Make a Fortune and Become Well-off [90] - Chapter 127

Wang Yong looked at the young girl in front of him, who had clearly grown taller. Her face now showed the gentleness of a freshly graduated college student. “Go back, don’t worry about me.”

As he thought about returning to Guangzhou, Wang Yong felt a bit anxious about going home. He had never been away from home, or so far from Guangzhou, for such a long time.

During his stay in Wucheng, he didn’t understand the language, wasn’t accustomed to the food, and had lost some weight. He thought about how, when he returned, he could finally eat authentic wontons, rice rolls, and shrimp dumplings.

He hadn’t had dinner yet, so as Wang Yong thought about it, he couldn’t help but swallow when the fried rice shop across the street delivered their meal.

The three of them ate quickly. Jiang Ning accompanied Wang Yong to the guest house and offered to pay for the room. But Wang Yong refused, “It’ll be reimbursed when I get back.”

They looked at each other and smiled.  Jiang Ning said, “Then I’ll head back now. I wish you a safe journey and a bright future in advance.”

Wang Yong, who received her blessing, thought that he might prepare something when he returned this time, so he couldn’t help but smile happily and said, “I’ll take you up on those good words.”

 The next day, after Jiang Ning finished her morning reading class, she hurried to the cafeteria to prepare two breakfasts and delivered them to Wang Yong and Grandpa Jiang.

She also informed the doorman that her grandfather was in the shop next door. She was a little worried and wanted to check on him. The guard looked at the two rice bowls in her hands for several seconds and figured she was telling the truth. He said, “There will be no next time. Come back quickly.”

Jiang Ning hurriedly thanked the guard and went to the nearby guest house to find Wang Yong, but he had already checked out and left.

He had to take a bus to the neighboring city first and then catch a train from there to Guangshi. The journey alone would take more than twenty hours, so he had to leave early. Jiang Ning, still holding the breakfast she had packed, rushed over to find Grandpa Jiang.

Grandpa Jiang, being older and needing less sleep, had woken up early and set up a small stall at the shop’s entrance, displaying the vegetables he had brought.

Since the vegetables picked the previous day weren’t as fresh, some passersby noticed that Grandpa Jiang was selling them cheaply.

One curious passerby asked Grandpa Jiang, “Why are you always selling vegetables? Are you the shop owner?”

Everyone had assumed Wang Yong was the shop owner.

Grandpa Jiang didn’t know better; he just thought the clothes belonged to Wang Yong, so it seemed right to say that Wang Yong was the shop owner. So he said, “He’s gone back.”

Everyone suddenly realized, “The clothes must have sold out, so he went back.”

Those who had bought the clothes were secretly pleased.

Sure enough, after selling everything, the shop owner disappeared. As expected, they had to grab bargains when they saw them.

Remembering how their relatives had hesitated to buy before, they rushed back to tell their relatives and friends to come and buy what was left. There weren’t many clothes left in the shop, and they would be gone as soon as they were sold out.

Hadn’t they seen that the boss had gone back?

After hearing this, they wanted to buy on the spot.

When Jiang Ning arrived, she saw people coming to the shop to buy clothes. Because the shop had changed hands, there weren’t many clothes left. Seeing Grandpa Jiang so happy and looking like he was easy to take advantage of, a customer couldn’t help but haggle, “There are only a few clothes left. If you make it cheaper, I’ll buy a few more.”

Grandpa Jiang waved his hands and said, “No, no, it’s already the cheapest. My granddaughter told me that if we sell them any cheaper, we’ll lose money.”

The woman, who had initially thought the clothes were very cheap, was convinced by Grandpa Jiang’s honesty. She bought the clothes and left, happy and content.

Jiang Ning checked on Grandpa Jiang to see if he was settling in. He said casually, “What’s the fuss? I’m very used to it. You go to school and don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

Grandpa Jiang felt that there would never be a more beautiful day than this.

His granddaughter was at a school just a hundred meters away. He could go and see her anytime. The place he lived in was bright and clean, with small eaves at the back. There was a tap water pipe under the eaves, making it very convenient to get water for washing and other things.

Especially on his first day here, his eldest granddaughter had brought him breakfast. According to her, these things were called wontons.

Grandpa Jiang ate wontons for the first time in his life. The dough was rolled thinner than paper, and the meat inside was about the size of a fingernail. He asked Jiang Ning how much it cost. When he found out it required 2 meal tickets, Grandpa Jiang immediately felt sad and said, “Two meal tickets for such a thing? Two meal tickets are enough for a bowl of rice. If you eat this, it’ll be like eating air. Don’t buy it for me next time. I don’t like this stuff.”

Despite his grumbling, he drank all the soup.

Jiang Ning also brought him a big meat bun made in the school cafeteria.

At that time, the meat buns in the cafeteria were truly big. They were so chewy. People back then weren’t interested in eating steamed buns; they wanted to feel full. A big meat bun was really satisfying, with thick skin and plenty of filling, and every bite was filled with delicious gravy.

When Grandpa Jiang asked how much the meat bun cost, and learned it was two tael, he immediately said, “We can buy this in the future.”

“This is delicious and can fill your stomach.”

He thought to himself, those little wontons he just ate would be gone the moment he went to the toilet. City folks really had too much free time to roll out such thin skins. With that kind of time, they might as well make dumplings.

Alas, he’d have to tell his old friends about these useless little wontons when he got back. They definitely hadn’t eaten them.

Grandpa Jiang felt a sense of pride knowing that none of his old friends had tried these little wontons, but he had.

Now he had something to brag about.