MTL - I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses-Chapter 454 Little boss

 Chapter 454 The Young Master

 Gu Chao raised his lips slightly, and folded the letterboard boards that he had originally wanted to fold randomly into neatly.

Just as shouts and conversations came from outside the door, Wei Lan turned her head and listened, knowing that someone was coming from home, but she couldn't hear clearly the content of the conversation.

Wei Lan got up and walked out to see the situation.

Gu Chao stood up, but before he could stand still, he thought of something and sat back down again.

He took out the letter paper that had just been inserted into it and spread it out. After thinking about it for a moment, Gu Chao added a few more words at the end before stuffing it back into the envelope.

Gu Chao was packing things to be sent out in the house. Most of the things were prepared by Wei Lan before. He only needed to pack them and put them away until he went out tomorrow and mail them out together.

Gu Chao was busy here, and on the other side of the front yard, Wei Lan followed Grandma Gu excitedly, "Grandma, is what Aunt Hongmei said just now true? Can I go too?"

Grandma Gu glanced at her angrily, "You were right next to me just now, didn't you listen?"

Only then did Wei Lan believe it. The old man jumped up and down, clenching his hands into fists excitedly, "I have never picked tea in my life!"

 After being excited for a while, he turned around and saw Grandma Gu going to move firewood under the window sill. Wei Lan trotted over and babbled like a little house sparrow:

“Grandma, I am an educated youth, and I am not yet considered a family member, so do we only have two heads? We can pick one more tea leaves than other families!”

Just now, Zhang Hongmei, Li Hong’s mother-in-law, came to inform that this year because of the sunflower seed project, the brigade has a formal side business. In order to encourage everyone, tea leaves, which were marginalized as a side business in previous years, will be allowed to be picked by members for one day on the Grain Rain day in the middle of the month.

A family can only have one child. Although Wei Lan currently lives in the Gu family and is in a relationship with Gu Chao, after all, it has not yet happened, so it is still considered an independent quota for educated youth.

 In other words, Wei Lan can go picking tea leaves with Grandma Gu.

As for the brothers and sisters Jiang Cheng and Jiang Lihua in the Educated Youth Point, although they are both educated youths, they can only go to one of them because they are related.

Wei Lan couldn't hide the smile on her face. She was looking forward to the upcoming tea picking experience, and she was also happy to get an extra piece of tea.

“What do you do with the tea leaves you picked? Does grandma still make tea?”

“Yes, but it may be different from the speculation in the city.”

 The firewood that Grandma Gu carried was piled too high. One or two fell to the ground and were picked up by Wei Lan behind her.

"The cooking methods in the villages are all the same. After picking the tea leaves, remove the debris and old leaves, they fry them in a pot over low heat." Aunt Gu smiled and continued: "Most of them are fried by the elderly sisters-in-law. The tea that comes out is delicious, but my wife can’t control the heat well, and she may burn her hands if she’s not careful.”

Grandma Gu walked out with firewood in her arms, and Wei Lan followed behind with a small bundle in her arms, listening very seriously.

Wei Lan has never seen fried tea. She only heard about some folk tea frying artists on Internet posts. Tea frying is also a craft.

 When I heard it, I thought it was very noble.

“We fry tea at home on the stove, which is no better than other people’s special pots for tea..." Firewood was piled at the mouth of the stove, and Wei Lan helped Grandma Gu sit down on the pony.

Seeing her curiosity, Grandma Gu couldn't help but say a few more words, "This fried tea requires a very small fire. I'm afraid that if the fire is overheated, the color of the fried tea will not be good, and it will not taste fragrant and will be bitter and astringent... "

“It is said to be fried tea, but in fact, the action is more like kneading. Knead the top part and remove the bottom part. Repeat this to evenly heat the tea to avoid burning the pot.”

 Speaking of the latter part, Grandma Gu stretched out her hand, raised her rough index finger and tapped Wei Lan twice on the forehead, "Don't be too happy too early, tea leaves are not so easy to pick."

Wei Lan pursed her lips in disbelief and said, "Isn't it just picking off the tea leaves? Grandma, don't fool me!"

 I can pick off vegetable moss as thick as my thumb when I go to my private plot, so there is no reason why I should be stumped by a tea stem that looks like a matchstick.

Wei Lan didn’t believe in evil and raised her chin delicately, “Look, grandma, I want to pick such a basket, no! It’s such a big basket!”

Wei Lan was talking and making gestures, but in the end she was dissatisfied, "No, no, no... I have to ask Brother Chao to free up the big basket of food at home for me!"

Grandma Gu laughed at her for being stupid.

Grandma Gu understands Wei Lan's temperament very well. Once Wei Lan confirms something, no matter how much others say it, it is useless. She has to wait for her own personal experience and suffer hardship before she is willing to believe the truth.

Without saying any more, Grandma Gu waved her hand and told Wei Lan to go away.

 It was almost time for her to pack up and prepare for dinner.

After being rejected by Grandma Gu, Wei Lan turned around and went to find Gu Chao.

 She chatted for a long time, and at the end she complained aggrievedly to Gu Chao, but Grandma Gu ignored her.

Picking tea does not require much skill, but it does require a lot of patience. Not all the leaves of a tea tree can be fried into "tea leaves", but only the young leaves and tips coming out of the branches. Therefore, it takes a lot of time to pick. Pick little by little.

 And Wei Lan…

 She said she wanted to use a big frame to hold the tea leaves.

After hearing this, Gu Chao looked at the sky and suddenly felt that life was so difficult.

　　After fussing for a long time, in the end, Gu Chao did not get the big frame for Wei Lan. He just randomly picked one out of the mini bamboo basket that Wei Lan usually carried, dusted it off and put it on the table.



 Wei Lan opened her lips slightly and said nothing, as if she was thinking about her words.

Gu Chao was afraid that she would say something earth-shattering again, so he quickly added: "If you fill it up by then, ask Youlan to come back and tell me. I will send you the big frame, and it will be the same if you pour it in."

Wei Lan thought about it for a moment and decided that this would be okay.

Although it was a little troublesome, Gu Chao was right. She knew that the tea trees in the mountainous area did grow densely. In spring, new branches sprouted and poked into the path. It was difficult for people to walk, let alone carry a big guy.

"Okay then." Wei Lan nodded and agreed to Gu Chao's proposal.

At the same time, Gu Chao breathed a sigh of relief.

 Fortunately, Wei Lan listened to the advice, otherwise, when the time comes, if he really carries a big frame and goes out, he will be laughed at to death?

With Wei Lan's temperament, when she gets really angry, she is afraid of tearing down the roof.

so far so good…

 Early the next morning, Gu Chao sent the letter and package together, and then rode his bicycle to the black market.

 Wei Lan needed transparent cans and bottles. He mentioned this to Shantao when he came to town to make goat milk two days ago, and Shantao said he would help and keep an eye on it.

Come here today just in time to ask about the result. If you can’t receive it or it’s difficult to receive it, you can make other plans earlier.

Pedestrians were in twos and threes on the road, and Gu Chao was riding a bicycle, the wheels turning rapidly.

Ahead was the corner entrance of Badao Alley. He rang the bicycle bell with his thumb and subconsciously shouted: "Let it go, let it go..."

 …

 “You walk slowly.”

Haishi Third Trading Street, Xie Jinghong, wearing a dark blue gown, stood at the door, smiling as he watched the man in a suit get into the car.

 Immediately afterwards, the black silk red flag CA770 started from the entrance of the foreign bank and gradually went farther and farther.

 The smile on Xie Jinghong's face gradually faded, and his eyes became cold. Just as he was about to turn around, a voice stopped him. “Brother Xie, wait, wait!”

 Xie Jinghong turned around and saw a spiky-headed boy running towards him with a backpack on his back.

The young man's upper body was covered in a dirty white lining, and he was wearing a shabby military green jacket. There was a simple symbol embroidered on the left side of the jacket's chest.

 That's the post office mark.

Xie Jinghong smiled lightly and leaned at the door, "You actually got into the post office to work? Did you want to tell me? If she knew, she would definitely be happy."

 The post office is a state-owned industry. It is an iron rice bowl for workers in this era. It is great to be able to enter it.

The spiky-headed boy’s name is Hai Gen, and he lives in an alley with Xie Jinghong.

Xie Jinghong is young and mature, and he is very wealthy. He will not take the initiative to talk to someone like Hagen who cannot be a help at all, but the two of them have become friends.

The reason for all this is because of the blind woman in Hagen.

 When Xie Jinghong was a child, he was always well-behaved and never acted up in front of others because he had too many things on his shoulders. But after all, he was a kid as big as a bean, and he always missed his mother sometimes.

　　Xie Jinghong did not dare to mention old things in front of old James. He could only hide in a corner and cry secretly when he was alone.

However, while missing his mother, the image of the bloodbath at home also flashed in his mind, and Xie Jinghong cried even more sadly.

It was also by chance that when Xie Jinghong was crying, Hai Genniang groped over to him and asked for comfort...

 Xie Jinghong felt warmth in Haigen Niang, but at the same time he felt curious and... longing for Haigen Niang.

Hai Genniang was blind and spent every day groping in the yard to wash her clothes. Xie Jinghong sat at the door of the yard and watched secretly.

He did not dare to speak out for fear of scaring Hagen's mother, and even more afraid that Hagen's mother would drive him out.

This life lasted for a long time, until that time, Hagen's grandfather passed away, and the six-year-old Hagen was sent to Hagen's mother.

 Because there was no use of precautions, Xie Jinghong was caught red-handed.

Hagen thought Xie Jinghong was a thief, so the six-year-old boy raised his fist and wanted to hit Xie Jinghong.

Haigen’s mother, who could not see anything, stretched out her hands to fumble around to try to make a stand, and finally said, “It’s Jinghong, the baby in the courtyard.” Then she persuaded Hagen to stop.

It was also at that time that Xie Jinghong realized that Hai Genniang had always known that he was around.

Xie Jinghong was only six or seven years old at the time. He couldn't explain how he felt in his heart. He only knew that he cried "wow" all of a sudden and his heart broke. On the other hand, Hagen looked at a loss.

Later, maybe Haigen's mother said something to Haigen. Haigen, who had just arrived, was like a little follower, always following Xie Jinghong, and because of his strong appearance, he also frightened away Xie Jinghong, who usually bullied Xie Jinghong in the alley. Hong’s group of brats...

"I haven't told my mother yet!" Hagen rubbed his hair in embarrassment. "The work of delivering letters at the post office is tiring. My mother knows she will definitely worry about it. I plan to follow her later when I have saved more money. she says."

"By the way, I have a letter from you here!" Hagen lowered his head and rummaged through his backpack, took out a brown paper envelope and handed it to Xie Jinghong, then closed the backpack and left, "There is also a package of letters. If I didn’t send it to anyone, I’ll leave now! Come back to Kani later!”

Xie Jinghong took the letter and casually glanced at the name. It belonged to Gu Chao.

 Xie Jinghong nodded, smiling coyly and shyly, "Okay, say hello to aunt for me."

Hagen smiled heartily, waved his hand and ran out, "I will."

 Watching Hagen leave, Xie Jinghong held the letter and entered the house.

It was lunch time now, and there were very few customers in the store. Xie Jinghong nodded gently to the middle-aged man in tunic suit at the counter, "I'll go to the second floor. If you need anything, come to me."

"Okay, young master." The middle-aged man stood up immediately, his body slightly bent and arched, very respectful.

Xie Jinghong's long, delicate eyebrows briefly frowned, as if he glanced at the middle-aged man inadvertently, and said in a very cold tone, "Uncle Wu, in this industry, I'm just a buddy."

There was a drop of cold sweat on Uncle Wu's forehead. He just wiped it off to change his words. When he looked up, Xie Jinghong had already reached the corner of the stairs on the second floor and quickly disappeared.

The second floor of Matheson Bank was originally James Lao's lounge. After James Lao's death, it was converted into a rest bedroom, and Xie Jinghong moved here from the alley.

Xie Jinghong is very cautious. He always looks like a well-behaved doll or a little boy in front of others. Even this bedroom is poorly furnished and unremarkable.

 Anyone who looks at him will feel that he is really just an inconspicuous little guy.

Hush the door behind his back, Xie Jinghong walked to the table by the window and sat on a chair.

He stretched out his right hand and swept it across, clearing a small area of ​​​​the messy desktop, and then tore open the envelope and read it.

Xie Jinghong could more or less guess why Gu Chao sent him a letter, but as soon as he spread out the letter paper and before he started to read it, his eyes were attracted by the symbols at the bottom of the letter paper.

　　No…it doesn’t seem to be a symbol.

yes…

 Is it a smiling face?

Xie Jinghong was startled for a moment. The thought that passed by seemed to be deeply ingrained in an instant. The more he looked at it, the more he thought it was a smiling face.

It is impossible for Gu Chao to write...draw such a thing.

Looking up slowly, you can see three lines of neat and elegant small regular script. It seems that it was written by a girl.

“Life is like a cup of tea. It won’t be bitter for a lifetime, but it will always be bitter for a while.”

“As long as you work hard and make progress, you can expect a bright future!”

 “Come on, little Jinghong~” appended a (-^〇^-) smiley face at the end.

Xie Jinghong gently rubbed his small hand on his smiling face, and started to read the content of the letter again with a little urgency. Only after reading the whole text did he know what the three lines of Juanxiu's handwriting were about.

 It is the encouragement from Gu Chao’s lover.

 Correct?

ˆ It should be good.

Xie Jinghong’s hand holding the letter dropped to the table, and his delicate and cute little face suddenly turned to the window. He was stunned, as if he was distracted for a while.

 No one knows what he is thinking.

Just after a long time, Xie Jinghong's eyes fell back on the letter paper again. His hand repeatedly touched the smiling face. The more times he touched it, the more he felt that the last two lines of vigorous and flowing instructions were a bit annoying.

In other words, except for the three beautiful lines, the words on the entire letter paper are eye-catching.

 The last two sentences Gu Chao added to the letter were to ask Xie Jinghong to take note of whether there were any mushroom cultivation or mushroom-related books in Haishi.

 (End of this chapter)