A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

"Um...Shen An, let's forget about this."

Some people worry that Shen An will dig a hole for himself.

The man also figured it out and said: "Yes, I will go for a walk tomorrow. As long as I put in my strength, no one will starve to death."

Shen An put down the towel, stood up and said, "I like to think about food, how about you try it?"

He had no urgent desire to help the man, so he was ready to ignore it after saying this.

The man just felt that there was no hope in his life at this point, so he said: "There are still three chickens at home..."

"enough."

Shen An said: "You take the chicken to my place tomorrow morning."

…

Shen An still set up a stall selling pot stickers, but the man making steamed chicken was missing from the night market.

Everyone thought he had changed careers.

Five days later, the man came back carrying a heavy load.

The merchants in the night market were secretly sighing.

The man set up the stove, put the steamer on it, and started steaming the chicken.

It’s still the same old thing.

The night market is bustling again.

Guoguo is still practicing calligraphy.

Huahua was still napping.

Shen An is still making pot stickers.

The boy is here again. He is queuing up to buy pot stickers today.

The boy looked to be about ten years old, and behind him was a nervous-looking man, who was queuing up with a straight face.

"Want five."

Shen An looked up and saw that the young man looked familiar, so he frowned and said, "Is there an adult following you?"

The young man said dissatisfiedly: "You care about me!"

Damn it!

Shen An slapped him on the head and cursed: "Is it easy for your parents to raise you? There are so many people in the night market, what if someone takes you away?"

The young man was stunned.

The man behind him was stunned.

Shen An got very angry when he saw it and said, "I've given you the pot stickers. Go home quickly."

He roughly wrapped the pot stickers, stuffed them into the boy's arms, and shouted, "Get out of here!"

The young man turned around numbly, and the man escorted him out of the crowd.

"ah!"

The hot pot stickers were showing their power at this moment. The boy quickly took out the oil paper bag from his arms and wanted to throw it on the ground.

"Forget it, let's eat and see. If it doesn't taste good, we'll blow up his stall... That's not good either. His sister looks good, so forget it."

He didn't know the danger of this sentence. If Shen An heard it, he would definitely smile kindly and then regret it.

The two of them walked out for a while, and the man suddenly sniffed and said, "Young man, it smells so good."

The boy also smelled it, but he was intoxicated by the deliciousness of the pot stickers and couldn't extricate himself.

"smell good!"

Most of the visitors to the night market come here in search of delicious food, and there is a lot to eat.

Everyone left looking for food and saw a pot on a stall with a steamer basket on top.

"What is it? Take it out quickly."

Foodies with many years of experience can’t wait to taste it.

Someone recognized the man and exclaimed: "Didn't you not do it?"

The man said with some regret: "It was the prescription given by Shen An."

He opened the steamer and took out the chickens one by one.

"This chicken is called imperial concubine chicken. It has a rich aroma and is very good for the body."

The glutton's nose was like a wolf smelling prey, twitching constantly.

"Bring it quickly."

"One..."

"Don't talk about money, vulgar!"

The old glutton took his first bite on the chicken wing and then closed his eyes.

"It smells like wine... actually using wine to stew chicken? There are also chestnuts... and..."

The old man opened his eyes, grabbed the man's chest, and asked: "Who did it?"

The man subconsciously said: "Shen An."

The old man dropped a handful of coins, then ran away with a chicken.

So delicious?

"I want one!"

In an instant the stall was flooded.

The old gourmet ran to Shen An's stall, but was stopped by people queuing up.

"Don't jump in line, or you'll be kicked out!"

He was carrying a chicken and gnawing on it, ready to taste the pot stickers raw.

Pot stickers are a popular food in Bianliang recently, but most people are not interested in them.

Naturally, the gourmet was not interested, but because of the delicious steamed chicken noodles, he decided to give it a try.

"Gone!"

Shen An lifted the bag and shook it, and some flour flew over in the wind.

He quickly packed up his things, picked up his load and ran away.

The steamed chicken stall over there was already full, with three floors inside and three floors outside. It was packed with people.

Shen An never thought that it would be such a grand occasion, so he didn't dare to stop when he saw it.

"Shen An..."

"Where is Shen An?"

"Where is Shen An..."

Shen An has run away.

Why do people these days love being surprised so much?

Shen An felt that he was really wronged.

Isn't it just a steamed chicken from my hometown? Why are you so crazy!

He had forgotten that the steamed chicken was an innovative dish created by later generations. He just felt that by making a dish at random, he was able to repay the friendship of running with him that night.

Unexpectedly, it triggered a riot.

He turned around and took a look, and when he saw more than ten people chasing after him, he said angrily: "That's all I know!"

"Can you help me?"

Shen An glanced at the place where the sound came from, and when he saw it was the young man, he roared: "Go home quickly!"

He picked up his burden and fled, but the night market behind him could no longer be peaceful.

More than a dozen of the man's chickens were sold out, and he stood there in a daze with tears in his eyes, chicken bones all around his feet.

"Brother An..."

…

Zhao Zhen felt that he was hungry again, but he knew that once he got used to eating late night snacks, those in charge would regard this as a source of wealth, and the palace would have one more expense every year.

"Official family, official family..."

Recently, courtiers in the court have been suggesting that Zhao Zhen adopt a child as soon as possible. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net This makes Zhao Zhen very disgusted and dissatisfied, but he cannot refute, so he is very depressed.

Eunuchs were the closest people to the emperor, so they naturally sensed his emotions, so recently the eunuchs in the palace were consciously looking for happy things to report.

Zhao Zhen said listlessly: "What's the matter?"

Chen Zhongheng, the personal eunuch beside him, stumbled in and said with excitement: "Guan family, there is a new delicacy in Zhouqiao Night Market."

Zhao Zhen's eyes lit up, and then he felt something was wrong, so he said with a straight face: "What delicious food?"

Chen Zhongheng turned around with a smile on his face, and then clapped his hands.

A palace maid came in carrying a food box.

Chen Zhongheng said proudly: "Guanjia, I got the news and asked people to queue up. Finally, I grabbed a chicken. Guanjia, I tasted it."

Of course the emperor's food had to be tested for poison, and Chen Zhongheng obviously had Zhao Zhen's trust.

Zhao Zhen coughed dryly, and then someone brought chopsticks to him, so he picked up a little meat from the chicken ribs. .

"Hmm... sweet, fragrant, delicious... oh... and wine... delicious!"

Seeing that he liked it, Chen Zhongheng said happily: "Guan, this chicken was made by the vendor who beat the Liao envoy that day..."

Zhao Zhen was eating chicken and said casually: "I know. If the others don't want to know, don't tell me either, lest the princes in court will talk about me again tomorrow."

Chen Zhongheng said angrily: "Guan family, they live in a good place and eat good food, but they stare at you. This is unfair."

Zhao Zhen clamped the chicken wings and said with a smile: "Da Song Da Song, if I get into trouble with them, how can there be a Da Song Dynasty? So what does it matter if I suffer a little? Besides, I can still eat mutton every day. It’s almost like a god.”