Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets
Chapter 160 Yipin Inn (Third Update)

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Yipin Inn (Third Update)

"Is that the Uncle Gen who is in his fifties, still not married, and has no children?" Tang Mingli thought Uncle Gen was quite suitable, Uncle Gen was always smiling, but agile, and he had good relationships with people in the village.

Tang Mingli curiously asked, "Xiao Yue, how did you think of him?"

Tang Mingli looked Tang Yue up and down, as if he was seeing her for the first time.

Tang Yue cleared her throat and said, "It just suddenly came to mind. I thought of everyone in the village and felt that Uncle Gen was the most suitable. He has no family at home, living in the village and living in the factory makes no difference to him."

Tang Yue didn’t dare to tell the truth. Actually, in her previous life, when her father Tang Zhengde died, Uncle Tang ignored the issues, Granny Tang was sick, and there was no money at home, Uncle Gen was the one who had helped them out. At that time, her mother pulled her along to kowtow to Uncle Gen, and she was very reluctant.

After being reborn, there were a lot of things happening, and since Uncle Gen was usually alone and rarely seen, she didn’t remember him.

"Oh." Tang Mingli didn’t suspect anything and the next day, he went to the village to find Uncle Gen. When Uncle Gen heard that the gatekeeping job was paid, and that Tang Mingli was also living there, he agreed immediately with a face full of gratitude, which was a stark contrast to the disdain showed by Tang Zhengyuan’s family.

After returning to the village, Tang Mingli briefly mentioned that the factory was recruiting female seamstresses. There were one or two people in the village interested, but everyone was worried about leaving their homes, so no one went.

That afternoon, Tang Mingli took Uncle Gen to the factory, and Uncle Gen, looking at the brand new factory building, couldn’t help but say, "Mingli, this factory building is really beautiful. Am I going to live here in the future?"

"Yes," Tang Mingli pointed to a room next to the factory gate, a large room divided into two smaller rooms, with space at the back to sleep and just a table set up at the front. This was the previous gatekeeper’s room. The table was also from the old factory, which Tang Mingli had simply repainted and repaired the leaking and broken areas, making it look almost new.

Especially the bright large windows, which were very comforting to look at.

"Uncle Gen, this room is a bit small, but wait a bit, and I’ll definitely make it bigger and better for living," Tang Mingli explained, worried that Uncle Gen might not like it, especially after the situation with Tang Zhengyuan, Tang Mingli was particularly sensitive on this matter.

"Not at all, this is very good," Uncle Gen said with a smile on his face. "I’ve never lived in such a bright house in my life."

Uncle Gen didn’t bring much with him, just some clothes and toiletries.

When Tang Zhengde heard that Uncle Gen had come, he also came to the factory. In the evening, everyone gathered around for dinner, which was very lively.

Only then did Tang Yue find out that Tang Zhengde used to share some of the wild rabbits he hunted in the mountains in winter with Uncle Gen.

The factory was busy for three consecutive days, and they had produced a lot of material, but to supply so many people with sewing machines at the same time was still not enough. When work officially started, two more cutting masters would come.

One day, Mo Siyu came looking for her, and Tang Yue remembered that she hadn’t seen Mo Siyu for quite some time.

Mo Siyu stood straight in a white shirt.

Tang Yue stared at his leg and asked, "Is your leg alright? Has it healed? Can you stand now?"

"There is a stool here," Tang Yue said as she handed over the stool, her swift actions making him feel both amused and warmhearted inside.

"No need, to thank you for cooking for me before, today, I plan to take you out for something delicious," Mo Siyu said, with a gentle look in his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, Tang Yue mentioned it to Tang Mingli and followed Mo Siyu out.

Perhaps it was a shift in her mindset that made her interactions with Mo Siyu more natural. However, occasionally she would try to remember what Mo Siyu looked like in her past life and could only recall that stern and austere face, which seemed quite different from the Mo Siyu of now.

"Where are we going?" Tang Yue curiously looked at Mo Siyu.

Mo Siyu gave her a meaningful glance but said nothing. Leading her through twists and turns, they arrived at a place she had never been before—a long alley. If it hadn’t been for Mo Siyu leading her, she might never have known that there was a restaurant hidden here.

The restaurant had a very classical aesthetic.

"Yipin Inn," the name sounded somewhat familiar.

The name was also quaintly charming. This area consisted of old buildings, all traditional Siheyuan houses with upturned eaves, blue-grey roof tiles, grey walls, and bright red doors. The pillars on either side were also red, making it look exceptionally appealing.

Although it didn’t look very new, the whole place emanated an ancient charm.

Mo Siyu clearly was a regular customer; as they entered, people greeted him. Many eyes were on Tang Yue, as if sizing up who she was.

Paved with blue bricks, once inside, there was a large courtyard planted with scenic trees, rockeries, and flowing water, all very picturesque.

Walking through the cloister gave Tang Yue a feeling of returning to ancient times.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Tang Yue’s mind: in the future, Jiang City would develop rapidly, relying on these well-preserved, quaint buildings, wouldn’t it?

And Yipin Inn was also very famous.

However, she knew of Yipin Inn in Shenzhen. Once, during a translation job, a client took her there—it was just as quaint and charming.

She hadn’t realized it at first, but now that she entered the courtyard, she felt very familiar with it, and together with the familiar name, it all came back to her instantly.

At the same time, the rumors about Yipin Inn also surfaced in her mind.

Yipin Inn was a place so exclusive that money alone might not guarantee entry, reserved for dignitaries and the elite, and the level of luxury inside amazed her.

Of course, the food here was also very, very delicious, said to have been passed down from royal chefs.

Although not certain if this Yipin Inn was the precursor to the one in Shenzhen, even if not, it probably had some connection.

Tang Yue was inwardly shocked but showed nothing on her face. Mo Siyu led her to a private room, which had a pleasant name: Butterfly Love Flower.

"What would you like to eat?" Mo Siyu handed her the menu. Each dish had a particularly pretty name, and she could only vaguely guess what they might be.

Tang Yue pushed the menu back and said, "I don’t know what to eat; I can’t understand it."

Mo Siyu chuckled softly and said, "You’re quite direct."

Tang Yue’s face turned red, and puffing her cheeks, she retorted righteously, "These dish names don’t tell me what they are."