Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Seeing his wife quicken her pace, Chu Molin likewise stepped up to match her. With both leaving, Xue Ling had no choice but to follow after, otherwise she’d be left on her own.

“Chu Molin, let’s have that.” Qin Xue pointed to a beef offal noodle shop. Thinking about the delicious beef offal soup and noodles soaked in gravy, she felt her mouth watering.

“Alright, we’ll eat whatever you fancy.” Chu Molin had no personal preferences and just followed his wife’s taste. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any food he particularly liked, but he found that everything she enjoyed was utterly delicious.

So, he just went along with whatever she wanted to eat. This way, he could try many foods he’d never tried before, right?

“Qin Xue, I want the beef offal soup.” Xue Ling pointed to the sign and said to Qin Xue.

Xue Ling’s actions raised a question in Chu Molin’s mind. Didn’t they say she was raised by beggars? How did she know how to read?

The thought wasn’t unreasonable. In normal families, many kids of her age would just be starting school, and the ones from less fortunate households wouldn’t even have the means to educate their children. So how could a beggar’s child know how to read?

He didn’t think Qin Xue taught her. No matter how talented a person was, it was impossible to teach someone to read and articulate correctly in just a few days.

With this in mind, his wife’s words from the morning suddenly seemed flawed. Could the child really be a divine being like she suggested? Thinking along those lines, Chu Molin shook his head, trying to rid himself of the impossible thoughts. But in that moment, he forgot that his wife was not exactly normal herself.

“What would you like?” The waiter welcomed them as soon as they entered. Qin Xue raised her eyebrows. This level of customer service was becoming familiar. Did all shops in the Imperial Capital operate this way? It was quite progressive, considering such service was only available in future generations.

She had seen television depictions of this era where people were proud of having such work, but their pride sometimes translated into attitudes that left something to be desired. Yet here she was now, experiencing customer service as if she was back in a modern restaurant.

“We’ll each have a serving of your signature dish.” Qin Xue and company settled down at a table before she replied to the waiter.

“Ok. Is there anything else you would like?” The waiter noted down their order.

“Bring a plate of soy beef, too.” Qin Xue pointed at the soy beef on the sign.

“Alright. Please wait a moment.” The waiter took down the order and left, showing no sign of surprise at Xue Ling’s unusual appearance throughout the interaction.

“This place is something else.” Giving the surroundings a once-over, Qin Xue remarked slowly, no wonder it did such good business. Many elements were only found in future establishments. Having such a unique setting in this era was impressive and likely to draw a crowd. But was it all due to the owner’s talent or were they also from the future, like her? She needed to find out.