webnovelfull Chapter 171 The Old Father's Life Is Too Difficult (13)
Chapter 171 The Old Father's Life Is Too Difficult (13)
The two went directly to a private room on the second floor, ordered a pot of fine Biluochun tea, three or four kinds of snacks, as well as melon seeds, peanuts, dried fruit, and so on. Only then did Ziyue begin to look around at the layout downstairs.
They were on the second floor, sitting by the window.
This theater is quite large; in the middle of the courtyard is an open-air courtyard, which looks spacious.
Downstairs, directly in front of them, there was a large stage, and in the middle of the courtyard, there were some tables and chairs. The cheers and applause from the crowd below created a very lively atmosphere.
On the stage, the female warrior, dressed in full armor and helmet, with a flag on her back, had just performed a series of splendid spear-wielding routines when cheers erupted from the audience.
Then a woman dressed in a blue robe came up and sang a section of Peking Opera. Her singing was delicate, gentle, elegant, and refreshing, with a smooth and melodious quality. Ziyue quite liked it and even planned to find two masters to learn from if she had the chance and time.
After all, this is a national treasure.
Some of the famous actors of that era were truly talented, excelling in all roles—male, female, painted-face, old man, and clown—and were not just pretty faces; they were genuine masters who could be called "artists."
Ziyue listened attentively, munching on the peanuts or melon seeds that Xiang Nan had peeled and handed to her, and taking a sip of tea when she was thirsty—it was truly a delightful experience.
After finishing their tea and listening to the opera, it was almost two o'clock, so the two went to Huicuilou for lunch.
Huicuilou is a famous local restaurant. The head chef is a descendant of imperial chefs, and several of its famous signature dishes are truly exceptional.
Eight-treasure wild duck, braised pork with preserved mustard greens, five-color beef tenderloin, shark fin soup with phoenix tail, Longjing bamboo fungus, Buddha's hand golden roll, sweet and sour cherry pork, three-delicacy dragon and phoenix balls, plum blossom and white fungus soup.
Their signature dishes, such as Golden Toad and Jade Abalone, Dongpo Pork Knuckle, Assorted Tofu, Braised Pork with Soy Sauce, Kung Pao Rabbit, and Four Happiness Meatballs, are also very famous.
However, there were only two of them, and they couldn't finish the food, so they didn't order any more. They would order more next time they came. Ziyue was determined to try everything.
She doesn't have any particular hobbies, except for one: eating.
Ziyue especially liked their sweet and sour cherry pork, eight-treasure wild duck, and braised pork with preserved mustard greens. The other dishes were also delicious, but she especially liked these three.
Xiang Nan noticed that Zi Yue particularly liked these dishes, so he specially moved them in front of her.
After that, he frequently sent people to Huicuilou to pack these dishes and deliver them to Qing Mansion.
After dinner, the two went shopping. Ziyue bought Xiang Nan two suits and a dark-colored robe with gold thread.
That evening, the two went to see a movie. Although the movies of that era were still in black and white, Ziyue felt that the overall atmosphere was quite unique.
It wasn't until after dinner that the two decided to head home.
Before going home, Ziyue asked Xiang Nan to take her to his house, saying, "I didn't even know where you lived!"
Ziyue said she wanted to see, and what could Xiang Nan do? Besides, he didn't want to refuse any of her requests.
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The car stopped. It was a three-story villa, and to be honest, it was quite close to the Qing Mansion.
Zi Yue raised an eyebrow, looking at the man in the driver's seat with a half-smile, and asked slowly, "You... live here?"
"Hmm." Xiang Nan pursed her lips and decided to tell the truth, "I just moved here a couple of days ago. I lived in another place before."
Upon hearing this, Ziyue's eyes filled with laughter. She reached out and took Xiang Nan's hand, playing with it.
The man's hands had thick calluses on his knuckles, a clear sign of long-term martial arts and marksmanship training.
But his hands were long and clean, as if polished by the years, containing endless warmth and strength.
The veins on the back of her hand were clearly visible, and hot blood flowed through them. Touching those smooth lines was sexy and alluring, making Ziyue quite fond of them.
"Did you move here so you could be closer to me?"
"Yes." Xiang Nan nodded slightly, a little embarrassed, her ears still flushed, her gaze falling on the two people's clasped hands.
His hand was held in the little girl's hand. Her hand was boneless, and her skin was as smooth and delicate as silk. The warmth went straight from his hand to his heart. The touch was so close yet so far that it made his heart tremble.
Seeing the man's eyes grow deeper and darker, Ziyue released his hand and sat up straight.
"Alright, I won't go in today. I'll come back another time."
Looking at his released hand, Xiang Nan pursed his lips and gave the little girl next to him a rather resentful look. Zi Yue blinked and looked at him innocently.
Xiang Nan sighed inwardly, but had no choice. He started the car and took Zi Yue back to the Qing Mansion.
Ziyue got out of the car, turned around, and softly instructed the man whose gaze had been fixed on him, "Be careful on your way back."
Xiang Nan nodded, and only started the car and drove away when the little girl was out of sight.
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When Ziyue arrived home, she had just entered the living room when she saw her father sitting there seemingly serious, reading a book. However, his eyes kept glancing towards the door, and it was clear that his mind wasn't on the book in his hands.
Seeing his daughter enter, Qing Wanjun remained calm, seemingly as usual, and asked, "You're back?"
With a smile on her lips, Ziyue handed Huandong her shawl and bag, and with Huandong's help, she changed into a pair of soft shoes.
He then walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, saying, "Ah, I'm back."
Ziyue picked up an orange from the table and slowly began to peel it, seemingly oblivious to her father's hesitant expression.
Qing Wanjun was extremely anxious. He wanted to ask directly, but he was afraid that his daughter would think it was a personal matter and that she would be embarrassed.
Sigh, it must be so hard for him, an old father!
My dear daughter's mother, how could you leave us so early, leaving him all alone to be both father and mother?
When it comes to relationship issues, it's usually the daughters who talk to their mothers more. Sometimes, it's really hard for a father to communicate with his daughters.
The daughter's mother said: Ha, she left so early, was it my own idea? Now she remembers me? Why don't you come down and I'll go up?
"Ahem." Qing Wanjun put down the book in his hand and looked at his daughter.