The Little Lucky Girl

Just now in the kitchen, she had asked about the origin of the food, but the child refused to say anything and only told her that a particularly kind old grandfather taught him.

She wanted to go and thank the old man, but Ming Youyou said they couldn't find him.

"How about this," she asked nervously, "I'll just say I learned how to make this steamed bun from an old man in a dream?"

Luo Xiucai thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want to use your master's name to comfort Uncle Zhang?"

Miss Zhang nodded and asked Ming Youyou in a pleading tone, "Is it okay?"

She said, "Don't worry, I'll give you a share of the food later. I'll set up a longevity tablet for your master and burn incense every morning and evening." She choked up and said, "I just want my father to be at ease. You don't know how much this worries him..."

Ming Youyou had already contacted Old Master Sun. She patted Miss Zhang on the shoulder and said, "Just do as you wish. Grandpa Sun said before that he doesn't care about these things. If you are willing, you can pass on this skill to ten people other than your family members. That will be your reward."

Miss Zhang was so moved that she said, "Don't worry, I will do my best to pass on this craft in the future and will not let it be lost."

She suddenly stopped talking and asked hesitantly, "You just said that the old man's surname was Sun?"

Seeing Ming Youyou nodded, Miss Zhang widened her eyes and said, "What a coincidence, my father's master's surname is Sun."

"My father seemed to have said that Master Sun had a son who was captured by the rebel army and forced to serve as a soldier. Do you think this old man is that master?"

She turned around in a circle excitedly, "Do you think my dad would be very happy if I told him?"

Luo Xiucai hurriedly stopped the overly excited Miss Zhang and said, "Don't talk nonsense about this. What if Uncle Zhang wants to go look for his master's son again? Wouldn't it be like getting rid of one obsession and then adding another one?"

Miss Zhang calmed down instantly. Zheng Huan and the others breathed a sigh of relief and quietly stepped back to give space to the two of them.

After a while, the two men came out and thanked them together, "You really helped us a lot."

Several people hurriedly returned the greetings. Feng Xu and the others asked Luo Xiucai with a smile, "Then if Brother Luo goes to propose marriage again, it should be successful, right?"

Luo Xiucai's face turned bitter. "It's hard to say. I think Uncle Zhang still doesn't trust me."

He has not been idle these days. He has mobilized many relatives and friends to ask around and has found out some of Zhang Bo's thoughts.

"He is afraid that Qi Da is not a good match," Luo Xiucai added when he saw Ming Youyou's puzzled expression, "which means that they are not a good match."

Oh, Ming Youyou understood, "Uncle Zhang thinks you are poor."

No matter how much money Mr. Luo makes from his storytelling books, it is not every day, and his business is still not as profitable as that of the mutton soup restaurant.

Zheng Huan and the others laughed, "I'm afraid it's the opposite of what you think. Uncle Zhang probably thinks Brother Luo is a scholar and is afraid that he will abandon his wife and children when he becomes successful in the future."

After all, Mr. Luo is quite knowledgeable, and it is possible that he will become an official in the future.

"Then will you?" Ming Youyou said angrily, running to Miss Zhang, "Don't be afraid, if he dares to change his mind, we will find everyone in the village, if not the whole county, to scold him."

Feng Xu said, "It's useless for you to say this. If Brother Luo really became an official, he wouldn't live here. He might even go to the capital. What's the point of your county scolding him?"

Luo Xiucai lowered his head and said, "I think Uncle Zhang thinks the same way."

"In fact, I am not interested in officialdom, nor am I necessarily cut out for it. I just like to write storybooks and drink a bowl of mutton soup when I'm hungry. You don't know, sometimes I can't write anymore, but after drinking a bowl of mutton soup, somehow my inspiration comes to me..."

Ming Youyou asked in confusion: "So do you like mutton soup or Sister Zhang?"

"Of course it's Miss Zhang," Luo Xiucai said in a low voice embarrassedly, "Only the mutton soup she brought me has this effect, not the one brought by Uncle Zhang."

His face flushed as he looked at Miss Zhang. Once their eyes met, they could no longer look away.

The others just felt goosebumps all over their bodies.

Zheng Huan coughed lightly and said, "Brother Luo, didn't you tell Uncle Zhang about these ideas?"

"No," Luo Xiucai shook his head, "I'm afraid you wouldn't believe it even if I told you."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Or I will go and swear to him that I will never leave Yuqing County in my life. If I betray Miss Zhang's friendship, let everyone in the county stab me in the back."

"Don't do that," Lu Tai said, "There are so many delicious and fun things in this world. If you can't go out, Miss Zhang and your future children won't be able to see them either. That would be such a pity."

When talking about children, Mr. Luo and Miss Zhang's faces turned even redder.

Ming Youyou scratched his head and said, "How about this, you let Uncle Zhang know that there will be people from more places to look after you, and you don't have to stay in our county anymore."

Luo Xiucai smiled bitterly, "Can I let other places, let people all over the world control me?"

"Why not?" The four of them thought of it together. "Write your story into a book and ask a storyteller to tell it more often. Then the whole world will know about it. If you really dare to abandon her, everyone in the world will scold you."

It's a good opportunity to pass on their storybooks as well, hehehe.

Mr. Luo and Miss Zhang were both shocked, "You really are..."

Four people added: "Smart, right?"

"Wise."

"Think long and hard."

"Look ahead."

Ming Youyou saw Luo Xiucai was in a daze at first, then smiled foolishly, and said disdainfully: "Just tell me if this trick will work?"

Luo Xiucai nodded, "I think we can give it a try."

Everyone felt relieved and felt that they were still not full, so they went to the kitchen to get more soup.

"Hey, why does it feel like there is a lot less soup?" Feng Xu said.

"You must have drunk it secretly just now." Zheng Huanlu Tai said.

Feng Xu defended himself, "I just drank one more bowl."

Ming Youyou ran out guiltily. Now half of the soup in the pot is at the research institute.

Mr. Sun took a sip and because some of the seasonings were incomplete, he suggested that Miss Zhang's soup was an improved version and it tasted quite good.

He tasted it carefully again, frowned slightly, then picked up a piece of mutton and started eating. There seemed to be a special fragrance in it.

Alas, this is the bad thing about getting old: the tongue is not as sensitive as when we were young.

"Old Zheng, come and try it."

Old Qin was not happy. "Hey, we are all looking at you eagerly. Don't just call me Old Zheng."

Dean Gu interrupted him, "Stop making trouble, I think Old Sun seems to have discovered something."

Mr. Zheng is the inheritor of the Xiaoyao Hu La Tang school, and he usually uses beef and mutton. He immediately felt the difference when he tasted this.

"The mutton is not smelly or greasy, and is considered top quality. It tastes slightly sweet...it does have a special aroma."

The others also understood and asked, "But the sheep over there are different from ours?"