A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

"This is... Madam, this, this is actually stir-fry?"

The maid's voice was louder, which made Shen An a little unhappy.

If it weren't for the cramped room, he wouldn't want to eat outside.

Just eat, but you won't feel comfortable if someone is watching.

Azhu's eyes were filled with surprise, but still indifferent.

"Fan Lou has it."

Shen An heard this but dismissed it.

He knew about Fan Lou's stir-fry, but according to people who had eaten it, it was just that...

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up.

Can you make a fortune and buy a house by cooking?

"Brother, eat!"

After Guoguo heard the story about the princess being punished by the queen for not eating well, she ate both dishes today and felt that she had worked very hard.

But Shen An was distracted.

He was not satisfied with the taste of his lunch, so he mixed the egg soup with the leftovers and ate it.

After a nap, Shen An gave up on her plan to make a fortune in frustration.

It's not that he doesn't want to get rich, but he doesn't have the power behind him. If he rashly exposes all kinds of cooking dishes, he will definitely make money, but the possibility of being killed for making money will be greater.

He hesitated.

"elder brother!"

Guoguo is very well-behaved. She has been reading since she got up.

Shen An smiled, put aside these worries, and then went to guide her to practice calligraphy.

When the time came in the afternoon, Shen An lifted the load, loaded it with the materials for making potstickers tonight, as well as a small table and chairs, and let Guoguo and Huahua sit in it.

"Let's go!"

This is Guoguo's favorite way to travel. She grabbed the edge of the basket and smiled at the Azhu who came out.

There was a touch of indifference in Azhu's eyes.

All the way to the night market, the merchants winked but refused to come over to say hello.

Someone probably panicked because he was holding back, so he ran over with an oil paper bag.

"No one will tell, don't worry."

The oiled paper bag was put into the basket where Guoguo was sitting, and the visitor ran away quickly.

This is because he refuses to reveal his identity!

After setting up the stall and making the dough, Shen An opened the oil paper package, only to find two fried quails.

He didn't like it very much, but he couldn't resist his kindness, so he sat in front of the stove and ate the quail first.

As he was eating with his head down, a bowl of wine was placed on the chopping board.

The visitor said in a loud voice: "Young people must also learn to drink, otherwise there will be no blood."

Shen An was stunned, then nodded to express his thanks.

The merchants in the night market do not lack the sense of right and wrong, but because of the Song Dynasty's repeated defeats in foreign affairs, everyone has habitually cowered.

The pot stickers were cooked as usual, but Shen An was more calm.

There were many people coming to buy pot stickers, and Shen An even saw two new gangsters.

He just glanced at it, then lowered his head and continued working.

Then……

He slowly raised his head and glanced at the two rogues again, cursing Bao Zheng in his heart.

——Isn’t it good to be upright?

——It sounds like it’s not a good thing to be an undercover agent.

——When I have time, I will teach you how to be a good person!

But that damn naughty guy is clearly a petty official!

Shen An swore that one of the two scoundrels was the clerk who came to deliver the message that day, and even called the inspection department to threaten him.

This undercover agent is unprofessional!

The little rascal slowly moved to the front of the queue, which was embarrassing for the rascals who never queued up.

"Gong Bao asked you if you would like to be a minor official. If you are willing, you can take the exam in the future."

The old guy still wants to fool me!

Shen An shook his head and whispered: "You are pretending to be real. If you turn around, Bao Zheng will definitely tell you to get out."

"What should we do?"

"Be more intimate. It's best to sleep together for a while."

The clerk was a little panicked, took the pot stickers and left without paying.

When Shen An saw him and that real rogue walking away arm in arm, he gave up the pursuit after thinking about it.

I hope you won't get bent out of shape.

He was busy in front, while Guoguo sat in the back and painted red, glancing at the bustling scene outside from time to time.

Huahua sat in front of Guoguo and took a nap, and finally slept on Guoguo's shoe.

After Shen An closed, a man walked over timidly.

"What are you doing?"

Shen An had an impression of this man, and he ran with him that night.

So he looks pleasant.

The man glanced at Guo Guo, who was packing up his pen and paper at the back, and said sheepishly: "Shen An, my...I..."

If you can't say anything when asking for help, it means that the person is not bad.

What you say when asking for help is what you should do. Shen An has seen a lot of this kind of people in his previous life.

So he smiled and said, "But is there any trouble?"

The man turned away and whispered: "I can't sell my chickens..."

This is for help.

Shen An hesitated, but then smiled and said, "I'll go take a look."

The man was overjoyed, Shen An called Guoguo, and the family of three went to the man's stall.

"My chicken is steamed, but the taste is not as good as the ones in big restaurants, so no one eats it."

On one stall is a larger stove, with a copper pot on top and a steamer on top.

The man opened the steamer, and a smell came out.

People gradually gathered around. Everyone smelled the smell, and someone said, "This just smells like chicken. It's no different from what you cook. Why should others buy it?"

This is a big problem. The man smiled bitterly and said: "I have no work to do, so I just want to give it a try. I can support my family at least, but my craftsmanship is not well known..."

There was a sigh around, but no one's craftsmanship is in vain. The master taught the apprentice to starve to death. This is an eternal truth.

The man listened to the sigh and said with a pale face: "Forget it, I will go to the dock to carry the work later."

"Have a chicken leg!"

Shen An put down the burden, and Guoguo stood beside him holding Huahua.

The man nodded and said: "It can't be sold anyway, it just doesn't taste good. Please bear with me, Shen An."

There were five chickens in the steamer. He took out a whole chicken and said with a smile: "There's not enough."

Not bad, the people are pretty cool.

Shen An set up the small table and chairs, then tore off a wing for Guoguo and said, "Don't eat too much, otherwise you will miss out."

Guoguo gave a sweet smile and then asked: "Brother, where is Huahua?"

The puppy looked up at Shen An from the side, its tail wagging as sharply as a windmill.

Shen An apologized to the man: "My sister likes this puppy. She will eat whatever the puppy eats."

The man smiled and nodded.

Food is a precious thing these days. If ordinary people feed chicken to dogs, they will be called a prodigal.

Shen An tore some chicken breast and gave it to Huahua, and the puppy immediately started biting it, looking a little ferocious.

"Good dog!"

Someone in the crowd praised him, and Shen An nodded when he saw it was a young man.

"What kind of chicken do you want to make?"

Shen An was eating chicken legs and asked seemingly casually.

The man was also desperate, and he also said casually: "I know how to steam chicken, but my family won't eat anything else I cook."

This is a man with no talent as a chef.

An old man coughed dryly and said: "You... I have lived a long life and met many young people who are full of hope like you, but later... they all changed careers. Stop doing this and find a job, whatever." It’s all good, as long as I can support my wife and children.”

The man nodded and said, "Yes, I will go to the dock tomorrow to have a look."

The old man said approvingly: "Bianliang is a capital city, and we need manpower everywhere. If this doesn't work, just try another one, and you can always survive."

Shen An had already eaten the chicken legs. He wiped his hands with a towel and said, "Then let's make steamed chicken."

Well……

The surroundings instantly became quiet.