Great Imperial Merchant

The past few days were very busy, Yang Zhongyuan went to bed early at night, and the medicine Zhou Quanxu took had a calming effect, so the father and son had a good night's sleep until the dawn of the next day.

It wasn't until it was dark outside that Yang Zhongyuan woke up in a daze. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard someone calling his name outside: "Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, wake up."

Yang Zhongyuan rolled around like a carp and sat up, turned his head to see that his father hadn't woken up yet, taking advantage of the faint morning light, he stretched out his hand to pinch the thick wooden stick leaning against the bed, gently lifted the mosquito net and got out of bed.

The front shop and the back house of their house, the courtyard wall in the middle is not too high, someone's voice came so clearly early in the morning, it must be in the courtyard.

But the two doors inside and outside his shop were locked, and if others wanted to come in, they had to climb over the wall.

Yang Zhongyuan frowned, clenched the stick tightly in his hand, opened the door bolt of the side room, pushed open a crack in the door and walked into the courtyard.

At this moment, the sky was slightly brighter, and the thin morning light illuminated the small yard clearly. Yang Zhongyuan rubbed his eyes, but he didn't see anyone standing here at all.

If someone else lived in the house where someone died, he would definitely be trembling with fright, but Yang Zhongyuan was brave enough, so he just frowned and wanted to search around.

At this moment, the voice sounded again: "Xiao Yuan, I'm here!"

The voice was so familiar, Yang Zhongyuan followed the voice, but saw a vague figure waving at him on the wall next to the tea shop, he was suddenly relieved, and said helplessly: "Azhe, you climbed so fast What is Gao doing?"

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Cheng Weizhe's voice was very familiar to Yang Zhongyuan, and he would definitely not admit his mistake.

"Xiao Yuan, aren't you going to open today? Hurry up and get ready." Cheng Weizhe beckoned him over, and said while leaning firmly on the wall.

Yang Zhongyuan was a little puzzled. He moved to the base of the wall and looked up at Cheng Weizhe: "What are you going to prepare? I've already pasted up the signboards. When the food deliverer comes over later, I can cook the soup directly and stand by the door Just yelling."

Cheng Weizhe heard that his tone was taken for granted, and he couldn't help feeling amused: "You, whoever opened the store didn't just beat the gongs and drums, and only when it was lively can attract people to see it. I knew you wouldn't think of this, and I bought the firecrackers for you. Now, the red silk and red flowers hanging under the eaves can be from my shop, and it must be more festive.”

Yang Zhongyuan was stunned, and while the sky was not clear, he blushed secretly.

He only knows that he can sell his stuff if he is good, but he doesn't know the basics of doing business in the market today.Although life in the palace is difficult and complicated, it is also relatively simple.He really didn't know that the shop had to be opened with a lot of trouble.

"Fortunately, I have you. I've been busy these days, so I forgot about this matter." Yang Zhongyuan suppressed the gratitude in his heart, and thanked Cheng Weizhe.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about what we are talking about. You open the shop door quickly, and I will hang the red silk for you." Cheng Weizhe wanted to reach out and beat Yang Zhongyuan's head, but found that the wall was a little high , he couldn't reach it at all.

Yang Zhongyuan gave him a blank look, but he raised his hand and touched his fist with him.Then he ran back to the side room to get the key, and quickly opened the door.

While speaking, Zhou Quanxu also woke up. He put on his robe and went out of the yard, and greeted Cheng Weizhe who was still leaning against the wall with a smile: "Xiao Zhe, you came so early today, thank you for your hard work."

Cheng Weizhe waved his hands with a busy smile: "Uncle Quan is too polite, I rested at the tea shop yesterday, and I haven't woken up for long."

Although he said he was talking to Zhou Quanxu again, his eyes were on Yang Zhongyuan who was opening the door. Seeing that he had already opened the back door of the shop, he hurriedly said: "Uncle Quan will see you later." Then he jumped off the ladder and ran to the front .

Most of the people in Beicheng are ordinary people. They wake up very early in the morning. Those who go to work go to work, and those who go to the outskirts of the city to farm. In short, early morning is the busiest every day. There are several small restaurants in Xueta Lane that do breakfast business. So there is naturally a lot of traffic.

Yang Zhongyuan's small noodle shop is naturally open from morning to night, so it's better to take advantage of the crowded time to put up a sign, and when the guests have tasted Yang Zhongyuan's cooking, they are really not afraid of never coming again.

The reason Cheng Weizhe asked him to get up and open the shop in such a hurry was because he wanted him to prepare it early, and when the guests came, he could have hot noodle soup right away.

At this moment, it was less than Maoshi, and the sky had just faded from the dark night, with some faint light shining through the sky, allowing people to vaguely see the stone road under their feet.

At this time, Xueta Lane was unusually quiet, Yang Zhongyuan opened the heavy front door of the shop, and welcomed Cheng Weizhe, who was holding a large handful of red silk, into the door.

"You didn't come to tell me one day earlier, you woke up early and screamed outside, I really don't know if you are smart or stupid." Yang Zhongyuan talked about him, but quickly took the red silk and hung it with Cheng Weizhe at the four corners of the shop.

Cheng Weizhe smiled, but asked, "Is your soup ready?"

Yang Zhongyuan said: "I boiled it for an hour yesterday afternoon, and it was ready long ago. Later, I added wolfberry, shiitake mushrooms and yam, and I will taste it on the stove in front. The taste must be very fragrant."

He originally wanted to cook the soup for the day, but one needs to get up very early to prepare it, and the other guy who has to deliver live chickens comes early. In this way, he simply boiled the first batch of chicken the afternoon before, and then cooked it in the evening. Just shave the meaty part and cut it into thin shreds, two chickens can make a big pot.On the second day, other ingredients are added, and the chicken skeleton is directly boiled on the stove in front, so that the aroma can not only spread, but also tell the guests that he uses authentic fresh chicken soup, which can really win the word of mouth.

While hanging the red silk with Cheng Weizhe, he babbled about food over and over again. Cheng Weizhe heard it with a smile, and couldn't help sighing a few words in his heart.

This little boy really puts his heart and soul into eating, but he doesn't know anything about opening a shop. He doesn't make any preparations and quietly. Who would know that there is a noodle shop opening here.

Until Mao Shizheng, the two talents at least dressed up an ordinary noodle shop in red, and it was very festive when viewed from a distance. most people's eyes.

The two of them were busy in the front, and Zhou Quanxu was not idle in the backyard. The yam had to be washed and peeled in advance, because he was not sure how many guests there would be, so in line with the principle of preferring more than less, Yang Zhongyuan prepared a small pot .

When the two people in front finished their work, they went back to the backyard to see that Zhou Quanxu had already disposed of all the yams. Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help saying to his father: "Father, I told you that you don't need to do anything. Why are you still so busy? Why are you so tired?" manage."

Zhou Quanxu had a gentle smile. He would always deal with his son. He just said, "Okay, go and prepare the soup. Xiao Zhe has been busy with you all morning. Why don't you cook a bowl of noodles first?"

"Oh, really, we haven't eaten yet." As soon as Yang Zhongyuan heard him say that breakfast was not prepared, he immediately forgot about his father's disobedient work. go ahead.

He rejected Cheng Weizhe's offer of help, and directly poured the chicken soup in the pot into the newly repaired stove of the shop, then evenly sprinkled the shiitake mushrooms soaked the day before and the washed goji berries into the pot, and added another half Bucket of well water, that's why Cheng Weizhe ordered him to light the fire.

Although the chicken soup was already cold, Cheng Weizhe wanted to drool just by smelling it. He sat on a small stool obediently and filled the stove with firewood, and turned to see Yang Zhongyuan standing on the counter next to him, cutting yam sections.

The yam had been peeled by Zhou Quanxu a long time ago, and Yang Zhongyuan raised and lowered the knife very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he cut out a pile of evenly sized snow-white yam sections. Cooking, but even this master chef who has been making noodles for more than ten years is not as good as Yang Zhongyuan's knife skills.

But when he looked at Yang Zhongyuan now, he seemed to be very casual, except that his hand holding the handle of the knife was very steady, and he didn't look very nervous and serious all over his body, but he could cut all the yams at such a fast speed, and almost Each small piece is about the same size.

This is simply, I don't know how to describe it...

Cheng Weizhe pulled the bellows again and again, hesitated again and again, and asked him: "Xiao Yuan, how long have you been learning knife skills?"

At this moment the sky is still not very bright, but it is not dark anymore, he only saw Yang Zhongyuan's tall and thin back stiffen slightly, and Shaoqing heard him say for a moment: "With dim sum, anyone can practice my kung fu. "

His voice was so soft, like thin clouds drifting in the morning, Cheng Weizhe felt like catkins brushing his body when he heard it, he was in a trance and didn't know why.

Yang Zhongyuan didn't answer this question directly, and Cheng Weizhe didn't continue to ask. The two of them were silent for a long time, and they woke up one after another when there was crackling sound of firewood in the stove.

"Okay, do you know how to burn firewood? Remember not to add too much at one time. If the fire is low, use the bellows." Cheng Weizhe stood up clapping his hands, helped Yang Zhongyuan open the pot, and watched him pour a whole pot of yam into the chicken soup pour in.

"I will, it's easy, don't worry." Yang Zhongyuan poured the yam, stirred the soup with a long spoon, and then covered the pot, "The heat is just right, warm it slowly for more than half an hour, It will be fine."

Half an hour later, the common people just came out to have breakfast, and Yang Zhongyuan's first pot of noodles was also able to catch up, thanks to Cheng Weizhe.

But it's enough to say thank you once, but if you say too much, it will appear insincere.

The two were talking, and Yang Zhongyuan went to the back to bring the wake-up basin to the front shop, and then asked Cheng Weizhe, "How much do you eat?"

Cheng Weizhe was following him with a pot full of rapeseed. Hearing this, he didn't even think about it and said, "Give me four taels, ah, actually I don't eat much for breakfast, but you are good at cooking. It's a pity not to eat it."

Knowing that he was trying to tease himself, Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help but smile. He swiftly pulled out a ball of yellowish dough, grabbed a handful of flour with his right hand, gently raised it to the chopping board, and then began to knead the dough.

Cheng Weizhe has seen his kung fu of stretching noodles before. If you use the Jianghu moves described by the storyteller to describe it, it really is like clouds rising like rainbows, lightning flashing and thundering, flying over eaves and walls, and sweeping away thousands of troops. Flying up and down in Yang Zhongyuan's slender fingers, it was like a divine help.