The four people in the building were silent after Sister Cui made that decision, although they all felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't find any reason to refute it, although Mother Sun and Father Yan were all doing their own work, but after all, in the end, the real thing in this building was Sister Cui.

In the Qinglou in Rouge Lane, there is also a bustard who speaks all his words, often the old and decrepit Oiran retires, and he is like a fish in water in the party. Prostitutes are no better than other professions, and many of them are known only to these women.

It is appropriate to say that whether it is Wei Changpan or Sun's mother Yan Lao's father in this building, they are all dispensable characters, if there is no Sister Cui, it will be a problem for this building to continue to operate dismleakly for three months.

"Disperse, disperse, it's late, go back to sleep early, tomorrow Lao Yan will say that the book is still free, get the pipa with both hands, just fool around, and no one in the audience is here to listen to the pipa. ”

Sister Cui, who was getting tired, yawned, picked up the oil lamp on the table and moved upstairs, the only bit of light in the hall on this floor was taken away, and the huge place suddenly darkened, so she could only follow the footsteps of Sister Cui, who was not walking fast, to go up to the second floor and go back to the house.

No one sleeps early tonight.

Wuhang City can not be like Qingshan Town to listen to the rooster three times from the quilt to get up and go to the ground, there is no place to raise chickens in the city, Wei Changpan can only look at the earliest ray of light in the window to judge the morning and evening, if it happens to encounter a rainy day, you can only ask for more blessings, don't sleep until Sister Cui gets up and lifts his quilt, it is inevitable to be twisted twice on the waist meat, although the martial arts body is tempered and strong, but the skin and flesh are more sensitive than when they have not practiced martial arts.

A half head poked out of the warm quilt and glanced at the pane, it was still pitch black, and there was no light in sight, it was still early to think about it, and it would be good to go back and take a nap, Wei Changpan also retracted into the quilt.

The wind whistling in winter made a piercing and sharp sound, it was easy to wake up, but it was difficult to fall asleep again, even if he covered his ears with a thick quilt, he could still listen to the roaring wind in the streets, he got up from the warmth with confused eyes, and his body was still resistant.

At this time, the pane was only a little white, and it was Dongchen, so the hour must have been quite early, but since Wei Changpan had gotten up, there was no reason to drill back.

Wei Changpan, who had only slept for more than two hours, yawned, put on a padded jacket and opened the door, seeing that the door of Father Yan and Sister Cui was still closed, and the former room was still snoring, and the little worry that had earlier disappeared.

Put your hands in your sleeves and go downstairs, the first floor has not lived, and it is not much warmer than outside, and the stool and chair that I turned up last night are still honestly lying on the table.

In this building, Wei Changpan has to be the first to get up every day, first he has to turn down the chairs and stools on the table and wipe them all, go back and forth three or two times to fill the water tank in the building, and then go to the stove room to make a charcoal fire, the room is as cold as an ice cellar, and no guest is willing to stay for a long time.

When he lit three stoves on the first floor, Mother Sun almost came down to take care of the breakfast in the stove room, and everything was ready to stop, so Wei Changpan also opened the door and opened the door to welcome the guests.

Wei Changpan went downstairs, and was about to go to the corner to get the diving bucket when he suddenly smelled a scorching smell, which came from the stove room, so he hurriedly went to open the cloth curtain, only to see that Mother Sun was burning the fire under the stove, the porridge was boiling in the pot, the water had already dried up, and it had not been stirred for a long time, the so-called porridge had become a scorched thing, but Mother Sun still seemed to be unaware, and added firewood to the stove with a expressionless face.

"The porridge is paste, the porridge is paste, don't add firewood. Wei Changpan, who was coughing and crying because of the thick smoke and fire in the house, shouted to Mother Sun, who woke up like a dream, still holding a piece of firewood in his hand that was about to be stuffed into the stove, but he just froze and raised his eyes to look at him.

Seeing that Mother Sun still didn't mean to move, Wei Changpan hurriedly pulled her out of the smoke and fire that she had been in for an unknown amount of time, and then turned around and went in, and picked up two scoops of water from the water tank to extinguish the fire in the stove, before panting out.

He looked at Mother Sun, this woman who was always so busy that she couldn't stop seemed to have aged and sluggish overnight, and now she seemed to have just come back to her senses, and her chapped lips couldn't stop shaking:

"I've been watching the fire, and I've been boiling all night.... How can it be paste.... How could it be...."

"Can the porridge that has been boiled all night not be mushy?" Wei Changpan smiled bitterly, and saw that the smoke in the stove room had dissipated a little, so he went in to see it again. When he came out, he wrapped two pieces of water-stained rags in his hand and brought out the pot, the bottom of the pot was full of charred black lumps, and it took a knife and a hard shovel to shovel a small piece, but I was afraid that it would not be washed well for a while.

Ignoring the burned pot, Wei Changpan pinched his nose and smiled bitterly, looked at Mother Sun, who was muttering as if she had lost her soul, and asked tentatively, "You won't sleep all night, will you?"

His head nodded up and down imperceptibly, he held his forehead, and even if he did, he didn't complain too much, but brought the pot that had disappeared to the Longpu River to be cleaned well.

There was a sound of slamming the door outside the hall, as if Mother Sun, who had suddenly woken up, rushed up to move the door panel to open the door, but was stopped by Wei Changpan.

He tried his best to give his mother Sun a look that was blocked with his arm, and apologized for the increasingly impatient knocking on the door: "Something happened, you can change to another house for snacks this morning, I'm really sorry." ”

The sound of the door finally stopped, and then the door made a loud noise, as if someone had kicked it hard.

The scolding voice gradually faded away, Wei Changpan breathed a sigh of relief, the rules set by Sister Cui, even if there are unreasonable guests in the building, they still have to greet each other with a smile, open the door to do business, even if it is a bad guest, they have to swallow their anger and serve others.

Sister Cui's building is not one of those Rouge Lane Daqing Buildings with the background of big names in Wuhang City, and she can't afford to offend anyone.

"The porridge is paste, and the noodles, the dumplings, the cakes...", Mother Sun shouted, trying to call back the grumpy guest who had gone nowhere.

"The pot is all paste, why do you do that. Wei Changpan was also a little anxious.

The voices of Father Yan and Sister Cui came from the second floor, obviously smelling the smell of porridge, and they were about to go downstairs in a hurry.

Mother Sun looked at the porridge that had been made all night and did not speak.