This was a somewhat rundown little shop, owned by an elderly couple.
When they saw Ye Cheng, they were first a bit surprised, then delightedly said, "Cheng Ge’er, you haven’t been to our shop for several years, we thought you had forgotten us."
The auntie’s hair was done up, she was wearing a gray-blue mandarin jacket with double-breasted buttons and a headscarf wrapped around her head, the wrinkles on her forehead were quite deep.
The uncle was dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit, and he also had many wrinkles on his forehead.
Ye Cheng smiled at them, found a table and sat down, "In the past few years, I was out for a while, and only came back recently. This is my wife, Xiaofeng. This is Auntie Hong, Uncle Hong."
"Hello, Auntie Hong, Uncle Hong."
"Good, good," Auntie Hong sat next to Xiaofeng and said, "She’s pretty, definitely a lucky one. Cheng Ge’er was raised by me when he was a child, a thoughtful person. After I left the Gu family, he helped us start a noodle shop here, we don’t lack money, we just wanted to do something with my spouse."
Auntie Hong had the same relationship with Ye Cheng as Mom Yu now had with the children.
"Ye Cheng said your craftsmanship is exceptional, when he was outside, what he missed the most was your craft," When Ye Cheng brought her here, he certainly praised her skills.
"Yes, he has loved the noodles I cooked since he was little." Auntie Hong said with a smile, "What would you like to eat? I can make dumplings, buns, meat pies, or noodles, just order."
While speaking, Auntie Hong told Uncle Hong, "Old man, put up a sign at the shop door, say we’re closed today."
Since Cheng Ge’er rarely visited, of course, they couldn’t let other customers disturb them.
Uncle Hong sighed, got up, and went to hang the sign.
"Auntie, I want to eat your pan-fried buns and fried sauce noodles," Ye Cheng began ordering.
Hearing Ye Cheng ordering unabashedly, Xiaofeng also began to order, "Auntie, I want to eat beef noodles and stewed wheat buns, do you have them here?"
It seemed she saw them here.
"Yes, I have all of that," Auntie Hong happily agreed, "Just wait a bit, they’ll be here soon."
Auntie Hong glanced at Xiaofeng again, "Xiaofeng, do you eat spicy food?"
Auntie Hong urged her spouse to knead the dough while she started frying the buns, lamenting as she worked, "Time flies so fast, Cheng Ge’er is married now."
"Aren’t you a bit disappointed that Cheng Ge’er got married without inviting you?"
"What are you saying, as long as he has settled down, it doesn’t matter if I go or not," Auntie Hong glared at her: "The young lady is pretty and speaks clearly."
"Yes, whoever Cheng Ge’er marries would seem beautiful in your eyes," Uncle Hong didn’t even know her, but he nearly treated Cheng Ge’er as his own grandson.
"He is like my own grandson; I watched him grow up," Auntie Hong happily carried out the buns, "Fry some more buns, Xiaofeng might like them too."
"Auntie Hong looked after me until I was five, then Uncle Hong injured his foot, and she went back to take care of him," Ye Cheng shared the past with Xiaofeng.
"I can feel your affection for Auntie," Sometimes the relationship between people is just like that.
"Whenever I had a troubling matter, I would come here, and each time I came, Auntie would close the shop door, catering only to me. I brought you here today because I wanted you to experience what it’s like to have an entire shop to ourselves."
While talking, Ye Cheng took out an invitation from his pocket: "We came here today for a purpose."
"You are the first and only one whose invitation was personally hand-delivered," It turned out it wasn’t just an innocent breakfast visit, but a purposeful one.
"Others will naturally be informed, but I had to personally inform Auntie Hong," Ye Cheng smiled lightly, "In my heart, she is also my relative."
Hearing Ye Cheng’s words, Auntie Hong nearly dropped the bowl in her hand, chiding playfully, "Cheng Ge’er, are you making fun of me in front of your wife."
Ye Cheng handed the invitation to Auntie Hong: "Of course not, it’s to give you a wedding card. Xiaofeng and I are getting married on May Day, and you and Uncle must come."
Just now the spouse mentioned that Cheng Ge’er got married without inviting her, look, here it is now. Her eyes reddened slightly, she sighed softly, "Cheng Ge’er, rest assured, your spouse and I will definitely come to your wedding."
Cheng Ge’er was thoughtful; they were no longer servants of the Gu family, but Cheng Ge’er still cared for and thought of her.
How could such a Cheng Ge’er not make her happy and beloved.