As Japan and China approached, Fang Suzheng and Tang Qiaoyuan were strolling along a lively street, which happened to be lunch time.

Fang Su didn't get up early this morning. The joy last night made him stay in bed for a while, and he ate breakfast later. It's only been more than an hour. His appetite was small, so Tang Qiaoyuan couldn't guess whether he was hungry or not. Looking at the restaurant not far away, he asked, "Does Susu feel hungry?"

After asking, he couldn't answer, Tang Qiaoyuan raised his eyebrows and looked at the people around him in confusion, but saw that he was looking at a sewing shop on the street, listening to a young man and a woman talking, he was so absorbed, as if he had forgotten where he was. Tang Qiaoyuan thought it was interesting, so he looked up with a little curiosity, and after listening to a few words, he felt that it was really interesting.

The man was picking out a purse in front of the counter, and the girl standing beside him repeatedly advised him to leave, but the man refused to listen, and said with a puzzled face, "My purse was stolen yesterday. If you don't buy a new one, what should you use?"

The girl glanced at him helplessly, and replied, "I'll make a new one for you."

"Why do you do that?" The man grinned, turned his head and continued to choose, "There are quite a few ready-made here, you can buy one for a dozen copper plates, so why bother."

The girl was so angry that she couldn't speak, she raised her hand and tapped on the back of his head, cursing "elm lump", turned around and ran away, leaving the man rubbing his head in a grief.

Tang Qiaoyuan was immediately amused, laughed out a sneer, and nodded in agreement, "It's really a lump of elm wood." After saying this, Fang Su turned his head to look at it, as if he had seen enough of the excitement, and finally returned at this time. God.

Fang Su's eyes were a little puzzled, and she didn't quite understand it. Seeing Tang Qiaoyuan's faction, she couldn't help asking, "Why is that girl angry?"

Tang Qiaoyuan was speechless, and said that it was an elm knot. He didn't expect that this one beside him was also a piece of wood. After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't understand anything at all, so he replied, "The girl wants to make one for him herself."

Fang Su nodded knowingly and asked, "Because the sewing you made is better?"

The man laughed immediately.

"Silly Susu," Tang Qiaoyuan was so happy that he pinched his earlobe and explained carefully, "I don't want to sew better, but I want to make a purse for my sweetheart, and I want to see him wearing something that he made by himself. It seems that he is always with him, and makes him think of himself all the time."

Fang Su finally understood, and nodded with a blushing face, then glanced at the shop again, thinking in his heart. Tang Qiaoyuan didn't doubt anything else, he just thought he was embarrassed, and didn't ask the question again, and walked straight to a wine shop with him.

The hall is spacious, Fang Su has never been in such a big restaurant before, and seems a bit cramped. Fortunately, the shopkeeper in the store is very enthusiastic, and he considers and respectfully invites the two of them into the secluded private room. A wooden door blocked the noise outside the hall, Fang Su felt a lot at ease, relaxed and looked at the person beside him who was familiar with the dish, after hearing a few names of the dish that he didn't know what it was, he hurriedly tugged at his sleeve and shook his head: "Too much."

Tang Qiaoyuan thought for a while, then ordered a few more dishes, and then explained to the shopkeeper: "Each dish is made in small quantities, enough for two people to eat."

The shopkeeper should leave, Fang Su was quite surprised, thinking that with so many dishes, if there are just enough for two people, what should each dish be made of? Isn't this making people trouble? Furthermore, what made him even more unexpected was that there really was such a restaurant in the world that was willing to agree to such an unreasonable request...

Tang Qiaoyuan smiled and looked at him, listening to him finally expressing his thoughts frankly, without explaining it seriously, and said indiscriminately: "The shopkeeper is afraid of me, if he dares not agree, I will smash his restaurant. So no one else can, but I said yes."

Fang Suxin thought it was true, there was a lot of unease in his eyes, and after a while he choked out a sentence: "This is not good."

Tang Qiaoyuan leaned back on his chair and laughed loudly.

Fang Su still didn't see that he was playing tricks on purpose, he was very nervous, and was very nervous about the shopkeeper, and kept thinking about how to persuade Tang Qiaoyuan. Unexpectedly, until the meal was over, he couldn't come up with a name, but the person next to him was getting more and more domineering. He didn't give him money after eating, so he took him out.

The shopkeeper of the liquor store was accustomed to it and did not block him, but sent him off respectfully.

Fang Sutong was walking out the door, but he finally couldn't help holding him and reminded: "Qiaoyuan, did we not give money..."

"Yes," Tang Qiaoyuan admitted generously and replied, "I've always eaten Bawang's meal. If the shopkeeper dares to collect money from me, I will..."

"You just smashed his restaurant?" Fang Su took his words with a frown.

Tang Qiaoyuan nodded solemnly, watching the expression of the person in front of him become very complicated, and he didn't know where to start. He looked at it happily for a while, and couldn't go on talking nonsense any more, but he could be regarded as letting Fang Su go. He raised his chin with a smile and motioned him to look at the plaque of this restaurant.

Fang Su turned his head back, and he still recognized the simple two characters, with a gold pattern on the ink background and the word "Tangzhuang" written steadily.

"You feel at ease now?" the man asked him afterward.

Fang Su blinked in surprise, thinking about it for a while, it is no wonder that when he was eating, he always felt familiar with the taste of certain dishes. I am afraid that this person had called some good things back to the mansion to give him a taste.

"Qiaoyuan," Fang Su said while staring at those two words, Tang Qiaoyuan thought he wanted to confirm, and asked if this restaurant belonged to the Tang family, but he asked, "They called you the owner. , is it because of this Tangzhuang wine shop?"

Tang Qiaoyuan suddenly felt that he couldn't stop laughing. He was very happy when he went out today. He thought about how to explain it clearly, but after a while, he thought it would be okay to let Fang Su think that way. After all, Fang Su was simple and ignorant. He was even more flustered.

It's hard to tell him that Tang Qiaoyuan owns all the casinos, big and small, in this city of Linzhou, and he also owns a few Huajie brothels. Although he doesn't do things that force him to be a prostitute, most of these things are not. What innocent things, a family connected to a family seems to form a terrifying dark village under the appearance of Linzhou City, this is the real reason why those people call him the owner of the village.

Tang Qiaoyuan was reluctant to let Fang Su know the details, and nodded yes to him.

Fang Su showed a look of sudden realization, the worry dissipated, and a relaxed smile appeared again.

The two did not go around any more and returned along the same route.

Back in the mansion, the sun was shining brightly in early summer, and Tang Qiaoyuan just took a nap in the shade under the tree. Fang Su seemed to be full of energy. She walked around the courtyard looking for someone, and when she finally saw Bai Ping, she went up to talk to her.

It was too far apart, and Tang Qiaoyuan didn't know what he was talking about. He looked at him with a half-empty smile, and after a while, he saw Bai Ping came into the house with some needlework and brocade materials.

Tang Qiaoyuan remembered what happened on the street in the daytime, and even if he guessed what Fang Su wanted to do, his chest was soft, and when drowsiness struck, he thought vaguely, is it possible that he married this beautiful baby? She will also do needlework at the girl's house, just close her eyes and fall asleep, feeling at ease.

Tang Qiaoyuan only slept for about half an hour. After waking up, he looked around and saw that the familiar figure was not in the courtyard, and I am afraid he still did not come out of the room. Having slept enough now, Tang Qiaoyuan's thoughts became clearer, he immediately got up from the soft chair with interest, and went into the room curiously.

Sure enough, as he thought, his wife was sitting against the wall on the couch by the window, with a small basket of needlework and other items beside her, and a small purse carefully sewn in her hand. That posture is not as delicate as the girl's family, but the method is quite flexible and familiar.

Fang Su heard the footsteps and looked up, the thread in his hand was just closed to the last stitch, smiled and cut off the tail with scissors, and reached out to hand the purse to the person who came.

Tang Qiaoyuan couldn't tell how he felt, his whole body was a little fluttering, he bent his lips and approached, lowered his head and kissed his eyebrows lightly, and took the small purse into his hand. The man watched it for a while, and immediately took off the more delicate one around his waist, replaced this one, and asked with a smile, "I just took a nap for a while, so you're done?"

"Well..." Fang Su nodded, "When I was a child, I saw my mother did a lot, and I could just watch it. Later, in order to subsidize the family, I always made some small things, so it didn't take much time to sew them out."

Tang Qiaoyuan likes it very much. The things he usually wears are all expensive things. The purse he has been using comes from Jiangnan. Brocade materials are rare, so such embroidery can be said to be hard to find. He also thought that the purse was good, but now that he compares it, he suddenly feels that it is nothing, and the most precious thing in the world is the one that Fang Su personally made for him.

"Can Susu know embroidery?" Tang Qiaoyuan lowered his head and played with it for a while, imagining that if the word "Yuan" could be embroidered on the top of the head, it would be more maddening, so he asked casually.

Fang Su was a little hesitant, his eyes swept across the other purse he had left behind, the peach blossoms embroidered on it were lifelike, and the needlework was surprising, something he had never seen before, he hesitated: "Yes, but no Well, it's not as good as my mother's embroidery..."

"Then I like it too," Tang Qiaoyuan caught him and kissed him with both dexterous hands. "One side is embroidered with the word 'Yuan', and the other side is embroidered with the word 'Su'. I take it with me wherever I go, to let those who know I get married. Those who have passed away are so envious of them.”

Fang Su felt extremely satisfied when she heard the phrase "Take it wherever you go", she bent her eyes and nodded, and gently held his fingers back.