Xia Chuyi nodded slightly, straightened her expression, and said to Old Sir Guan, "I will follow Master's advice."
One was her master, the other her aunt; both of them had tough exteriors but soft hearts.
So, when facing them, one must never take their cold faces and words as dissatisfaction towards oneself.
At times, this could indeed be described as… "The greater the love, the more severe the reprimand."
Seeing Xia Chuyi's obedient demeanor, Old Sir Guan finally nodded in satisfaction.
"Good, then you listen to me. This flour, from S Province's flour, is the most varied and authentic…" Old Sir Guan began to multi-task, conducting business while teaching her.
To tell the truth, although Xia Chuyi had heard everything the master said in her previous life,
the saying, "One is never too old to learn," really made sense.
As she listened to her master explaining some basic techniques of noodle-making, probably due to her many years of cooking experience, she actually gained new insights for a change!
For a while, she listened with great interest.
Even when the learning session ended, Xia Chuyi was left wanting more.
She thought to herself: it seemed that cooking was indeed what she loved most.
Only cooking could bring her the greatest joy.
With a pleasant mood, Xia Chuyi left the noodle shop and returned to the guest house.
In the following two days, Master and Master's wife sold off the noodle shop's inventory and began packing up, selling what should be sold, collecting what should be collected, and preparing to head to Beijing.
While taking a break from learning and helping Master's wife prepare and pack things, Xia Chuyi took a stroll in G City to buy some clothes popular in this era to bring back to her family and friends.
Since the country announced its reforms, G City had developed very rapidly. Now, the various fashions here were already at the forefront of the country's trends.
Compared to the still conservative and monochrome attire of many inland areas, G City had already begun to show a vibrant and modern sense.
Of course, in Xia Chuyi's eyes, most of the clothes from this era were still somewhat outdated.
However, there were also quite a few classic combinations.
For instance, she took a liking to a blue and white striped shirt and a plaid skirt.
Since the weather in G City was rather cool, she changed into the clothes then and there, and looked at herself in the mirror from side to side.
Honestly, it looked really good on her, especially fitting the era's definition of "modernity," and it didn't make Xia Chuyi feel it was too "outdated."
Xia Chuyi remembered how she always appeared painfully unfashionable in front of Uncle Liberation Army, and thought to herself: this time, she would wear this outfit to meet him!
Just as Xia Chuyi was mentally calculating this, she suddenly heard a puzzled voice from behind say, "Comrade woman?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Chuyi looked in the direction of the voice—it was the fake foreigner man from yesterday.
The fake foreigner's sister was not with him; he was accompanied by another woman dressed quite fashionably.
Clearly, he was bringing this woman to buy clothes.
At this moment, upon seeing Xia Chuyi, the fake foreigner nearly completely ignored his female companion, staring at her with a face full of awe.
"Is it really you? Comrade woman!"
Xia Chuyi was speechless.
They weren't acquainted; could he please not address her in such a familiar tone?
She furrowed her brows and looked at the fake foreigner, asking, "Are you calling for me? What is it?"
Her demeanor and tone were both very cool.
The fake foreigner looked her up and down, his eyes brimming with unconcealed admiration.