Great Husband of the Northern Song Dynasty

"This is ... lady, this, this turned out to be cooking?"

That maid's voice was louder, making Shen An a little unhappy.

If it was too much in the house, he would not like to eat outside.

Eat it, but some people are uncomfortable looking at it.

Azhu's eyes were filled with surprise, but still indifferent.

"There is a Fanlou."

Shen An heard this, but dismissed it.

Fan Lou's stir-fried dishes, he knew that according to the people who had eaten it, that was the case ...

He can't help but shine at the thought of here.

Can you make a fortune by buying vegetables?

"Brother, eat!"

Guoguo listened to the story that the princess was packed up by the queen because she didn't eat well. Today, she ate both dishes and thought she worked hard.

But Shen An is distracted.

For lunch, the food he ate was unpleasant, and finally the egg soup and leftovers were mixed and eaten together.

After a nap, Shen An gave up the big fortune with some frustration.

It ’s not that he does n’t want to make a fortune, but that he has no power behind him. If he rashly displays all kinds of stir-fried dishes, the money will definitely be able to make money, but the possibility of being profit-making will be greater.

He was hesitant.

"Brother!"

Guoguo is very good. He reads the words after getting up.

Shen An smiled, put aside these troubles, and then guided her to practice writing.

In the afternoon, Shen An lifted the burden, put the materials for making pot stickers tonight, as well as small tables and chairs, and let fruit and flowers sit in it.

"Go!"

This is Guoguo's favorite way of travel. She grabbed the edge of the basket and smiled at the coming Azhu.

Azhu's eyes were a little cold.

All the way to the night market, those merchants who frowned at the eye, refused to come to say hello.

Someone probably panicked and ran over with a paper bag.

"No one will tell, you can rest assured."

The oil paper bag was put into the basket where Guoguo was sitting, and the person ran quickly.

This would not reveal his identity!

Set up the stall and make the dough, Shen An opened the oil paper bag, but two fried quails.

He didn't like to eat this very much, but he didn't have a good intention, so he sat in front of the stove and ate quail.

He was eating with his head down, and a bowl of wine was placed on the chopping board.

The person came out and said: "Young people should also learn to drink alcohol, otherwise where will the blood come from."

Shen An stunned, then nodded his thanks.

Night market merchants do not lack right and wrong views, just because the Song Dynasty's repeated wars and defeats have made everyone habitually flinch.

Stickers are still made, but Shen An is more calm.

There are many people who come to buy pot stickers. Shen An even saw two new splashes.

He just glanced at it, then bowed his head and continued to work.

Then ...

He slowly raised his head, then glanced at the two sloppy skins, screaming Bao Zheng in his heart.

——Is it upright?

——What's undercover, it sounds like a bad thing.

——The old man has time to teach you how to be a man!

What kind of **** is clearly a man!

Shen An swears that one of the two sloppy skins was the little official who came to talk that day, and also called the inspector to threaten himself.

This undercover is not professional!

The little clerk Pippi slowly lined up to the front, losing the face of the pippins who never lined up.

"Bao Gong asked if you would like to be an official. If you want, you can take the exam in the future."

The old guy still wants to flicker me!

Shen An shook her head and whispered: "The true and false you pretend, Bao Baozheng will definitely make you get out."

"What should I do?"

"Intimate, it is best to sleep together for a while."

The little man was a little flustered, and took the pot stickers and left without even paying.

Shen An saw him leaving with the really sloppy hook, and gave up the recourse after thinking about it.

I hope you will not bend.

He was busy in the front, Guoguo sat in the back and painted red, and occasionally glanced at the prosperity outside.

Huahua sits in front of Guoguo and takes a nap, and finally sleeps on Guoguo's shoe.

After Shen An closed, a man shrugged and walked over.

"What are you doing?"

Shen An had an impression of this man, and he ran alongside him that night.

So he and Yan Yuese.

The man glanced at Guoguo, who was packing his pen and paper at the back, and said embarrassedly, "Shen An, mine ... I ..."

People can't say anything, it means that this person is okay.

People's words are like what you should do, this person has seen a lot in Shen An's previous life.

So he smiled and said, "But is it in trouble?"

The man looked away and whispered: "My chicken can't sell ..."

This is for help.

Shen An hesitated, but then smiled and said, "I'll go and see."

The man was overjoyed, Shen An called Guo Guo, and the family of three went to the man's stall.

"My chicken is steamed, but it tastes nothing like a big restaurant, so no one eats it."

One stall is a larger stove with a copper pot on it and a steamer on it.

The man opened the steamer, and a smell came out.

Gradually surrounded by people, everyone smelled this taste, some people said: "You are chicken taste, and there is no difference between cooking it yourself, why should others buy it?"

This is a big problem. The man smiled bitterly: "I haven't done any work, so I want to try it out, so that I can support my family, but I can't see anyone but my craft ...

There was a sigh around, but no one's craftsmanship was in vain. It taught the apprentices to starve to death, this is the eternal truth.

The man listened with a sigh and looked pale: "Forget it, I'll go back to the dock to carry my life."

"Come a chicken leg!"

Shen An put down the burden and Guoguo stood beside him holding Huahua.

The man nodded and said, "Anyway, I can't sell it, but it doesn't taste good. Shen An, you are more forgiving."

There are five chickens in the steamer, and he came out with a whole set of them ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ laughed: "Not enough."

Good, people are also atmospheric.

Shen An set up the small table and small chair, and then tore Guoguo a wing, said: "Do not eat a lot, otherwise you will eat."

Guoguo gave a sweet smile, and then asked, "Brother, what about flowers?"

The puppy looked up at Shen An on the side, his tail swaying like a windmill.

Shen An apologized to the man: "My sister likes this puppy, she eats whatever she eats."

The man nodded with a smile.

This year, food is precious. Ordinary people take chickens to feed dogs, and they will be scolded.

Shen An tore a little chicken breast to Huahua, and the puppy immediately tore up and looked at something fierce.

"Good dog!"

Someone in the crowd praised it. Shen An nodded when he saw that he was a teenager.

"What kind of chicken do you want to taste?"

Shen An was eating chicken drumsticks and asked, seemingly casually.

The man was also desperate, and said inadvertently, "I will steam the chicken, and the rest of my family will not eat it."

This is a man without the talent of a chef.

An old man coughed and said, "You ... the old man lived long, and I have seen many young people like you who are full of hope, but only later ... I have changed my career. All good, as long as they can support their wives and children. "

The man nodded and said, "Yes, tomorrow I will go to the pier to see."

The old man applauded: "Bianliang is a capital city, and everyone is needed, so if you don't work, you can change one and you can always live."

Shen An had already eaten chicken legs. He wiped his hands with a towel and said, "Then let's make steamed chicken."

Uh……

Instantly became quiet around.