 'aiyou' then smiled, "The temple has been run down before. It's different now. w.a.n.g Cheng, you might not know it but, your family may get rich because of this." "Auntie Zhang, if you have anything to say, just say it." In Aunt Zhang's explanation, w.a.n.g Cheng finally realized that while he was dealing with the old monk's funeral rites on top of the mountain, this major event happened during that period of time. The developers originally took fancy of s.h.i.+quan County and wanted to build a large tourist resort here. Several villages have received the news, and w.a.n.g Family Village was also included. Mount Feng Xia's topography was slightly low, but the forest was dense. The natural species were also rich. It had a very primitive ecology. Because it was surrounded by several villages, therefore, in the developer's plan, Mount Feng Xia was an essential project in the construction of the scenic spots. Aunt Zhang just made a wild guess, this matter had not actually spread out yet. w.a.n.g Cheng immediately thought of the box that he had locked in the corner of the storage room, and if it was true, this was not generally bad, and his first thought was not to get rich, but to rebuild the temple. Although the temple was run down, that place has been guarded by the old monk for decades. It has been full of memories of the old monk and him. If Mount Feng Xia was sold to the developers, they would certainly take down the temple. Before leaving, Aunt Zhang calmed down w.a.n.g Cheng's heart by telling him that the developers may not want that dilapidated temple. Even if the developers were requested it, it was still impossible for him to sell the temple.
He had eaten their family's baozi many times before, and it was really very delicious. If one would be a little slow, the baozi in the food steamer would be sold out soon. Every time he would go back, he gets cut by the old monk, because the old monk was quite fond of eating their family's baozi. He would eat it three to four times a week. "Auntie Zhang, your family's baozi's really tasty. It's got more stuffing inside as compared to other families'. Have you ever thought of opening another shop?" w.a.n.g Cheng burned his mouth so that he quivered, but he still did not forget to praise them. Auntie Zhang, who used to have a smile on her face when she heard these words, did not have it this time; instead, she just sighed. "Even if I think about it, there's no chance for it later." "What's going on?" w.a.n.g Cheng was surprised so he asked. This was not the first time he mentioned this. In the past, Aunt Zhang would always say that she would discuss it with Uncle Zhang. Opening up a new shop would require them to prepare a lot of formalities. They would also have to recruit one or two employees and so on. Although they would say it was too troublesome, they still looked very happy, after all, no one would complain of having so much money. Now, this pair of troubled looks would mean that there was clearly a problem. "Your parents haven't told you yet?" Aunt Zhang heard that he was not aware of that matter. Her thoughts fleeted, then she suddenly thought of one thing — the old monk in that temple just pa.s.sed away and w.a.n.g Cheng was his only apprentice. He must have inherited that temple. If this happened, then w.a.n.g Cheng could not be... The more that she thought about it, the more that she wondered about it. Aunt Zhang suddenly stood up and fixed her eyes at w.a.n.g Cheng. w.a.n.g Cheng frowned, "What should my parents tell me?" Aunt Zhang again sat down, then she tentatively said: "Little Cheng ah, after your master pa.s.sed away, didn't he set aside his temple for you?" "Aunty Zhang, about what you said, I was master's only apprentice. His dilapidated temple could only be set aside for me." w.a.n.g Cheng knew that something definitely had happened, otherwise, Aunt Zhang would not mention his master and the temple for no reason. Not a word or movement was on his face. Aunt Zhang voiced out an 'aiyou' then smiled, "The temple has been run down before. It's different now. w.a.n.g Cheng, you might not know it but, your family may get rich because of this." "Auntie Zhang, if you have anything to say, just say it." In Aunt Zhang's explanation, w.a.n.g Cheng finally realized that while he was dealing with the old monk's funeral rites on top of the mountain, this major event happened during that period of time. The developers originally took fancy of s.h.i.+quan County and wanted to build a large tourist resort here. Several villages have received the news, and w.a.n.g Family Village was also included. Mount Feng Xia's topography was slightly low, but the forest was dense. The natural species were also rich. It had a very primitive ecology. Because it was surrounded by several villages, therefore, in the developer's plan, Mount Feng Xia was an essential project in the construction of the scenic spots. Aunt Zhang just made a wild guess, this matter had not actually spread out yet. w.a.n.g Cheng immediately thought of the box that he had locked in the corner of the storage room, and if it was true, this was not generally bad, and his first thought was not to get rich, but to rebuild the temple. Although the temple was run down, that place has been guarded by the old monk for decades. It has been full of memories of the old monk and him. If Mount Feng Xia was sold to the developers, they would certainly take down the temple. Before leaving, Aunt Zhang calmed down w.a.n.g Cheng's heart by telling him that the developers may not want that dilapidated temple. Even if the developers were requested it, it was still impossible for him to sell the temple.
