"Sister, what are you doing? It's so strange!" Wen Ting pulled Wen Rou away, and "huh huh huh" moved the iron trough out.
"Rou'er, don't stop early in the morning!" Wen Shou was helping Mrs. Zhou bring out breakfast, and shouted, "What are you doing with this broken iron trough?"
"Father, I'm asking you for a few days off, and I won't be going to Zuixianlou for the next few days!" My face was gentle and mysterious.
"Ask for leave? You've only been learning how to cook for a few days, and you're thinking of being lazy. Could it be that you brat is going to kidnap and ruin your sister?" Wen Shouzheng looked surprised at first, then turned to Wen Ting, and scolded.
"It's none of my business!" Wen Ting waved his hands in defense.
"Father, it really has nothing to do with brother." Wen Rou said.
"His father, Rou'er has been learning to cook for more than half a month, a girl's body is already weak, or let Rou'er rest for a few days, and then go after a few days!" Zhou persuaded from the side.
"Yo, what are you doing around an iron trough this early in the morning?" At this time, Wen Shoucheng brought his family to have breakfast.
"Sisters and sisters, these are the tortillas I baked yesterday, and I'll bring them for you to try this morning!" While speaking, Mrs. Wang took out a few pieces of golden pancakes from her cloth bag.
"Third Aunt, it's my meeting." Wen Ya said proudly.
"I said Rou'er, you and your father have also learned to cook for several days, when will you show your family?" Wen Shoucheng joked.
"Uncle, I'll be free in a few days, and I'll keep it for everyone!" He smiled softly.
"Second brother, did you get up early today?" Wen Shoucheng turned around and saw Wen Shoucai coming in with a dejected face.
"He didn't get up early, he came back late! Look at those dark circles! Don't ask, I didn't sleep all night last night, have you gone gambling?" Wen Shouzheng said angrily.
"Third brother, you can't say hello to me, the children are all here!" Wen Shoucai said angrily, blushing.
"Father, look carefully at Uncle Er's eyes. He didn't stay up all night. It's black eyes from being beaten up by others. He must have played around while gambling!" Wen Ting's eyes were sharp.
"Get out, do you have a place to talk?" Wen Shoucai raised his leg and kicked it.
"Second Uncle, do you have something to do today?" Rourou asked casually while helping to serve the meal.
"Your uncle has no serious business!" Wang said.
"Sister-in-law! I don't gamble every day! Besides, won't it be New Year's Eve soon? I thought I could turn it over and give lucky money to some children during the New Year!" Wen Shoucai said, and stuffed a mouthful of cornbread into his mouth!
"Second Uncle. When did you give us New Year's money? Just don't ask us for it!" Wen Ting added insult to injury.
"Little bastard! You just deserve a beating!" Wen Shoucai was annoyed, and got up to grab Wen Ting.
"You two go out and fight! Don't waste the food!" Wen Shoucheng acted like a big brother.
"Second Uncle, if you're fine today, take me out to play!" Rourou winked at Wen Shoucai.
Wen Shoucai was taken aback. Although he didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in the gentle gourd, but right now this was the best step, so he nodded quickly.
"That's good! Third, I will take Rou'er out for a stroll today. Don't worry if I will take care of Rou'er!"
"With you, I don't worry!" Wen Shouzheng snorted. He instructed: "Just don't cause trouble yourself, Rou'er, and help father take care of your second uncle!"
After breakfast, the family went to work separately.
Gentlely pulled Wen Shoucai: "Second Uncle, I have to work hard for you. Help me go back to work!"
"Contribute? Don't do it!" Wen Shoucai was straightforward.
"Second Uncle, this is a good opportunity to make money. Don't you want to save a few pocket money so that you can give some of us juniors a New Year's Eve?" Gentle and seductive.
"Make money? Is your second uncle the kind of person who is open to money? Really! Tell me, what are you doing?" Wen Shoucai approached.
"Help me with this! Help me with some charcoal!" Gentle pointed to the iron trough on the ground, then pointed to the firewood room.
"Hey, good!" Without saying a word, Wen Shoucai picked up the iron trough and another bag of charcoal.
Ruan Wen walked into the kitchen quickly, took advantage of Zhou's unpreparedness, took some dry biscuits, brought some seasonings, put a piece of flint, and went out with Wen Shoucai.
"Girl Rou'er, where are we going?" Wen Shoucai sat on the carriage, holding a cold iron trough in his arms.
"Qingshi Street in the south of the city!" With a gentle smile, he greeted the driver who was driving the car.
in a while...
"Second Uncle, the carriage money!" Rourou jumped off the carriage.
"How can I? Didn't you agree that you asked me to help you? There's no reason for me to pay the car fare!" Wen Shoucai and his hands were written in their sleeves, with iron cock faces on their faces, and they couldn't stop sniffling.
"Hey! I thought, Er Bo, if you invest in the car money, you have the right to join a gang. When you make money, we can split it 50-50. That's all, I'll pay the car money, anyway, the wine seller Dad also gave me some money!" Rourou pretended to take out his purse.
"What? Fifty-five points? Seriously?" Wen Shoucai's eyes almost popped out.
"Really!" Gentle and serious.
"Handlebar style! How much is it?" Wen Shoucai asked arrogantly.
"Hey, guest officer, five copper coins!"
"Take it!" Wen Shoucai jumped on his feet, digging and digging from the soles of the shoes, he just pulled out a handful of copper plates, counted five, handed them to the handlebar, and put the rest back in place.
"This..." Looking at the steaming copper plate in Wen Shoucai's hands with the handlebar, he didn't take it or not.
"Take it! Money is sweet!" Wen Shoucai winked and drew his tone.
"Ah..." Wrapping his hands with his sleeves, the handlebar took the handful of copper coins with a painful expression, and sighed helplessly!
"It's no wonder that Erbo walks slowly on weekdays. It's because the soles of his feet have something to do with it!" He smiled softly.
The two chatted for a while, and then set up the iron trough while talking.
Under Gentle command, Wen Shoucai lit the charcoal and put it into the iron trough, then extinguished the charcoal, leaving only the warm gray fire.
Gentle and unhurriedly cut the white steamed buns and dry biscuits into thin slices, threaded them with sticks, and put them on the iron trough.
After a while, the green smoke gradually gasped, and in the cold wind, the sweet aroma of baked buns became stronger and stronger!
Gently turning the buns and cakes on both sides, brushing vegetable oil on top. Sprinkle a little salt, cumin and other spices.
The baked bun is golden yellow, the surface is crispy, and the small holes on the bun are slightly opened. It seems to be breathing with life.
The addition of salt and spices makes the original sweet grain taste. And mixed with a strong exotic style.
The combination of various flavors makes people hungry.
Wen Shoucai stretched his neck aside, swallowing uncontrollably.
When did this girl learn this skill? I haven't seen the third child do it at home!
"Girl Rou'er, try one for Uncle Er, there are so many anyway!" Wen Shoucai couldn't help it.
"No problem! But Second Uncle, you ate my baked buns. You have to shout for me! From now on, I'm going to set up a stall here!" With a gentle smile, he handed over a bunch of baked buns .
"That's it! That's it!" Wen Shoucai took the baked bun with a smile on his face, put it in his mouth impatiently and took a bite, it was fragrant and hot. It makes people want to eat but can't take a big mouthful, which really tantalizes people's appetite.
It burned his mouth several times, Wen Shoucai hissed and sucked.
"Girl Rou'er, this steamed bun is really delicious. How can I sell it?" Wen Shoucai finished eating quickly.
"One copper plate, one!" Gentle replied.
"Selling baked buns! Fragrant and crispy baked buns! Hot baked buns!" Wen Shoucai yelled out his voice before Rou Rou could finish speaking, which looked decent.
"Second uncle, if you are in business, you are definitely a good hand!" Gentle praised.
Wen Shoucai smiled. Yelling more vigorously!
On the morning of the twelfth lunar month, the cold north wind blows fragrant scones, attracting ordinary people who occasionally pass by here.
"How do you sell this?"
"One penny!"
"Give me two!"
"Well, delicious!"
"Smells, really smells!"
Although there were not many customers, all those who passed by were attracted by the aroma of the roasting, and all of them stopped to taste and were satisfied.
"I said, Rou'er, why did you choose such a ghostly place? With your own hand, if it were changed to the market, I'm afraid you will be crushed!" Wen Shoucai stomped his feet in the cold.
"Second uncle actually said something stupid. Doesn't the market charge protection fees? It's not like this place is quiet. Let's make a little money, hehe!" Rourou sprinkled another handful of cumin, and moved it with a stick to burn red charcoal.
"Miss Wen?" A familiar voice sounded.
"Young Master Ren, what a coincidence!" Wenrou raised her eyes, deliberately pretending to be a coincidence, asked in surprise, and said happily in her heart: "I'm afraid you won't come."
"What is this?" Ren Yue stepped forward with great interest.
"Mr. Ren is going out? I sell scones here? Do you want to try one?" While speaking, Wen Rou quickly flipped the golden scones on both sides again, and the rich aroma spread instantly.
"Oh, I'll come out to get some air." Ren Yue said as he swiftly tied Yingxue's rein to a willow tree next to him.
Where is this coming out to breathe, it is clearly going out to find food! Seeing that Wen Rou was baking delicious food, he found an excuse to stay.
With a gentle smile, he handed over a bunch of scones, with a light layer of salt sprinkled on top, no cumin was added, but an extra egg was added.
The golden egg liquid is wrapped on the golden cake, with thin oil bubbles dancing and making a hissing sound, very tempting!
"This..." Ren Yue took it, hesitating.
He has never eaten such simple food, let alone on the side of the road...
"Try it, this scone has to be eaten while it's hot!" Rourou smiled, and said in her heart that you should eat it quickly! Sven and face are not to be eaten! Looking at you like this, you must have not eaten well last night!
Holding a bamboo stick, Ren Yue was staring at the scones.
"It smells so good!" Shui Mo poked his head out.
"You can smell the fragrance in the room, so the delicious food is right in front of you! Mr. Ren, you are not righteous, you come out to eat by yourself, and you don't call us! Hey, girl, is it you?!" Shui Mo and Wen Wen are about the same age, although they are delicate and gentle Dressed up as a scholar, but his mouth all highlights the child's naughty.
"I just came out, and I met Miss Wen by chance, here, I'll give you this skewer!" Ren Yue smiled, and handed the scones in his hand to Shui Mo.
"Young Master Ren, eat quickly, your taste is mild, I still have this!" Wen Wen said, roasted another slice, added more ingredients, and handed it to Shui Mo.
"Thank you, Ms. Wen! Well, it's delicious! Hey, it's really delicious!" Shui Mo grabbed it and took a bite. Although it was hot, the scones were crispy, chewy and sweet, and served with rich spices. It really awakened the dry stomach of ink and ink.
Needless to say, the scallion noodles I ate last night were definitely!
"Uncle Sheng, come out quickly! There is something delicious!" Shui Mo turned his head and called into the house.
"Miss Wen, I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good?" Shui Mo ate another bunch without waiting for the longevity.
"It smells so good! Miss Wen, don't you need to go to the restaurant today?" Chang Sheng trotted all the way out of the courtyard, and greeted Wen Rou in surprise.
"Oh, I'm taking a leave of absence to develop some gourmet delicacies, Mr. Sheng, come and have a taste!" Ruan Rou also called Mr. Sheng, and handed over a bunch of baked buns.
Uncle Sheng finished his meal with sighs, smacked his mouth a few times, and wiped off the oil from the corners of his mouth, as if he still had more to say.
Ren Yue saw that the two of them were eating so happily, he also took a small bite in doubt, the deliciousness of the egg jumped in his mouth, and the fragrance of the cake was faint and sweet. The light salty taste just neutralizes these two ingredients, making it seamless and integrated.
"Girl Rou'er, give me another skewer!" Wen Shoucai couldn't help asking for another skewer seeing the three of them eating so intoxicated.
"Second Uncle, it's fine for you to eat, but you have to pay the bill!" He said with a gentle smile.
Not long after, Shui Mo, Chang Sheng, Wen Shou Cai, and Ren Yue ate an untold number of scones, and all they saw was a pile of bamboo sticks.
"Who is making noise here?" A loud voice.
"Teacher!" Ren Yue gently wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.
"What are you doing here?" Mr. Songtao walked out slowly with his hands behind his back.
"Sir, Miss Wen sells scones here, one penny each, you have a taste, it's delicious!" Shui Mo mouthed quickly, dodged his body, and gave way to Wen Rou and her stall.
"Oh? It's you girl again?" Mr. Songtao obviously remembered the delicious local dishes a few days ago, and in recent days, every meal is made by himself, and the vegetarian food is weak. Now, seeing gentleness, there is only one word "hungry ".
"Hello, Mr. Songtao!" The gentle and polite greeting did not show the slightest sign of falling out that day.
This girl has a big belly! Mr. Songtao thought to himself and nodded slightly.
"Hi girl! I don't know what the girl is selling? I want to try it too!" Mr. Songtao said while staring at the steaming scones on the iron trough, his mouth drooling.
"Hehe, Mr. Songtao came by such a coincidence. My girl's scones are sold out today!" Wen Wen said, and then sprinkled a handful of cumin on the scones on the iron trough, and at the same time turned the charcoal fire and turned it to bake cake.
Immediately, a rich aroma rushed over, making Mr. Songtao very hungry.
"Sold out? Isn't there still more?" Mr. Song Tao pointed at the scones sizzling on the iron trough, dissatisfied.
"Oh, what are you talking about? These are all baked for my second uncle! Second uncle, it's ready, here it is!"
Wen Rou said, without even looking at Mr. Song Tao, he grabbed a handful of scones and stuffed them all into Wen Shoucai's hands.