Chapter 13: Capturing Simon
The unlucky guy who was hit was naturally Pan Jinlian's destined man, Ximen Qing.

Ximen Qing had not originally planned to come to Zishi Street. He went to the herbal medicine shop in the morning and took a look around. As soon as he went out, he met Yun Ge who was shouting loudly.

Curiosity led me to ask and I learned that a steamed bun shop on Zi Shi Street had opened.

Yun Ge knew Ximen Qing, and thought that Ximen Qing might be a big buyer, and perhaps he could get more wages in the future. So he praised the buns with all his might, saying that they were rare in the world.

Ximen Qing often went to Tokyo to buy goods. What kind of novelties had he not tried? But the steamed buns mentioned by Yun Ge were an exception.

I had nothing to do that day, so I strolled to Zi Shi Street.

I could see the red banner from a distance, but when I got closer I found the gate was closed.

Where can I buy buns?
When I looked up to see what was on the banner, I was hit by a falling pole.

Before my mouth could eat the bun, a bump appeared on my head.

Ximen Qing was born a ruffian and was not a good person. He covered his head and was about to get angry, but he heard a gentle apology.

When he looked up and saw Pan Jinlian's beautiful face, Ximen Qing instantly forgot the pain in his head and stared at her without saying a word.

"Don't blame me, sir. I just made a mistake."

"It's okay, ma'am, you are too serious."

Not only was Ximen Qing not angry, he was considerate and brought the pole to the door. He didn't turn his head away until Pan Jinlian nodded in thanks and closed the window.

"Master, are you here to buy buns too?"

When Ximen Qing heard the voice, he turned around and found that it was his acquaintance Wang Po, who was looking at him with a smile.

"It turned out to be Aunt Wang. I heard that Zishi Street was selling steamed buns, so I thought of coming over to try some, but I didn't expect it was closed."

"You are late, sir. They finished selling and closed their stalls at noon. If you want to eat, you have to eat early tomorrow."

"I can't go here for nothing. I have to have a cup of tea from my godmother."

"I couldn't ask for more. Please come in, sir."

Wang Po welcomed Ximen Qing into the teahouse, but he said he could bask in the sun at the door, so he sat on the stool at the door.

After a while, Wang Po brought some hot tea and saw Ximen Qing staring at the second floor of Wuda University. Her heart was as clear as a mirror.

"I have tasted that bun, it is indeed delicious, it's a pity that you missed the time."

"It's okay, I'll come back tomorrow."

Ximen Qing took a sip of the tea bowl, pointed at the red cloth banner next door and asked: "I heard that the man selling buns is Wu Dalang who used to sell pancakes? Then who is the young lady in his family..."

"Your Excellency is asking even though you already know the answer. She is Wu Da's wife."

"How did such a good piece of mutton end up in a dog's mouth? How did such a beautiful woman marry a three-inch-tall tree bark?"

Seeing Ximen Qing complaining and lamenting, Wang Po had guessed 80% of the truth in her mind, but she did not expose him immediately, and said jokingly: "A fine horse carries a fool, a clever wife sleeps with a clumsy husband, and the old man under the moon is just like this."

"hehe."

Ximen Qing gave an awkward laugh, put down his tea bowl and was about to leave.

At this moment, Pan Jinlian opened the door to pick up the pole and was seen by Ximen Qing.

Pan Jinlian knew she was wrong, so she crossed her arms and bowed deeply to him. Wang Po saw this and said jokingly, "Madam, you hit me just right. Who told the master to go to the eaves?"

"It's not my fault. Please don't blame me for offending you, lady."

Ximen Qing bowed humbly, and Pan Jinlian had to return the greeting and bow again: "Sir, please don't blame me."

"Don't dare."

After watching Pan Jinlian close the door, Ximen Qing was reluctant to look away. He turned around and saw Wang Po's smiling face.

"Godmother, how much is the tea?"

Ximen Qing wanted to take out the silver, but Wang Po stopped him with a smile: "Don't take it yet, just write it down and we'll settle it together later."

"Alright."

Ximen Qing chatted with Wang Po for a while, then left Zi Shi Street on the pretext of having something to do.

It was late in the afternoon when Ximen Qing went to the teahouse again.

Wang Po saw this and joked, "Master, you miss the buns, but why did you forget the time? You won't be selling them until tomorrow morning."

"Good things are naturally remembered."

Ximen Qing sighed and sat at the door, looking at Wu Da's door and talking to himself: "His family's business is very strange, why is the door closed all day long?"

"Other people get up in the middle of the night and work until noon before they can rest. Now I am sleeping in your arms."

Wang Po paused in the middle of her words, and seeing Ximen Qing's unhappy expression, she asked again, "Master, would you like some plum soup?"

“Add more acid.”

Ximen Qing sat there until dark before returning home. During this time, he kept flirting with Wang Po, but Wang Po always took the initiative and didn't make it clear. The next morning, many people gathered around Wuda's stall again.

Ximen Qing arrived early, but instead of buying buns, he went to Wang Po's teahouse.

"Godmother, bring me some tea."

"You are so early, sir. Are you ready to eat the buns?"

"There are too many people and we can't squeeze in."

"Too."

While serving tea, Wang Po said, "The master's clothes are fine. If they are squeezed and damaged, they will not look good. How many can you eat? I will go through the back door to find his wife to buy them for him."

"Can you go through the back door? Then let me give you two first."

"We are neighbors, and it is always convenient. Sir, please take a seat. I will be back soon. Have some tea first."

"well."

Ximen Qing's heart instantly perked up. He picked up the tea bowl and walked into the teahouse to sit down, his eyes fixed on the direction where Wang Po left.

Wu Da rented a house from Wang Po, and the back doors of the two houses were connected.

Wang Po was familiar with the place and found Pan Jinlian in the kitchen. She took out some money and explained her purpose.

"How can I accept money? But godmother, please wait a while. This tray has just been steamed."

"It doesn't matter if it's just a moment. Dalang suddenly started a business at home, and the business is so prosperous. My wife is so lucky."

"Where does this blessing come from?"

Pan Jinlian shook her head and smiled bitterly, pointing at the stove in front of her, and sighed, "I am just a poor person. I have to get up in the middle of the night too, and I am much more tired than before."

"If you want to talk about a hard life, I have a hard life too."

Wang Po followed her words and started gossiping: "Madam, at least your husband is still alive, while my husband died early. Although he died early, he was very romantic when he was alive."

I don’t know if it was because of Wang Po’s boasting or because the fire in the stove heated her face, but Pan Jinlian’s cheeks turned red.

Wang Po was sharp-eyed. Seeing that Pan Jinlian was ashamed but not angry, she thought there was something going on and laughed at herself:

"I am an old man with missing teeth. How could I have said dirty words to my wife? I wonder how long it will take to put the steamed buns in the basket? The master is alone in the teahouse. I can't leave for too long."

"It will take a while. If you can't wait, I will send it over later."

"Then I'll trouble you, madam."

Seeing that Pan Jinlian had fallen into her trap, Wang Po returned to the teahouse satisfied.

After a while, Yang Chang came to the kitchen and brought the steamer.

Pan Jinlian called him and said, "Sanlang, come back quickly after you finish moving this basket and help me look after the stove for a while."

"Sister-in-law, you are."

Yang Chang mistakenly thought that Pan Jinlian was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, but he ended up hearing her utter shocking words.

"When my sister-in-law was closing the window yesterday, she accidentally hit Mr. Ximen who was passing by. He is now drinking tea next door and asked Wang Po to come to me to buy buns. The buns were not steamed just now, so I promised to steam them and send them to him as an apology."

"Master Ximen? Ximen Qing?"

"Does Sanlang know him too?"

“Yes.”

Yang Changxin said that you were destined to have an adulterer, how could I not know him?
But the original plot was that Pan Jinlian's affair with Wu Song happened after Wu Song left home. Did my appearance disrupt the direction of the plot?

Now that we have decided to help Wuhan University, we cannot allow the situation to develop out of control.

"Why should you go there yourself? I will do it for you."

"I want to apologize together."

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. I'll do it for you."

"It's still Sanlang who pities me."

Yang Chang's scalp tingled when he heard this, wondering why this woman suddenly became horny. He quickly sang and took the steamer and left.

After delivering the steamer, take the buns.

Yang Chang pushed through the crowd and went straight to the teahouse next door.

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

Yang Chang thought of the throbbing pill and wondered if he had never had the chance to try out its efficacy. Wasn't this the chance now?

(End of this chapter)