The married husband is a grandfather

"Guest officer, please come inside."

The waiter warmly received Song Qingye. Although the man in front of him was dressed in civilian clothes, he had an outstanding appearance, and the waiter did not dare to neglect him.

Song Qingye took a look at the layout of the restaurant, and really put a lot of thought into it.

"Is your boss here?"

The waiter thought he didn't order anything, so he wanted to find the shopkeeper, but he just offended him somewhere.

"Young master, our boss is resting in the back. If you think something is wrong, you can tell me the same."

Song Qingye shook his head, "You can't decide."

At this time, a middle-aged man passed by with an abacus, and the shop waiter seemed to see a savior, and hurriedly called to the other party, "Shopkeeper, this young master wants to see the boss."

The shopkeeper looked Song Qingye up and down, and when his eyes fell on his face, his eyes widened slightly, but he was not as shocked as the others.

"Young master, I am the shopkeeper here, what can you tell me?"

"Can you do it master?"

The shopkeeper nodded, "The big ones can't be done, but the small ones can."

Song Qingye raised the corner of his mouth when he heard the words, and said, "I have a business here and want to do it with your store."

The shopkeeper frowned, if it wasn't for the other party's excellent appearance and temperament, he must have thought that the other party was here to make trouble.

Song Qingye saw the other party's hesitation, and he didn't force it. He suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, "Since your store has no intentions, I don't force it. They say that Jinquelou is the second best restaurant in this town. No wonder it is the second best restaurant in this town. Two good."

As he said that, he strode out in a cool and unrestrained way. The shopkeeper was startled, hesitantly not knowing what to do.

"Young master, please stay."

A clear voice sounded from behind Song Qingye. Song Qingye turned around and saw that the person was wearing a blue robe, tall and tall, with a jade belt around his waist.

"Master."

The shopkeeper bowed to the man. It turned out that this was the owner of the Canary Tower. He didn't look old, but he was young and promising.

"Just now, my servant offended the young master. Please excuse me for improper discipline. Please forgive me, young master. Can you show me your face?"

Song Qingye naturally appreciated his face, and followed the other party into the room.

"I, Wen Tingchun, don't know your son's name."

"Song Qingye."

Wen Tingchun laughed brightly: "Good name, I don't know what business Mr. Song wants to do with you?"

The shopkeeper personally served the tea and brought the cakes. The tea was light and elegant, and it wafted into Song Qingye's nose. He took a shallow sip, his mouth lingering.

Wen Tingchun looked at his expression and said: "If Mr. Song likes it, you might as well take some away."

Song Qingye thought to himself, I haven't done business with you, you want to do my business, you really deserve to be the owner of the Golden Sparrow Tower, but it's a pity that Song Qingye will get the wrong idea, they mean to give it to him for free.

Song Qingye didn't answer the question, but took out a clay pot from the bag, "Can you bring some spoons and plates?"

Wen Tingchun nodded to Xiao Er, and the second hand was quickly delivered.

Wen Tingchun's tableware here is all carefully fired porcelain, simple and elegant, with a lustrous glaze. Song Qingye scooped up a spoonful of cherry sauce and put it on an exquisite plate. A sweet smell wafted in the air.

The sparkling and attractive cherry sauce looks exquisite and delicious when paired with elegant dishes.

"Boss Wen, try it?"

Wen Tingchun didn't know what it was, but it just looked like a thumbs up, and he loved sweets since he was a child, so it was hard to resist this temptation.

Wen Tingchun took a sip and looked at Song Qingye in surprise, "Is this a cherry?"

Song Qingye curled his lips and nodded.

"Yes, it's cherry jam."

Unknowingly, Wen Tingchun ate up the plate of cherry sauce, and was so greedy that he still wanted to eat it.

Song Qingye said in a timely manner: "Cherry sauce has the effect of beautifying and beautifying women, and it also has the effects of promoting body fluids and quenching thirst, appetizing and invigorating the spleen. The most important thing is that it is sweet and delicious. Not only children and women like it, but even men can eat a few mouthfuls. "

Wen Tingchun didn't expect this little cherry sauce to have such an effect, and he really liked the taste, so he said to Song Qingye, "I wonder how much Mr. Song can provide?"

Song Qingye shook his head, "I'm too busy myself, if Boss Wen makes an offer, I'll sell you the recipe."

Wen Tingchun saw that Song Qingye was young, but his mind was very clear, so he couldn't help but look up.

"What do you think of the 20 taels?"

Before Song Qingye could open his mouth, Wen Tingchun said, "The cherries are also in season, and we can't do them after the season is over."

Song Qingye shook his head and said, "Boss Wen, the truth is the same. The season of cherries has passed. Isn't it still possible to make bayberry sauce and orange sauce?"

Wen Tingchun said dumbly, "30 taels, no more."

Song Qingye raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Deal."

The two signed the document, and Wen Tingchun pressed his thumbprint and said, "You can't sell this prescription to others. If I know about it, we'll only see the yamen."

Song Qingye also pressed his fingerprints and said to Wen Tingchun: "That's natural, but I can figure it out, and it's inevitable that others may also figure it out. If it turns out that it has nothing to do with me, Boss Wen can't be blamed on me."

Wen Tingchun smiled and said, "That's natural."

"Can I borrow calligraphy?"

"Why not." Wen Tingchun handed the pen to Song Qingye.

Song Qingye took the brush, finished writing in a moment, and handed it to Wen Tingchun, "This is a recipe from me as a gift. The recipe is very simple. It is similar to the recipe of cherry sauce, but the taste is different. If it is chilled Tastes better."

Wen Tingchun was overjoyed. Looking carefully, Song Qingye's handwriting was very majestic. It didn't look like a brother's handwriting at all, but it had a bit of chilling meaning.

"Thank you. If Mr. Song thinks of something good in the future, you must remember it."

Speaking of which, Wen Tingchun took off the jade pendant around his waist and handed it to Song Qingye, "Young Master Song will come to me with this in the future."

The shopkeeper saw it, and quickly stopped his boss, "My boss, you can't do it, the jade pendant is a private property, if you give it to a brother like this, it will bring trouble to Mr. Song."

Wen Tingchun suddenly realized, and embarrassedly apologized to Song Qingye, "I'm sorry, I'm messing with Meng Lang."

Song Qingye waved his hand and said with a smile: "Boss Wen, don't worry, I'm not a brother."

Wen Tingchun and the shopkeeper were shocked at the same time, "What?"

Song Qingye was a little speechless, since he came to this world, no one has recognized his gender correctly.

"I'm really not a brother. My family is like this. I grow up relatively late. It will be fine in a few years."

Wen Tingchun and the shopkeeper nodded in understanding, "I see."

Song Qingye came out of the Golden Sparrow Tower, carrying some tea leaves that Wen Tingchun sent as a gift, and there was not much packed snacks on the table, he planned to go shopping.

"Boss, you are too kind to this Mr. Song, and the other party is not a brother, the master and wife will not agree."

The shopkeeper was chattering beside Wen Tingchun.

Wen Tingchun sat on the imperial concubine chair and drank tea leisurely. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth raised, "He is a wonderful person, but unfortunately he is a man. I think he will bring me new surprises next time."

Hearing the words, the shopkeeper thought that his boss was really optimistic about Mr. Song, but as long as his boss didn't care about the man, otherwise he would have no way to explain to the master and wife.

Song Qingye went shopping around and bought salted brine. He planned to make tofu, but happened to meet a seller of peppercorns, and bought some peppercorns, which happened to be suitable for making mapo tofu.

Song Qingye went into the clothing store and bought two sets of clothes for himself. The fabrics were not too good. After all, he was in the village every day and had to help with work, so he couldn't help but wear fabrics that were too good.

But the inner garment she wore was made of fine cotton silk, so it was natural to wear it comfortably.Of course, he didn't forget to buy clothes for Chu Yu's family. He glanced at the shoes here. They were single and rigid, and an idea suddenly popped up.

Song Qingye bought two more bolts of fabric, totaling one tael of silver.

Song Qingye walked east and west, and finally planned to find Chu Da. Passing by the place where he bought livestock, he saw a sickly cow. The cow's belly was a bit big, and it should be pregnant with a calf.

Song Qingye pondered for a moment, then walked over.

"This little brother wants to buy a cow? I have nothing bad to say about the cattle from Zhang San's family."

There is a big mole at the corner of Zhang San's mouth, and when he speaks, he is vulgar and vulgar. In fact, no brother or woman is willing to come to his house to buy cattle.

"Is your cow sick?"

Hearing this, Zhang San turned out to be interested in this dying cow, and waved his hands embarrassingly, "This cow won't survive, I originally planned to close the stall and send it to be slaughtered, but it's a pity for the cow in its stomach. "

Song Qingye touched the cow, and the cow mooed at him twice, with mist still in its eyes.

"I think this cow is destined for me, so I bought it."

Zhang Sanyi suddenly stood up from the stool, "I told you, this cow is dying, do you really want to buy it?"

Song Qingye nodded, "Well, I won't trouble you."

Zhang San didn't want to turn around, so he said straightforwardly: "In this case, I will sell this cow to you for two taels of silver."

Song Qingye felt that the price was reasonable, so he bought it.

As soon as Song Qingye walked out with the cow, he ran into Chu Da. Seeing that he was leading a cow, Chu Da ran over in surprise, "Qingye, did you buy it?"

"Well, it still has a calf in its stomach, and the buyer said it would be sent to be slaughtered."

Chu Da could tell at a glance that the cow was sick, and after hearing what Song Qingye said, he thought Song Qingye had good intentions and didn't blame him.

Chu Da patted the cow's head, "Meeting Qing Ye is your luck, let's go back."

"Well, Dad, we bought a lot of things, and we bought another cow. I'm afraid it's inconvenient to go with Uncle Shuigen and the others."

Chu Da nodded, thinking of the money sold today, a smile appeared on his face, "Okay, let's hire a car to go back."

While Chu Da was going to take care of the cattle cart, Song Qingye quietly gave the cow some spiritual spring. its head.

"Okay, follow me in the future and you won't let you and your children be slaughtered."

"moo"