Age: My Small World

No matter what Ning Weisheng said, Yang Jun just shook his head slightly.

Ning Weisheng was very frustrated by this result.

He couldn't help but ask, "Comrade Yang Jun, why do you have the idea of ​​retiring from writing at such a young age?"

"Has Editor Ning not yet grasped the situation?"

Yang Jun's question immediately silenced Ning Weisheng.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "I was too stubborn."

Ning Weisheng's face was bitter. How could he not know the current trend of novels? He was just unwilling to accept it.

Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the editor had finally stopped inviting him.

He then smiled and said, "Guests from afar are welcome, and Editor Ning is also a benefactor of mine. I must treat you to a meal today."

Even if they can no longer be editor and author, it doesn't prevent them from being friends. Ning Weisheng also has a relationship with Shen Tang, so they can't afford to let their relationship become strained.

Ning Weisheng let go of his obsession and became more carefree, so he nodded and said, "Okay, but I'll have to treat you to the next meal."

"Natural nature."

After drinking the tea, Yang Jun led Ning Weisheng to Quanjude.

He hadn't had roast duck here in a long time and missed it quite a bit.

Yang Jun can also make roast duck and roast chicken, but Quanjude's tastes better than his. He only made it because of the high-quality ingredients; otherwise, the difference in skill would be significant.

"Young Master Yang, why did you bring me to Quanjude? It's very expensive here."

Ning Weisheng was also surprised. He knew that with his salary, he rarely ate in such a place; it was too extravagant.

Although Quanjude doesn't require meat coupons or meal tickets, it's really expensive.

"Mr. Ning, I only came here because of you. I've been really craving their duck. Let's have a good meal together today."

Yang Jun's tone also changed slightly as he followed Ning Weisheng's lead.

Hearing that he said it was because he was craving something, Ning Weisheng smiled and stopped worrying about it.

When it came time to order, Yang Jun didn't hesitate and ordered a duck for himself. Actually, one duck wasn't enough for him, so he couldn't possibly share one with someone else.

Before Ning Weisheng could even express his surprise, he ordered five more to take away.

"My family hasn't had this in a long time, so I should at least bring it back for them to try."

Yang Jun gave a special explanation.

Even so, Ning Weisheng was amazed at how much money he was willing to spend. Five roast ducks would cost several tens of yuan, and with the two they had, the meal would cost more than thirty yuan, which was a month's wages for an ordinary worker.

Fortunately, Yang Jun currently receives two salaries, earning two hundred yuan a month, which is quite a lot, so eating a few ducks is not a big deal.

One is given to the family to eat, and the rest are naturally divided among various sources.

After having dinner with Ning Weisheng, they made an appointment for him to treat them to a place next time, and then parted ways.

Before leaving, Ning Weisheng tried to say something several times, but in the end he held back.

It's clear from Yang Jun's attitude that he has no intention of writing any more books, and there's no point in saying more.

When I brought a duck home, I was greeted by my mother and Xiaoyuer's surprised voices: "Why did you buy a duck?"

"Brother Xiaoshan, have you eaten? Let me cook you two new dishes."

Little Fish thought Yang Jun hadn't eaten yet.

Since it was already around eight o'clock, and given Yang Jun's habit of not returning home after going out, she and her mother assumed that Yang Jun wouldn't be coming back tonight. That's why they finished eating; otherwise, they would have waited for him to eat together.

Yang Jun pinched her braid: "I treated some people to Peking duck at Quanjude today, and I was thinking of bringing one back for you to try."

"Mom, the duck is still warm, please sit down and have some." With that, he pulled Li Xiaohua down to sit.

Xiaoyuer didn't press him to tell her who he had invited to dinner, but simply asked, "Would you like me to heat up another bowl of rice?"

She knew Yang Jun's appetite; if he invited someone to dinner, they definitely wouldn't have eaten their fill.

Yang Jun shook his head: "I'm not hungry, you guys eat while it's hot."

The duck was just taken out of the small restaurant and was still freshly served. The duck was also sliced, and it came with pancakes and sauces, which was quite complete.

After Yang Jun wrapped a piece of duck pancake for his mother, she finally ate it.

After tasting it, Li Xiaohua couldn't help but exclaim how delicious it was.

This roast duck is rich in fat, and with the perfect roasting technique, it's bound to be delicious.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jun couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He had always been enjoying himself, but he had forgotten to take his mother out to eat something good.

Of course, even if he has money, he can't go out for fancy meals every few days, otherwise it would be hard to say if someone saw him. But going out every now and then is fine.

Little Fish wrapped one up for him; the silly girl was always thinking of him.

After finishing the roast duck, the three of them naturally returned to their respective rooms.

As usual, Xiaoyuer prepared foot bath water for him and let him soak his feet, while Yang Jun pulled her to soak her feet as well.

Because they drank the sacred water, they were not afraid of the risk of catching athlete's foot from each other.

"Today I'm treating the editor who used to submit articles to the newspaper to dinner. He came to invite me to continue writing articles."

Yang Jun took the initiative to speak.

Little Fish then realized that it was the editor who had approached her husband.

She asked in confusion, "So, Brother Xiaoshan, you didn't agree?"

Based on Yang Jun's past behavior, he shouldn't have refused.

Yang Jun nodded: "We can't be too high-profile for a while, so I probably won't be writing for a long time."

"Oh, right, I was just about to tell you something. I told you to bring your red booklets with you when you go out. Also, remember to bring your badges. If anything happens, just show them, and no one will bother you. Got it?"

Yang Jun gave them detailed instructions.

After listening to his detailed explanation, Xiaoyuer roughly understood what was going on, so he nodded seriously and said, "I understand, Brother Xiaoshan. I will do as you say."

"Well, don't worry if anything happens. Just make sure you find someone to inform me as soon as possible."

"Brother Xiaoshan, you also need to be careful. You're the only pillar of our family."

She nestled quietly against his chest, her heart filled with affection.

"Don't worry, you know what I'm capable of."

Silent all night.

The next day, after finishing his work, he took the roast duck to Uncle Hu's yard again.

The old man truly enjoys the taste of autumn. He lies in the courtyard as always, and the faint smell of medicine means that he is still preparing plasters.

"Master, I'm lying down."

Hu Baye silently put down his pipe, tapped it on the steps beside him, and shook off the ash.

"What brings you here, kid?"

Master Hu knew his apprentice was a womanizer, always with this one today and that one tomorrow; he rarely had time to come to his place. (End of Chapter)