My wife is my pen pal

This tea is also exquisite.

First, there must be high-quality water for making tea, second, there must be good utensils, and third, there must be a comfortable environment.

Cheng Yuan only knew so much, and it was just a little knowledge he learned from the tea ceremony he took as an elective course in college.

Cheng Yuan’s own tea is not good or bad. He just thinks it’s delicious, so it’s probably not bad. The tea culture is extensive and profound. The ancients discussed a lot about the quality of tea, and the opinions are completely different. This is also the case in the Great Yan Dynasty. .

Cheng Yuan looked out the window, which faced the street, and the breeze was not dry.

"Huh"?Cheng Yuan found a very familiar figure.

It's her, the girl who buys food in "Wufangzhai".

It’s no wonder that Cheng Yuan was impressed, it’s because the other party is too temperamental, covered with a veil, can’t see his face clearly, revealing a sense of mystery, and the temperament exuded all over his body, which makes people feel relieved even in this sunny weather , bringing a touch of coolness.

Her eyes followed the other person closely, hot enough to beat the high temperature, He Wenwan felt a gaze fixed on her, but she didn't find it when she looked back, was she suspicious?

He Wenwan went out of the house yesterday, but today, by a strange coincidence, he stepped out of the room again, causing He Wenwan's elder brother to pretend to cry excitedly. Why was it a fake? He Wenwan saw through it because it was too fake.He Wenwan was too quiet, and He Jiancheng felt that the girl was not as cute as when he was a child. He would rather read and write than pay attention to his brother.

Xiaolan is the person who can most notice the change of the lady. Since yesterday, the lady has become sentimental and often in a daze. She likes to read books the most, but Xiaolan finds that her lady hasn't turned a page for a long time, and she can stay in the same position for the whole morning. And after lunch, I didn't underestimate it. You must know that this is the habit of the young lady, and she has to go out in the sun, so she can't figure it out.

It was the first time that Cheng Yuan was curious about a person, and he strongly wanted to lift the veil of the other person to see his face. It was such a coincidence that Cheng Yuan saw the other person at both ends in a row. Quite a pity, looking away, this tea is actually sweeter than before.

He Wenwan was attracted by the crowd of onlookers, why so many people gathered together today.

Xiaolan also couldn't bear to be curious, and said: "Miss, wait here, I'll go and see what happened." After speaking, she hurried into the crowd without waiting for He Wenwan's answer.

He Wenwan didn't like to join in the fun, and wanted to leave, but this Xiaolan was curious, so she let her go, standing aside and waiting, surrounded by a few young masters who were about to move, shaking folding fans, wearing jade around their waists, and wanted to go forward to talk to He Wenwan, He Wenwan knew their purpose and moved to the other side. They were just a group of young masters who only knew how to have fun.

Xiaolan appeared in time and said: "Miss, this store has a letter station. If you write whatever you want and hand it to the letter station, you can find your own pen pal and write letters to each other. Hey miss, what does a pen pal mean? "?Xiaolan told He Wenwan what she saw. In fact, she didn't know any words. When she squeezed into the crowd, she heard what the people next to her said.

How gentle and thoughtful, pen pal?It's interesting, I've been bored lately, but try it, thinking about it, I walked towards home, the sun was too hot, my whole body was sticky, my eyes turned to the so-called young master, hmph, don't meet that pen pal It's really bad luck for these people.

Brother Young Master, who was caught by a glance, froze all over, and a trace of coolness rushed from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

Half an hour later, when Cheng Yuan passed the tea break and the shopkeeper came to call Cheng Yuan, she slowly got up and went to the back kitchen.

The cook is cutting noodles and strips, heating up the pot, and a small servant is helping to burn firewood. There are four people crowded in the small kitchen, all staring at the cook. There is no doubt that this is Shaqima who is full of expectations.

Shaqima is like fried noodles and does not accept rebuttals.

Put the noodles in the pot, roll them in the pot, swell, turn from white to yellow, the chef is experienced, there is no flocculation, neither fast nor slow, but the movement is clean and neat, quickly pick up the fried noodles until golden, control the oil, saccharify, add the noodles and turn over It only takes a moment to mix it, and when it is pressed into the wooden box mold, everyone realizes that the golden transparent syrup is mixed with black sesame to wrap the golden noodles. The sweetness of sugar and the aroma of black sesame are mixed together to make the fragrance Take it to the next level.

With a smile in the corner of the cook's eyes, it was a success.

The process of waiting for the cooling down was so long, staring at Shaqima, but no one spoke.

A small guy from outside ran in, breaking the silence.

"The shopkeeper, a customer outside asked, what makes it so fragrant."

It turned out that the aroma wafted from the back kitchen to the hall.

"Master, look, how is the price of this Shaqima?" Shopkeeper Hu asked Cheng Yuan.

"Uncle Hu, you have more experience than me, so you can decide." Cheng Yuan didn't have a thorough understanding of the prices here, so he didn't dare to speak casually.

When shopkeeper Hu heard this, his heart warmed up. This is trusting the old man, and he went to the front hall with a happy face.

After shopkeeper Hu appeased the guests in the front hall, he promised to send a copy of today's special snack Shaqima to each table, and wrote a notice that today's snack Shaqima is free, and posted it outside the door. Of course, this was taught by Cheng Yuan. If you advertise first, you won't lose money. Shopkeeper Hu thought it was reasonable, so he followed Cheng Yuan's advice.

The guest was happy to get a free meal, and just now he smelled a strange fragrance.

People passing by saw the teahouse giving away free food, and they all flocked in, and they all wanted to take part in the free lunch.

In an instant, the hall was filled with seats, and those who were a little decent sat in the private room. Seeing so many people, shopkeeper Hu subconsciously wondered how many Shaqima would be given away, but since the master was gone, there was no such scene appeared.

"Young master, young master, the seats are all full, and they are all waiting for our food delivery." A waiter came running outside to pass the message.

As Cheng Yuan expected, if you ask for money to buy, some people may not be willing to try it.

Shaqima is also cooled, unmoulded and poured on the chopping board, cut into small cubes, and put four small pieces on a plate, no more, no less.

The cook cut Shaqima, Cheng Yuan helped to pack the dishes, the waiters delivered them quickly, and the shopkeeper waited in the lobby.

The golden Shaqima was placed on a white plate and delivered to the guests one by one. The waiting guests were too embarrassed to sit, and the cuttings were not expensive, so they ordered tea and waited.

A plate of Shaqima was sent out, and the guests who got it saw this kind of food for the first time, and they were neatly arranged. They didn't know what to do for a while, so they picked up a small piece, gently bit off a little corner, and the taste was sweet. But not greasy, with the fragrance of sesame seeds, the taste is strong, the taste is cotton sweet and soft, the taste is excellent, and you are reluctant to bite.

The one next to him looked greedy and salivated, so he could only drink tea wildly, ordering pot after pot.

The back kitchen is also very busy. A guy took over the work of the cook. The cook’s speed is as fast as another pot of noodles to ferment. I really can’t wait for the fermentation time. Take it to a place with sunshine outside to ferment, and the time is shortened by one-third. one.

Cheng Yuan seriously felt that there was not enough manpower, and it would be okay if he was so busy in the future.

Several hours passed, the noodles were kneaded several times, and finally stopped, because the kitchen was short of sugar, Cheng Yuan thought that it should be here today, the ones that have been eaten will come again, and the ones that have not been eaten will come next time, it is really too tiring up.

People who didn’t get Shaqima in the front hall were naturally upset, but shopkeeper Hu sent a pot of herbal tea alone, and everyone was able to calm down. The free tea was not bad, but it’s a pity that Shaqima’s food looks so delicious Yes, I will try it next time, this is the voice of those who are not late to Shaqima.

And the ones I have eaten are not satisfying. Why, of course, it is because there is not enough food. No matter how slow the food is, the portion is too small. Many people said that they can buy it with money, but the shopkeeper Hu said that there is no more, next time as soon as possible.

(About Shaqima, it is a famous dish in the court of the Qing and Ming Dynasty. It was passed down by the Chinese ethnic minorities. Its original name is Saqima. It is translated from Manchu, and it is willing to be "milk dog dipped in sugar")