Xie Zhiqiu traveled to the Northern Song Dynasty and became a young lady who took her baby thousands of miles to find her husband.
It's a pity that after three days in Citong Port, no one was found.
What's worse is that the money is running out.
Unable to find anyone and unable to return to his hometown, Xie Zhiqiu could only temporarily rent a small house with his children to settle down.
In order to support his family, Xie Zhiqiu went to the port and set up a stall, serving delicious and juicy shrimp dumplings, spicy and sour rice noodles, chewy mixed sauce noodles...
There are many businessmen traveling from north to south, and they can all taste the taste of hometown here.
Because of this local flavor, there is an endless stream of customers and business is getting better and better.
From a small stall to a small restaurant, the lively and prosperous Citong Port Pier has now gained a Xieji Restaurant.
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Someday.
The owner of the small restaurant wore a bun, stood at the door and pinched his waist. He introduced today's dishes to a tall, dark-skinned but masculine uncle with a sweet voice, "Dark uncle, today we have the most delicious pickled vegetables in the store. They are made from white rice dumplings~"
Ye Xingshui, who was covered in weather, looked at the little kid who was no taller than his thigh: "Little Tangyuan, I am your father."
The little glutinous rice ball stared with round eyes, carefully identified it and then stretched out his hand: "My father will give me money, will you do it?"
Ye Xingshui took out the money.
Xiao Tangyuan accepted the money, closed the door and ran to the backyard to claim credit: "Mommy, there was a black-faced uncle who said he was my dead father. He didn't lie to me. I also defrauded him of his money."
Ye Xingshui laughed angrily and jumped over the wall.
Little Tangyuan screamed: "Mom, he can climb the wall!"
Xie Zhiqiu ran out with a spatula and stared blankly at the tall, heroic man, as if he was really her husband-in-law.
Ah... What to do with the scholar introduced to her by Aunt Zhang next door?
The copy was written on June 5, 2026
Intention: struggle.