Husband, Have Dinner

A Yao found a job in the restaurant street near the night market.

It was a small food shop run by a widow. She brought two babies, one of whom was still unaware, and the other was waiting to be fed. A Yao needs a store to continue to practice her craft, and she also needs to communicate with others, so she can't be bored at home. Although the kitchen at home was large, no one helped to eat. She made a table of hard dishes by herself. It was a waste. She was surprised to see that ghosts and gods walked in to apply for a job. After the dishes were tested, the two parties hit it off and agreed on a time for work. .

The snack shop only serves noon and evening. The night market does not follow. A Yao does not need to get up early. She has gone to make preparations. Shen Shimo and Youshichu can go home and continue to organize her house slowly.

Go back to Restaurant Street and go straight for a hundred steps into Guiyuanli and then walk a little bit to get home. The distance within a cup of tea is very close to home.

So far, when Xiaoxue flew around, the house was full of bedding and cotton-padded clothes, and the house was not covered with blue brick floors. A Yao asked someone to dig a stove and burn charcoal. Big dogs and puppies like to nest by the stove to keep warm. It was cold and windy outside, and the room was as warm as ever.

Live and work in peace and contentment.

A Yao expressed satisfaction.

Buy the four treasures of the study, fold some of the raw materials in half, or cut them to a quarter of the size. The thickness of a small pile is tightly stitched with needles and threads. After several piles are stitched, they are stacked and pierced with a thicker needle. , Put on fine twine, paste the rice pulp on the cover and back with rattan paper, and finally wrap it with floral cloth to form a book cover. The booklet she used for recording is ready, large and small, convenient for different uses.

Picking up a pen to write to Mochizuki, recalling her journey, especially when she returned to Nanxun, she finally realized that it was the bird's nest that the **** teacher took her a long way.

Mochizuki asked people to send a letter to Nanxun’s house. The auntie hadn’t sent someone to the capital to bring a letter to Ayao, so she came back. She took the letter and learned about Mochizuki’s current situation and where she was staying, and brought special seasonings like oyster sauce. She went back to the capital again, and didn’t really write to her until the winter to report on her and the bird’s nest situation.

"...The little snow is floating outside, and the land in the front yard is fertile. I am waiting for spring to open up a border to grow vegetables. The previous house owner is also a cook. The front house is not big, and the side house is a kitchen. There are osmanthus trees and stone benches in the yard. It can be used before and after the flowers, and now it is a waste of time, Master don’t worry, I also found a job in a small food shop, everything is fine, but the bird’s nest arrived in the capital first, abandoned me and disappeared, and told me to see her. Pretend you don’t know her and don’t want to hurt me. Master Mochizuki, what’s going on with you?"

It took more than a month for this letter to go away. When Mochizuki replied, he sent someone to send gifts and specialty products, such as the scenes A Yao had seen in Nanxun, which once caused crowds in the neighborhood. This is something later.

Now Ayao has no time to imagine Mochizuki's expression on receiving the letter, and she is comforting the proprietress.

"Without business, it won't be long before the three of us, mother and son, will be on the streets."

The proprietress lowered her head to wipe her tears, the baby in her arms stretched out her hands and babbled and yelled, and the eldest baby in the skirt followed and called her mother.

"Boss, don't be too sad, you still have two babies." It is said that the boss passed away due to illness and left suddenly. There was no family to take care of the boss. She lost her backbone, and the boss was in charge again. The business plummeted and the people around. All feel a pity. A Yao didn't know how to comfort her, "It's noon, I'll give you a bowl of noodles, big baby... can you eat rice cereal?"

"can."

A Yao ran back to the kitchen near desertion, the stove was stewed with chicken soup, and the cold water made the noodles more chewy. Put a spoonful of sesame oil in the bottom of the bowl, pour in the cooked noodles and mix well, and the sesame oil aroma will float out immediately, and then put two tablespoons of the strong-flavored first chicken soup without noodles. This aroma can be eaten with just this chicken noodle soup. Serve two large bowls, and finally she put a few pieces of Huadiao Drunken Chicken, put on two green vegetables, and sprinkled a little wolfberry and it was done.

Take another bowl of porridge and take them out together.

"It's so fragrant..." The lady boss stopped crying when A Yao was cooking the noodles, turned her head to look at the kitchen, took a deep sniff, her belly rumbling like thunder, she was embarrassed for a moment, swallowing her mouth saliva, she His eldest son has no such self-control, salivates, and understands the meaning of his mother's words without a teacher, and follows the teaching of "fragrant, incense."

"Wow..." The lady boss didn't leave the bowl on the tray and whispered.

The big baby's eyes did not leave the chicken noodle soup, the white porcelain sea bowl was filled with orange chicken soup, the Huadiaozui chicken was yellow skin and white meat, with winter bamboo shoots and sunflower vegetables, and the sunflower vegetables were winter amaranth, green and green, and the surface was sprinkled with red and red. The wolfberry is probably very colorful.

"Yes, I want!"

The proprietress took the porridge, lightly scratched the surface, and took a sip, "It tastes good, is it fish porridge?" She saw that there was no fish in the spoon, and fed it to the eldest baby without worry.

The eldest baby didn't appreciate it. This was not what he wanted. With a small mouth curled, his head turned away, and he patted the edge of the table. It was obvious that the bowl was delicious.

"It's not fish porridge, it's white porridge, but I used fish soup at the bottom of the porridge. It tastes delicious and can be eaten by children." A Yao explained.

The proprietress fed it again, but the eldest baby still didn't appreciate it, she got hungry, and she was also angry, "If you don't eat it, don't eat it, I will eat it myself!"

Putting down the spoon, picking up the chopsticks, blowing, sucking and eating noodles, the eldest baby watched her mouth slowly flattened, and cried out wow.

"Eating food!" The proprietress laughed and scolded, scooping a spoonful of soup and feeding him, the eldest hiccuped her voice and slowly sipped her voice. Then she fed the porridge and there was no more trouble.

A Yao looked at and laughed, lowering her head to eat noodles.

Eating sesame oil chicken noodle soup in winter is really a killer. A Yao sat in the store for a while, and some customers walked into the store following the fragrance. There was only one table with people sitting and eating. "Please give me something too." Here is a bowl of what you can eat!"

When business came to the door, the proprietress always refused to come, so Ayao took the opportunity to eat more and went under the kitchen.

With the first bowl, there will be a second bowl, and a third bowl... Customers are coming, and the whole snack shop is filled. Bowls of chicken noodle soup are served, and the fragrance of the sesame oil chicken soup is getting stronger and stronger. Bring the wind and snow, and walk away with the warm smell of sesame oil and chicken.

"Boss, there's no face!" A Yao shouted.

"Chicken noodle soup is okay if you don't need noodles!" Some diners shouted in front of the proprietress.

The lady boss was silent, "Then bring the chicken soup."

"..." A Yao went back to the kitchen, and after a while, she shouted again, "There is no fish **** or noodles in the thick fish ball noodles!"

What the hell?

The proprietress blinked, Ayao remembered that she called out the stem, and changed her words, "Sesame oil chicken noodle soup, no chicken soup, no noodles!"

"What about the chicken?"

"there is none left!"