At about half past five, Zhu Pingan got up, washed up, opened the door, and another fresh morning came to the world.
At dawn, the sky is dark, the east is a little fish-belly white, and the sun is still gestating under the horizon.
The entire capital was still immersed in sleep.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little girl in the ear room rubbed her eyes, put on her clothes and went out. When they saw Zhu Pingan who had finished washing and was about to go out, the two little girls widened their eyes in surprise and subconsciously looked up.
It's not yet dawn, why did my uncle get up so early?
"There's no need to prepare my breakfast. I'm going out for a while." Zhu Pingan nodded, then walked out the door with the cloth bag slung across his body.
"Aren't you going to sleep?"
It wasn't until Zhu Pingan walked out of Tingyuxuan that the two girls came back to their senses. They looked at their uncle's leaving figure and looked at each other with their mouths open. They couldn't understand why Zhu Pingan went to bed so late and woke up so early.
The night ban had just ended, and there were still very few people on the streets outside.
Zhu Ping'an left the Linhuai Marquis Mansion and walked forward along Gonghou Street. He turned left at the second intersection and walked along the alley with weeping willows to another street. After turning right, he saw a gurgling inner courtyard.
canal.
As usual, Zhu Pingan found a good place by the river and sat on a stone with his back against a weeping willow.
When I sat down, the sun had already risen from the horizon.
Zhu Ping'an leaned against the tree trunk, took out the book he borrowed from the Hanlin Academy from the slanted cloth bag, and read with relish while looking at the golden river surface.
A year's plan begins in spring, a day's plan begins in the morning.
Human memory is like the liver. There are several time periods when it is most efficient, among which morning is the time when memory is best. Zhu Pingan has always had the habit of morning reading. He gets up early to read a book and read an article.
I have gained something. Having breakfast after reading in the morning will not delay things at all.
The sound of birds in spring, the sound of cicadas in summer, the sound of insects in autumn, the sound of snow in winter, the sound of wind in the willows in the forest, and the sound of gurgling water in the stream. No matter how early you get up in the morning, you will never be alone.
After daybreak, Zhu Ping'an put the book into a cloth bag, patted the dust on his clothes, got up and walked towards the awakening and lively streets.
People are already coming and going on the street, and the shops on the street are starting to open or preparing to open.
The aroma of the breakfast shop spreads far, and there is always a smell that can arouse the taste buds of passers-by.
"Steamed buns, big steamed buns with thin skin and meat stuffing. They are very oily." The boy at the bun shop guarded the steamed bun stove on the stove in front of the door, opened a drawer of hot meat buns, and shouted to the passers-by.
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"Master Liu, here you are, the newly baked mutton guata. You can buy some and take them home for your children and mother-in-law to taste. Wrap them in lotus leaves to make them more fragrant." The young man from the pot sticker guata shop stood on the roadside.
Kindly invite regular customers.
Breakfast shops in other streets sell wontons, sesame cakes, fried cypress, hot and sour noodles, fried liver, tripe soup, offal soup, etc. They are all busy and busy, and they can smell the fragrance all the way.
Zhu Ping'an was standing in front of a sesame seed shop with a cloth bag slung across his body, watching with interest the shop's master chef making sesame seed pancakes.
The old master worked very quickly, with a coarse cloth apron around his waist, dough in one hand, and a rolling pin in the other. He played with making flowers, throwing the dough, rolling out the dough, and the rolling pin rhythmically "beating the flowers."
The fragrant smell of sesame cakes emanates from the clay oven.
"Sit inside the guest room." The waiter saw Zhu Ping'an standing in front of the clay stove and hurriedly came over to greet him.
"What do we have in the store?" Zhu Pingan asked.
Although sesame cakes are very fragrant, if there are only sesame cakes in the store, then breakfast will lack the flavor of the mix.
"The fine flour sesame cakes are sold for two bucks each. Come and see the size of the sesame cakes. In addition to the sesame cakes, our store also has handmade noodles, mixed noodles, offal soup, tofu curd, tofu curd, stewed noodles, etc. If you want to eat something else,
I just ran an errand and bought it for you in the blink of an eye." The shop assistant greeted him warmly.
hehe
We’ve all talked about this, how could we not enter?
"Okay, here are two sesame seed pancakes, one bowl stewed, more sesame sauce, and more minced coriander and minced chives." Zhu Pingan nodded with a smile, walked into the store, and sat down at an empty table near the door.
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"Okay, two sesame seed pancakes, one bowl stewed, pour more sesame sauce, sprinkle more minced coriander and minced chives." The waiter bowed to greet Zhu Ping'an into the store, then raised his head to report to the kitchen.
The chef responded immediately.
Soon, a bowl of hot braised pork was served on the table, along with two fragrant sesame cakes. In addition, the store also gave a stack of delicious pickles for free.
The hot stewed pancakes were cooked with freshly baked sesame seeds. They tasted delicious and moved Zhu Ping'an's fingers. However, the only drawback was that the side dishes provided by the store were not as delicious as those made by his mother, Chen.
Halfway through the meal, Zhu Pingan heard a commotion at the door of the shop, and many diners turned their heads to look at the door.
Putting down his chopsticks, Zhu Ping'an turned to look at the door, and saw a slovenly middle-aged man coming in. He had a dark face, an unshaven beard, and his hair seemed to have not been washed for half a month. He was carrying a bamboo basket on his back.
"Shop, can you give me a bowl of noodles? Yesterday I went to town to sell mountain products and lost my wallet. I haven't eaten for a day and I'm very hungry."
The slovenly middle-aged man stood at the door, rubbed his hands, and asked the shopkeeper.
The shop assistant at the door was trying hard to pull him out, and the man he was pulling was even more ragged.
It was the appearance of this person that caused the commotion.
"fraud"
"Don't believe even fake beggars."
"Shopkeeper, don't believe him. We see many people like this."
"Don't be fooled. This kind of scam is too common. I've seen a few people in Dongzhimen before. They borrow money from people they meet on the roadside and say they haven't eaten in a few days. Such people make a lot of money in a day."
The customers in the shop pointed at the man at the door and started talking about it, warning the shopkeeper and the people around him not to be fooled.
"Get out, get out." The shopkeeper glanced briefly, then waved impatiently towards the door.
The store clerk was ordered to drive people out harder.
"Wait."
Just as the man was about to be kicked out, he suddenly heard a young man's voice coming from inside the store.
who?
Why are you so stupid?
How could you still be fooled after being warned?
Everyone turned their heads and saw Zhu Ping'an waving to the store clerk. Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they saw this.
"After you make the noodles, charge them to my account. Also"
Zhu Ping'an stopped the store clerk from chasing people away, called the store clerk to his side, and gave some instructions in the store clerk's ear.
Since someone is paying, the store will naturally stop chasing people away.
Soon, a bowl of noodles was served. After the middle-aged man thanked Zhu Pingan, he sat on the table and ate hungrily.
In less than a minute, I finished the bowl of noodles and drank all the soup.
After the middle-aged man finished eating, Zhu Ping'an took out another dime of silver from his pocket, worth about a hundred cash, and stuffed it into the man's hand, telling him to go home quickly and not to worry his family.
The man thanked me profusely.
"You got Fooled."
"Hey, you were cheated."
"That's a liar, young man."
After the man left, everyone said that Zhu Pingan had been deceived and were worried about Zhu Pingan.
"The store didn't ask the store to add salt to the bowl of noodles just now," Zhu Ping'an said softly as he watched the middle-aged man leave. (To be continued.)