It turns out that this is the place Haitang must pass every time he enters the city or returns to the village, and it is also a place to rest. Originally, this place was a farmer's family, and the uncle and his son made a living by farming.
Seeing that the location was good, Haitang suggested that her uncle set up a tea stall in his free time. At the same time, he taught his uncle how to make chrysanthemum tea, osmanthus tea, and jasmine tea.
Gradually, the tea stall started to improve, and people who came and went felt it tasted good after a sip, and more and more repeat customers came.
Haitang has become a benefactor. She sits down every time she comes. Her uncle and son also treat her as a noble person.
"Uncle, I want to borrow the kitchen to cook some side dishes for my friends. Is it convenient?" Haitang asked politely.
Haitang didn't take the little kindness he received from someone seriously.
"Miss Haitang, you are so outspoken. I don't know what to say to the old man, but I will do something for you." The old man said with a smile.
Haitang asked Mr. Zhang to sit down and poured tea for him. Mr. Zhang took a sip. It was mellow and had a faint fragrance. This was jasmine tea.
"It turns out that Miss Haitang hid such good tea and didn't tell me." Master Zhang said with a smile.
Although he came from a wealthy family, Mr. Zhang was able to go to Shuilian Mountain alone to pull out wolf hairs. Bai Haitang knew that he was not a pampered young man. Naturally, he could sit at the tea stall in this deserted village and would not dislike it.
"Master, just sip tea and admire the pastoral scenery. I'll go to the kitchen to cook and I'll be back later," Haitang said.
Mr. Zhang nodded and looked around. On the side of the yard was an osmanthus tree, in front were planted jasmines, and in the front were chrysanthemums. From high to low, they were blooming in clumps in an orderly manner. People who came to drink tea, although
Passing by to quench your thirst, you can see a large number of flowers at a glance, which is naturally pleasing to the eye.
No need to think about it, this must be Miss Haitang’s idea.
"Sister Haitang, I've washed my hands clean and I'm just waiting for your instructions." Wazi ran over to help. The teenage boy was not annoying, but rather lovable. When he saw Haitang coming, he came to compete.
A dear sister returns a kiss.
"Okay, Wazi, wash these vegetables a few more times." Haitang handed the yellow pepper, red pepper, green pepper and carrots in the basket to Wazi.
"Okay." The child was diligent with his hands and feet and was unambiguous in his work. He finished the washing in a while, and even after washing, he lit the fire and heated up the pot.
Haitang used this time to process the ingredients at hand, shredding them into shreds, and cutting them into cubes.
Both pots were burning hot, and Bai Haitang and Wazi were also busy. After every dish was cooked, Haitang always let Wazi taste it first, and Wazi was full of praises.
"Sister Haitang, you can open a restaurant without dyeing cloth." Wazi persuaded her.
When Mr. Zhang drank a pot of jasmine tea, osmanthus tea and chrysanthemum tea, Bai Haitang and Wazi had already brought out the dishes.
A steamed seabass with thin shreds of ginger and a piece of red pepper in its mouth.
Green peppers, yellow peppers, red peppers, and carrots are cut into diamond shapes and neatly arranged on the plate, colorful.
Cut the white radish into thin strips and season with honey and rock sugar, which is refreshing and refreshing.
Pour celery and peanuts into water, add some shrimps and sesame seeds, let it cool, then cut the persimmons into small pieces and place them on a plate with a layer of lettuce leaves underneath.
"These are home-cooked dishes. I hope Mr. Zhang likes them. He is used to eating big fish and meat, so I hope these light dishes will refresh his stomach." Bai Haitang also sat down.