Mrs. He brought a basin of rice wine with her when she came. She started shouting before she even entered the door: "Qingqing, the rice wine I made two days ago is ready. Come over and try it!"
As soon as he entered the door, he bumped into Meng Yuan who was eating a cake. He was stunned for a moment, and then grinned: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you came back suddenly. I'm really not used to it..."
After saying that, he continued to stretch his head and talk to Shen Qingqing: "Qingqing, go get the bowl quickly and put the iced ones at the bottom of the well. It's still cold!"
Shen Qingqing hurried to the kitchen to get a spoon and a bowl, and the two got together to discuss the secrets of making rice wine, talking and laughing, and they were very harmonious.
Meng Yuan, who had already stepped into the kitchen with one foot, silently stepped back. Well, he seemed quite redundant.
Fang Zhenshan, who arrived later, listened to the cheerful laughter in the kitchen and patted Meng Yuan on the shoulder, "I say Meng Yuan, you have to work harder, otherwise I will have to suffer with you."
He was sleeping soundly with his wife in his arms early in the morning, but suddenly he was kicked away by his wife, who said she wanted to get up and make rice wine for Qingqing to drink.
You said that in this life, if you go out, your daughter-in-law will become someone else's family, which is very frustrating.
At about noon, Osmanthus came over with rolled noodles. There was a little girl of four or five years old beside her legs. The girl was carrying a small bamboo basket with some fresh vegetables in it.
Guihua helped put the basket of noodles on the carriage, turned around and patted her daughter, "Cai Zhu, quickly bring the dishes to your little aunt."
Then he said to Shen Qingqing: "In the future, if you are short of food, go to my vegetable patch and eat it. Don't buy it everywhere and waste your money."
Shen Qingqing smiled and put away the dishes, invited her into the room for a bowl of cold rice wine, and grabbed a handful of crispy candies and fried shrimps for Caizhu.
The little girl had a very quiet personality. She put her things away and whispered thank you to her aunt twice, then hid behind Osmanthus and stopped moving.
Meng Qixue was tugging at the hem of her clothes, "Cai Zhu, come here to play. Let's dance the grid. My mother taught me how to do it. It's so fun."
Guihua rubbed the top of her head and said, "Go and play with your sister. Mom has something to ask your little aunt. I'll call you when I leave."
A few children got together and started playing quickly.
Guihua turned around and asked Shen Qingqing: "Qingqing, when will the snacks you mentioned yesterday start to be sold? I am going to take the two children back to my parents' home and tell them about Brother Qiang. I estimate that I will stay there for two days.
, I’m afraid it will delay your business.”
"It doesn't matter. It will probably take a few days for the stroller to be ready. You can go back to your parents' home with peace of mind. I will notify you in advance when the time comes."
Osmanthus finally felt relieved. She said a few more gossips and left in a hurry.
After Guihua left, Mr. He came over again, "Qingqing, have you thought about what snacks you plan to sell?"
"After thinking about it, I will sell kang potatoes and sizzling tofu."
"Kang potatoes, iron plate tofu." Mr. He read it again and commented: "It seems easy to make."
Shen Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, "These two things sound simple, but it is difficult for others to make them taste exactly the same."
Mr. He heard something in her words and immediately became interested: "Hey, what's your special trick?"
Shen Qingqing gave up and said, "Auntie will understand when I make the thing."
After arriving in town, Shen Qingqing handed over the business of the store to He. She and Meng Yuan went to a nearby spice shop to buy spices, fennel, cloves, bay leaves, tangerine peel, cinnamon... and bought more than ten kinds of spices.
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In this era, spices were mostly used for beauty and aromatherapy, which were pursued by wealthy people, so the price was relatively high. A bag of spices cost nearly ten taels of silver.
The owner of the spice shop was dumbfounded by such a large sum of money. "Madam, are you buying spices to smoke clothes? Listen to my advice, if you want to smoke clothes, just buy two of them. You can't use such complicated things."
How strange would it be to mix so many spices together?
Just think about it and get excited.
Shen Qingqing covered her lips and snickered, "Just do this, someone in my family will like it."
The owner of the spice shop turned his head to look at Meng Yuan who was sitting on the carriage, and shook his head. The young man was quite handsome, but his taste seemed not to be very good.
After buying the spices, the two went to the dry goods store to buy different varieties of dried chili peppers, such as tiaozi peppers with a strong peppery aroma, and bell peppers with a spicy and fragrant aroma...
I bought more chili peppers than spices, so I filled half of the bags in sacks.
The owner of the dry goods store reminded her very thoughtfully: "Young people, no matter how much you love spicy food, you must exercise some restraint, otherwise you will enjoy it when you eat it, but you will suffer later on."
Shen Qingqing suppressed a laugh: "I don't eat much, but there are people in my family who love this."
Meng Yuan, who was standing aside carrying a sack, was innocently shot again.
The owner of the dry goods store patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "If you eat too much chili pepper, you will not only suffer from it, but you will also easily get pimples on your face. It would be a pity if your face was ruined by pimples."
Meng Yuan: "?"
Is it appropriate to tell this to a person who is still drinking porridge to nourish his body?
Then the two went to the market and bought a catty of sesame seeds, weighed a few pieces of old tofu and a few catties of small potatoes.
With all the materials ready, the two went to the grocery store and bought a small stone mill that could be placed on the table, an oversized pottery mortar, and a set of small steel scales.
On the way back, Shen Qingqing held her purse and counted the money while murmuring: "After I go back, I have to write out the bill and put it on Xuebao's bedside to encourage her to earn back her capital as soon as possible. Otherwise, she will have to pay for her capital all day long. Sooner or later, she will have to pay for it."
I empty out."
Meng Yuan answered from the front: "Tomorrow I will go hunting in the mountains. I can get some money by selling the hunted things in a restaurant. Then you will have money."
"Are you feeling well? You don't need to rest for two days?"
Meng Yuan: "?"
What's wrong with him?
The two returned to the Hundred Bowl Noodle Shop, where almost all the customers had left. Fang Zhenshan sat in the shop holding a bowl and eating loudly, while the four boys lay face to face on the stools and happily counted the coins.
Seeing Shen Qingqing come in, Fang Zhenshan bit off the noodles in his mouth and gave her a thumbs up, "Girl, you are really capable. I told you contrary to what I said before. It is really because of him that Meng Yuan can marry you as his wife."
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Meng Yuan: "..."
You are truly my own master.
Mrs. He came over with two bowls of noodles, "Stop standing there, wash your hands and eat."
After simply eating a bowl of noodles, Shen Qingqing went straight to the kitchen and started making dipping sauce.
First stir-fry the sesame seeds and put them aside for later use. Then put the chili peppers into the pot and stir-fry over low heat. After a while, the unique burnt aroma of the chili peppers will come out.
The owner of the bakery opposite was dozing off on a lounge chair in front of the door. He smelled the fragrance and started to smell it. He sniffed, shook his head and said, "The other side is making a new dish."
After saying that, he returned home, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, squatted in the corner, and continued to eat remotely.
When the peppers are fried until they are crispy, they can be put into a clay mortar and mashed. The mashing process is quite exciting. It is spicy to the eyes and chokes the nose, and is as poisonous as a biochemical weapon.
Shen Qingqing couldn't bear it after a few times, so she had to run to the bedroom, grab two balls of cotton and stuff her nose. When she came out again, her place had been taken by Meng Yuan.
The man is holding the mortar with one hand and holding the mallet tightly with the other hand. Amidst the clanging sound of beating, the smooth muscle lines on his arms are fully exposed.
Shen Qingqing pinched his stiff arm and praised: "You are recovering well."
After sleeping for three months, there is no need to recuperate, and I will be resurrected directly with full blood.
He is indeed a man with a background. This chapter has been completed!