The Literary Hero of the Republic of China (民国之文豪) [MTL]

Chapter 25- 26

　　Chapter 25 The Attic

　　After Mu Qiong left the editorial office of Dazhong Daily, he went straight home.

　　It took a lot of time to go back and forth on the road, and it was four or five in the afternoon when he got home.

　　These days, ordinary people live their lives without looking at the time and looking at the sun. When it is dark, it is time to have dinner. If it is dark and early today... When he came home, it was just in time for everyone to cook.

　　For the lean meat left over at noon, Zhu Wanwan braised it with tofu. In addition, she also made an appetizing bowl of pickled vegetable soup.

　　That's right, pickles again...who makes it cheap and tasty?

　　In fact, Zhu Wanwan is pretty good, willing to toss the pickles in different ways... These days, there are many things that buy pickles and steam them all, and then the family eats four or five bowls of pickles for several days in a row.

　　Mu Qiong must have been tired of eating such a few dishes after coming and going, but now he is always hungry, so naturally everything tastes delicious.

　　He cooked three more bowls of rice, then gave lectures to Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu first, and then began to copy the novels he wrote.

　　He copied 3,000 words and couldn't continue. The tables and chairs were too uncomfortable, and the lighting was too dim. After writing, his eyes were a little dazzled. Realizing that this might damage his eyes, Mu Qiong immediately I stopped writing.

　　The next morning, Mu Qiong copied the remaining 2,000 characters, put the manuscript paper away in his arms, and then took the tram to the concession.

　　Today he couldn't get on the tram as soon as he arrived at the tram stop, and it was already late when he arrived at the concession, so he didn't go to the Dazhong Daily editorial office to deliver the manuscript, but went directly to the western restaurant.

　　It was past nine o'clock when he arrived at the western restaurant. The western restaurant had already opened, and Li Guangming was wearing a suit at the door to solicit business.

　　Some people sat in the restaurant eating tonkatsu. It was much more lively than when Mu Qiong first came, but compared with the day before yesterday, the business of the western restaurant was significantly worse, especially the number of people buying hamburgers was getting less and less .

　　"Xiao Mu, you are here." Boss Chen beckoned Mu Qiong to pass, then pointed to a middle-aged man who Mu Qiong didn't know beside him and said, "Come and get to know him, this is my friend named Zhang Qi, from now on he will be our friend." The proprietor of the restaurant."

　　"Hello shopkeeper." Mu Qiong greeted with a smile.

　　"This is Mu Qiong, I told you." Boss Chen introduced Mu Qiong to shopkeeper Zhang.

　　"Hello." Shopkeeper Zhang bowed to Mu Qiong. His accent was exactly the same as Boss Chen's, and he was probably from Cantonese.

　　"Hello." Mu Qiong quickly followed suit.

　　After getting to know each other, Boss Chen said to shopkeeper Zhang: "Old Zhang, I will trouble you to watch the shop, I will go out for a while."

　　Shopkeeper Zhang agreed, and Boss Chen said to Mu Qiong again: "Xiao Mu, come out with me!"

　　Boss Chen took Mu Qiong out and went to the carpenter first.

　　The table Mu Qiong wanted was a small white rectangular table, but the carpenter did not have white paint: "This color of paint is only available to foreigners, and it is not easy to buy, but a new paint factory has recently opened in the west. Help you to ask."