I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

The kind of drama that the high-speed rail envisaged did not happen, and Yin Xuan, half asleep, called the three of them to set up the breakfast shop, and then moved out the dough that had been raised.

Now the Wang family has been able to completely take over the breakfast stall.

Yin Xuan handed it to his mother, turned around and lay back on the counter, staring, because he was really tired after being smashed by potatoes all night last night.

Not many people come to eat noodles in the morning.

Most of them still come to line up early and want to eat fried dough sticks and steamed buns.

Of course, there are new surprises in the new year. In addition to fried dough sticks and buns, there is also a drink called soy milk.

People in Datang are no strangers to soy milk. Soy milk has appeared as early as the Han Dynasty.

But they are not without drinking.

But the food produced by the restaurant is different, it doesn't have that beany smell, and the mouth is still silky, only a faint fragrance.

The most important thing is that the price is not expensive, a penny for a bowl, and two spoons of sugar can be added if you have a sweet tooth.

Cheng Yaojin and the others felt aggrieved and wanted to drink soy milk, but they couldn't take away the bowls from restaurants. Mrs. Wang said that if they want to drink soy milk in the future, they should bring their own bowls or cups.

They could only look at the soy milk pitifully, and sighed. After buying fried dough sticks and steamed buns, they left in a hurry.

As soon as the Shangyuan Festival is over, there are more guests.

Gao Tie and Yi Xin rushed to clean up the restaurant.

The cook of Mingyuelou stared blankly at the back. He was getting old and couldn't compare with these young people, and he couldn't compete with them for jobs.If he wants to do something, those two people can always be one step ahead of him.

Li Lizhi and Li Shu hopped over and talked to Yin Xuan about what they saw at the lantern festival yesterday.

Yin Lulu also agreed with one or the other.

Yin Xuan supported his head, nodded, and said "yes yes yes".

Li Lizhi knew that Yin Xuan was perfunctory to herself, but she still spoke enthusiastically. She couldn't hide the joy in her heart and wanted to share it with Yin Xuan.

It's not even noon yet.

Wu Youdao came over with a scroll in his hand, put it in Yin Xuan's hand, cupped his hands and said softly: "Shopkeeper, I will write the poem you wrote yesterday!"

Yin Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously glanced at Li Lizhi.

Finished!

Is this group of people suffering from some serious illness? It’s fine to keep a copy of it privately. Why do you have to send it to yourself? Pens, inks, papers and inkstones don’t cost money, do they?
Hearing Wu Youdao's words, Li Lizhi's eyes lit up instantly, she glanced at Yin Xuan, and reached out to take the scroll.

Undo the strap and give it a slight push.

The text inside is revealed.

Li Lizhi fell in love with only seeing the five words "Flower Street Lamps Like Day". Compared with the previous two songs, she prefers this delicate and graceful song.

But seeing the last sentence, Li Lizhi's smile froze on her face.

Ok?
Miss last year?
During the Lantern Festival last year, I didn't even know Brother Zhengyang, not to mention myself, even my younger sister, Li Yingzi and Jiu'er didn't know Brother Zhengyang.

Which family's little fox is it?
Yin Xuan noticed the changing expressions of the little girls, and sighed softly. What he is worst at is coaxing girls.

"Shopkeeper, what do you think?" Wu Youdao looked expectant, as if he was waiting for Yin Xuan's compliment.

Yin Xuan nodded: "That's right, it must have cost you a lot of thought."

Wu Youdao smiled shyly and scratched the back of his head: "It's okay, the store's poems are worth it."

Yin Xuan knocked on the table and smiled slightly: "I don't know how the Fu is written?"

Wu Youdao's face froze.

Last night, he was thinking about how to write a good calligraphy.As for the No. [-] Fu in the World?That is, the ideas that were pondered at yesterday's poetry meeting.

Created a folder, but there is nothing in it yet.

Yin Xuan stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Come on, I'm looking forward to what kind of prose you will write."

expect?

The store expects something written by itself?

This made Wu Youdao's complexion slightly flushed, and he nodded excitedly: "Shopkeeper, don't worry, I will definitely write a Fu that is worthy of being on the first floor of the world!"

Yin Xuan nodded: "Come on!"

Then turned around and walked into the backyard very naturally.

Li Lizhi raised her hand and pinched Yin Lulu's cheek, with a serious expression on her face: "During the Lantern Festival last year, which girl did brother Zhengyang go to see the lantern together?"

Yin Lulu looked bewildered, and muttered, "Last year, my brother didn't go to see the lanterns last year."

Last year the family was still struggling with what to eat for their next meal.

How can there be that leisurely mind.

"Then, does brother Zhengyang have any good friends?" Li Lizhi asked again.

Yin Lulu grunted and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, what's going on, although the three sisters were all smiling, how could they give her a terrible feeling.

She shook her head: "No, my brother has been studying hard all the time, so he didn't flirt with other sisters!"

Li Lizhi rubbed Yin Lulu's small face, then looked down at the poem.

As Yin Xuan's younger sister, Yin Lulu's words are still credible.

But since there were no little girls before, who was this poem written for?It must not be written for people like myself.

In the backyard, Yin Xuan took a sneak peek and tilted his head back.

Sure enough, such things as writing poems should be done less in the future.

Otherwise, I don't know what kind of weird things these people will come up with - just like today.

Yin Xuan came out from the backyard when the high-speed rail was yelling and another guest came.

Several little girls are still studying this matter.

Just couldn't get a result.

After that storm, they were too embarrassed to take this poem to ask Yin Xuan again, so they simply buried themselves in the paper, and let the bigger doubts replace the current doubts, and there would be no problems.

The days that followed were uneventful.

Although he still holds the permission to unlock ingredients, and level [-] has unlocked several new ingredients, Yin Xuan is not in a hurry to introduce new dishes.

He is still not well adapted to the daily practice.

One week after the Lantern Festival.

One day at noon, a carpenter in the workshop came over and cupped his hands towards Yin Xuan: "Shopkeeper, your yard has been decorated according to your instructions."

Yin Xuan's eyes lit up.

It's good.

It was said that it could be finished in winter, but it was postponed until the year before, but the house was still a little underwhelming in the past year, but now the new year has passed, and it is finally completed.

Yin Xuan thanked the carpenters and asked them to have lunch.

When it was close to closing at night, Yin Xuan was ready to leave to see his house.