The little husband of the sick prince's family

After returning from the town, Zou Yun and Qi Lin went straight to the village chief's house...

Under the mountain peaks is a quiet blue-tiled house, with strings of golden dried corn hanging under the eaves, gently shaking up and down with the breeze, and the positive red couplets pasted on both sides of the wooden door follow the The color has faded slightly with the passage of time, and there is a huge stone mill on the east side of the yard, which is the main tool for the villagers to grind tofu and make bean curd.

Zou Yun pointed to the "luxury house" in front of him and said enviously: "Brother Lin, when our shop makes money, we will also renovate the mud house and make it look like the village head's house. We can also build a flowing pond and plant lotus in the yard. Raise some koi, and in summer, you can lie under the grape trellis, eat watermelon, and enjoy the beautiful scenery."

Qi Lin tilted his head and nodded, looked at someone who was shaking his hand excitedly and said softly: "It's all up to you."

There was a burst of itching in the palm of his hand, he lifted his eyelids, and saw that the little husband was scratching his palm with his little fingertips with his head down, his eyes were crooked, and he was smiling like a kitten who was stealing. .

"Brother Yun, Qi Xiucai, what are you doing at the door, come in quickly." The two turned around, and saw the village head carrying a hoe covered in dirt on his shoulders, and a dark blue wet cloth draped around his neck. Behind him was a strong young man, probably his son. From the looks of the two of them, it was obvious that they had just returned from working in the fields.

"Village chief, we're here to discuss with you the problem of surplus sweet potatoes in the village." Zou Yunjian replied bluntly, probably because the store's problem had been solved, and his tone was raised, obviously excited.

"Okay, come in quickly." The village chief laughed. He thought it would take a few days for this matter to come to fruition, but he didn't expect the two to be so efficient.

Inside the house, Zou Yun roughly explained his thoughts to the village head. The village head pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up and said: "Good idea, I will knock on the door tomorrow and tell anyone who wants to do it. If you don't want to find it yourself A way out. It’s just that this production method, Brother Yun, are you really willing to pass it on to everyone?”

It’s no wonder that the village chief treats a gentleman’s belly with a villain’s heart. Normal people have a way to make a fortune, but they always hide it from outsiders. How many people can share it generously with outsiders?

Zou Yun nodded and handed a piece of rice paper to the village head, which was densely written with the method of making vermicelli: "At that time, those who are willing to do it can go to Fang Carpenter's house to buy a wiper to grind sweet potatoes. After the shop opens, we will buy it from the village one after another. Sweet potato flour."

"Good! Good!" The village chief rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Brother Yun, Qi Xiucai, you have really done the village a big favor this time! Stay for a meal and try your aunt's handicrafts. "

"Village Chief, there's no need. Brother Ning is still waiting for us at home."

"Brother Ning, I haven't seen him for a long time, next time I ask him to come over and let me take a look. In this case, you go back first. Don't worry him." The old village chief said with a smile.

……

In order to celebrate the perfect resolution of the matter, Zou Yun planned to make a good meal tonight and reward everyone, so he mercilessly drove out Qi Lin and Brother Ning who wanted to help.

The wooden door of the kitchen was closed with a "bang", leaving only two people staring at the door.

"Brother Yun, do you really not want our help? Can you do it alone?" Ning Geer asked.He swallowed with anticipation, wondering what delicious food Brother Yun will make tonight, is it the fried sweet potato balls from last time or Sixi balls?

in the kitchen.

Zou Yun sliced ​​the washed lotus root slices, potatoes, pumpkins, etc. and put them on the plate. The meat that could be found in ancient times was not as abundant as in modern times. It took Zou Yun a lot of effort to find in the market: pork, The duck intestines and county liver that people don't want from the market...

"001, exchange for two servings of hot pot base." In this era, it is illegal to slaughter farm cattle, so it is difficult to buy a portion of butter on the market to make hot pot base. Zou Yun can only start with 001. As for beef I dare not think about rolls and mutton rolls, the source is hard to explain.

"Dididi, Dididi, the hot pot base has been exchanged, 3 points have been deducted, and your current remaining points are 50 points."

Although it hurts a bit, the corners of Zou Yun's mouth turned up again when he thought of having a hot pot tonight. He quickly tore off the plastic film, and after melting the butter in hot water, he shouted: "001, Recycle the plastic film into a small warehouse."

This small warehouse is a small storage space that Zou Yun spent 5 points to get, and it is dedicated to storing these non-recyclable garbage from modern times.

After the preparations were completed, Zou Yun came indoors with the copper pot.

"Brother Yun, how do you eat this?" Facing a large table of raw food and a copper pot in the middle of the table, Ning Geer bit his chopsticks and looked at Zou Yun blankly.

Qi Lin also raised his eyelids and stared at him, obviously this way of eating was very strange to them.

It’s rare that Brother Lin doesn’t know anything, so Zou Yun raised one eyebrow and stood up enthusiastically to demonstrate for the two of them: “If you boil the duck intestines, you can eat them when they are rolled up. I’ll throw in other dishes later. Once it’s cooked, you can pick it directly.”

The three of them ate this meal vividly. Zou Yun leaned on the chair with his chubby belly and squinted his glasses comfortably. Red oil, like a little milk cat with a painted face, Qi Lin's pale lips all year round were also stained with crimson.

"Brother Yun, you are so amazing that you can come up with so many delicious things." After speaking, Ning Ge'er involuntarily pinched his now plump cheeks. It has only been a long time, and he has gained weight much better.

……

The next day, Zou Yun pushed the trolley and was going to set up a stall in Xu Alley to sell hot and sour noodles for the last time.

While attracting new customers, don't forget old customers! ! !At that time, they will need to help promote it.

"Little Boss, you are finally here!" Zou Yun just appeared in Xu Alley, when a returning customer hurried over with an anxious expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zou Yun asked suspiciously.

"Little boss, Sister Liu and the noodle stall owner took advantage of your absence in the past few days and set up a stall on the street to sell hot and sour noodles, which is a penny cheaper than you. Recently, many people have bought from him." Li Dali said angrily.

"However, little boss, don't worry, their taste is not as good as yours. It's not spicy at all, sour, tasteless and chewy, and the minced meat is not willing to let it go. I don't want to eat it again after eating it once. It's still small Boss, your cooking is the best!" Li Dali patted his chest to assure him.