She looked at the pancakes that were a bit dry and mushy because there was no oil and only put sesame oil on them, so she had to say: "I did spread out some more pancakes, but I'm afraid they're not very tasty."
"It's delicious! I won't be picky, but these gnocchi are very fragrant. Bring me some pancakes quickly." The big man said indifferently.
Listening to this, Song Qiu thought that these three men had really good appetites, probably because they hadn't had breakfast, so he had no choice but to let Zhang Lihua bring the pancakes that had been spread out.
Guessing that it wasn't enough to eat, I mixed some more batter and continued spreading it.
Sure enough, the first few pancakes were not enough, and they had to add three more pancakes before calling it a day.
The reason for the stop was probably because he was too choked, and the big man asked about it as soon as he saw the bamboo sign. When he asked if there were any ice mash for sale, he simply ordered two more bowls of ice mash.
Song Qiu wiped his sweat and then spread out the remaining batter with confidence. It was finally his turn to eat.
The three big men had eaten and drank enough, and instead of walking under the sun, they hugged the bench and lay down, looking like they were going to take a nap.
Sure enough, Song Qiu put the pancakes on a table in the back and ordered three bowls of hot soup with salt. As soon as he sat down, he heard a loud snoring sound.
With the sound of snoring coming and going, hot soup while eating pancakes, and there are waves of heat outside mixed with the river breeze rushing in, this experience is really beautiful.
These three big men slept like no one else, and it was really dark and dark.
It wasn't until the hottest part of the afternoon passed, the sun slowly moved westward, and the tea shed greeted two more passers-by that the three of them got up lazily.
When he saw that the sun had slipped to one side, the big man smiled and hurriedly waved to Song Qiu to go over and pay.
"Little girl, you've rested for a long time. Has it delayed your business? You've traveled too far and you're really exhausted."
Song Qiu naturally waved his hand and said it was okay.
What's more, they only occupied a table and didn't delay the business.
The big man has a beard all over his face and is so tanned that he can't tell his age at all. He just smiles innocently and looks so ferocious that it is rare for people to still feel naive.
"How much money? I'll settle the bill now and continue on my way."
For three large bowls of gnocchi and so many pancakes, Song Qiu felt that they were carelessly cooked, so he only took the cost of one pound of flour, plus six bowls of iced fermented glutinous rice and three cups of herbal tea, a total of twenty-nine coins.
After paying the bill, the three big men, each carrying a cloth bag, left the tea shed and continued on their way.
It was almost time to apply, and Song Qiu was already planning to close the stall.
Unexpectedly, those kids from yesterday ran over happily again.
"Sister, sister, is there any iced mung bean soup today?"
"Yes!" Song Qiu responded and scooped out mung bean soup for the four of them.
The four little ones sat at a table, holding bamboo tubes and drinking happily.
During this short time, another group of people came in to rest, and they just finished the remaining mung bean soup and cold shrimp.
After sending away these two groups of customers, it was already time to win, and now it was time to close down the stall.
I went back and forth twice to get everything back.
Song Qiu boiled water and took a rest when he saw a carriage coming from the Zhang family next door.
It was the Dafang family who had not been back for a long time. The carriage naturally did not belong to them. It was a specially rented carriage. They were delivered to them and they drove back.
Zhang Gugua, who is thirty-four this year, is wearing a long robe, dressed like a scholar, and looks elegant.
Probably because he has never done farm work since he was a child and has lived a good life in the town. This man looks very young, and he is fair and does not look old at all. Some people believe him if he is said to be about the same age as the twenty-five-year-old Zhang Hugua.
Similarly, Mrs. Feng, who has always been in the presence of Mrs. Tong Sheng, is even more pampered. She looks very young. She rented a house in the town and even hired a mother-in-law to cook and take care of the housework. She said that she would not touch Yang Chun Shui.
, not an exaggeration at all.
Next, there are twins Zhang Song and Zhang Meihua, who are even more dressed up as young ladies from a wealthy family. They are dressed in cotton and silk. I don’t know how many coarse cloth clothes they have to buy for that outfit.
Zhang Gugua's eldest daughter, Zhang Taohua, got married the year before last. Because of his status as a child and his son being a scholar, he married into a serious family in the town. The other party ran a dyeing shop and his family was well off.
Because her eldest daughter married well and her son was promising, and her younger daughter grew up even better, many people were interested in her. Ms. Feng felt proud. When she entered the yard and looked at this dirty and messy country place, she felt even more confused.
Not even happy.
If it weren't for the money, she wouldn't be willing to go back to this poor place. It simply lowered her status as a young wife.
Zhang Gugugu held a wine jar in his hand and happily went to the upper room, "Dad, mother, we are back!"
Mr. Zhang, who was sitting in the upper room, had long heard the news and saw that the eldest son and his family were back. He was so happy that if he hadn't acted like he was a father, he would have almost welcomed them out in person.
This is his eldest son, Mr. Zhang, and he will be the most promising son in the future!
Seeing someone come in, Mr. Zhang smiled and asked questions, "You're heading home after lunch? It's hot today, are you tired from the journey? Come in quickly, sit down, have a rest, and ask Lihua to bring you some sugar water to quench your thirst.
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As soon as she sat down to take a rest outside, Ms. Miao called her to help get pig food. When Zhang Lihua heard that her grandfather called her, she had no choice but to go to the kitchen first.
In the upper room, Ms. Feng, Zhang Song and Zhang Meihua were one step behind, and they were also calling people with smiling faces.
Mr. Zhang was so happy that he beamed and called his eldest grandson filial and sensible.
In this eyes, there is really only the eldest grandson and no one else.
After all, the eldest grandchild is different.
Zhang Gugua put the wine jar in his hand on the table, "If it's not hard work, how can you go back to your home and say hard work? Dad, it's hard work for you and your mother at home. Your son can't be by your side to fulfill your filial piety all year round.
It’s really my son’s fault. I know dad, you’ll be happy to have a good relationship with me. This is a good wine that my son and daughter-in-law specially bought for you at Wang’s Liquor Shop!”
The boss's words made Mr. Zhang feel very comfortable. He knew that his son was thinking of him and that he would come back with a good drink. He was so happy that he quickly said to Mr. Deng: "It's rare for the boss and his family to come back.
After such a good drink, I will definitely have a good drink with the boss today. I don’t have any meat dishes at home. Give the money to the fourth brother and ask him to go to Mei Fu’s house to buy a fat chicken and kill today.
Eat late!”
For her eldest son, it was impossible for Mrs. Deng not to say that she liked him in her heart. The man had already spoken about buying a chicken, so she had no reason to refuse, so she hurriedly went into the back room to get the money.
Zhang Guanggu knew how to do things, so he quickly said: "Dad, how can we spend money? Don't buy chickens. A chicken costs forty or fifty cents, how expensive is it? Let's just have some home-cooked food. The most important thing is that we haven't seen dad for a long time."
Mom and I have dinner together."
After hearing this, why does Mr. Zhang care about money?
He just said: "It's just a chicken. It's rare for you to come back. How can you eat a chicken? But boss, you and Song'er study hard and use up your brain. You need to eat better and make up for it."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Feng. Men studied, women took care of the house, and eating and drinking were women's business.
Isn’t it true that the money brought to the family every month is in the hands of the daughter-in-law?