Great Husband of the Northern Song Dynasty

"That ... Shen An, just forget it."

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

The man also figured it out and said, "Yes, I will go around tomorrow. As long as I give up my energy, I will never starve people."

Shen An put down the towel and got up and said, "I like to think about what to eat, or would you try it?"

He did not have the urge to help the man, so he prepared to ignore it afterwards.

The man only felt that there was no more hope in life, so he said: "There are three chickens in the family ..."

"enough."

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

……

Shen An still sells potstickers since then, but the man who makes steamed chicken is missing in the night market.

Everyone thought he was in a career change.

Until five days later, the man came back with a burden.

Night market merchants secretly sighed.

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

Still the same old school.

The night market began to flourish again.

Guoguo is still practicing word writing.

Huahua is still napping.

Shen An is still making pot stickers.

The boy came again, he lined up to buy pot stickers today.

The teenager looked at about ten years old, followed by a man with a nervous face, standing in line with a straight face.

"Five."

Shen An raised her head and saw that the teenager was familiar, so she frowned and said, "Can an adult come with you?"

The dissatisfied boy said: "You control me!"

Nima!

Shen An slaps on the top of his head, scolding: "Is it easy for you to raise you up? There are so many people in the night market, what if someone takes you away?"

Juvenile dumbfounded.

The man behind him was dumbfounded.

Shen An saw the fire and said, "The pot stickers are for you, so go home."

He wrapped the pot stickers rudely, then stuffed him in the boy's arms and said, "Get out of here!"

The boy Muran turned around and the man guarded him out of the crowd.

"what!"

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

"Forget it, eat it, see it, if it's not good, turn back his stall ... it's not good, his sister looks good, forget it."

He didn't know the danger of this sentence. If he heard it by Shen An, he would be very kind and would regret it.

The two stepped out for a while, and the man suddenly sniffed his nose and said, "Xiao Langjun, good fragrance."

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

"smell good!"

Most of the tourists in night market come to find food, and there are many gluttons.

Everyone went away, and they saw a pot with a steamer on the stall.

"What? Get it out quickly."

There are years of foodies who ca n’t wait to taste it.

Someone recognized the man and exclaimed, "Did you not do it?"

The man sighed a little: "It's the prescription given by Shen An."

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

"This chicken is called a concubine chicken. It has a strong flavor and is of great benefit to the body."

The old glutinous nose was like a wolf smelling prey, twitching unceasingly.

"Hurry and get it."

"One ..."

"Don't talk about money, vulgar!"

The old glutton bit the chicken wings first, and then closed his eyes.

"It tastes like wine ... even stew chicken with wine? And chestnut ... and ..."

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

The man subconsciously said: "Shen An."

The old gluttons dropped a handful of copper coins, and ran after carrying a chicken.

So delicious?

"I want one!"

The stall was flooded instantly.

The old gluttons ran to Shen's booth, but they were stopped by the people in line.

"No jump in line, or get out!"

He was nibbling a chicken, ready to try this pot sticker raw.

Pot stickers are the latest fashionable food of Bianliang, but most people are not interested.

Old gluttons are naturally not interested, but looking at this delicious steamed chicken noodle, he decided to give it a try.

"Gone!"

Shen An raised the bag and flicked it, some flour flew over with the wind.

He quickly packed his things, and then ran away after lifting a load.

The stall for steamed chicken over there was already full. There were three floors inside and three outside, which were surrounded by water.

Shen An never thought it would be such a grand occasion, so how dare you stay.

"Shen An ..."

"Where is Shen An?"

"Where is Shen An ..."

Shen An has already run away.

Why are people in this year so surprised?

Shen An felt that he was really wronged.

Isn't it the steamed chicken of a hometown, why is it so crazy!

He forgot that the steamed chicken is an innovative dish for future generations, and only felt that he had made a dish at random, which was also a reward for the companionship that night.

Did not expect that it caused a riot.

He turned around and glanced, and after seeing more than a dozen people chasing behind him, he was annoyed and said, "I will only do this!"

"Can you help?"

Shen An glanced at the voice, and when he saw the boy, he shouted, "Go home quickly!"

He carried the burden and fled, and the night market behind him could no longer calm down.

Many dozen chickens were sold out, and he stood there in a daze with tears in his eyes, and his feet were full of chicken bones.

"Ango ..."

……

Zhen Zhen feels that he is hungry again, but he knows that once he gets used to eating supper, those in charge can use this as a source of wealth, and the palace will have an extra expense every year.

"Guanjia, Guanjia ..."

Recently, the court officials suggested that Zhao Zhen hurry to adopt a child ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This made Zhao Zhen very disgusted and dissatisfied, but he could not refute it, so he was very depressed.

The **** is the emperor's closest person, and he naturally perceives his emotions, so recently the eunuchs in the palace are consciously looking for some happy things to inform.

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

The next-gen **** Chen Zhongheng ran stumbled in and said with excitement: "Official family, a new food has been produced in the state bridge night market."

Zhao Zhen's eyes lit up, and then felt wrong, he said with a straight face: "What kind of food?"

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

A maid came in carrying a food box.

Chen Zhongheng proudly said: "Guan family, when the officials got the news, people would go to the queue, and finally they grabbed a chicken. The officials, the officials tried it."

The emperor's food must of course be tested for poison, and Chen Zhongheng is obviously trusted by Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen coughed dryly, and then someone put on chopsticks, and he pinched a bit of meat from the chicken ribs. .

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

Chen Zhongheng saw him like it, and said with delight: "Officials, this chicken was made by the hawker who taught the messenger of the Liao people that day ..."

Zhen Zhen is eating chicken, casually saying: "I know, the people next to you don't want to know, don't say it, so that the father-in-laws of tomorrow will have to say me again.

Chen Zhongheng said: "Officials, they have a good place to live and eat good food, but they stare at you deadly. This is unfair."

Zhao Zhen clipped his chicken wings and smiled, "Da Song Da Song, if I make trouble with them, what big Song is there? So what is it that I suffer a little? Besides, I can still eat lamb every day, Almost like a fairy. "