With the existing ingredients at home, tomatoes, ham, winter bamboo shoots, fungus... the sour and delicious toppings are ready in a short while, and the bright red is very attractive.
When the last bowl of noodles was topped with toppings, Wen Ting just finished his mission and came back.
"This is Mr. Songtao, I've been waiting for you for a long time! Mr. Songtao, please take a seat!" The boss Wen Shoucheng and his family got up and greeted Mr. Songtao quickly.
"This old man is just an old man who has retired and returned to his hometown. Besides, there is no distinction between top and bottom at the round table, and everyone can do whatever they want!" Mr. Song Tao was very accommodating.
Wang Shi and Zhou Shi shirked each other a few times, and they sat down awkwardly when they heard Mr.
Wen Shoucheng's left hand is Mr. Songtao, his right hand is Wang's, followed by Wen Shan and Wen Xin, followed by Zhou's, Wen Wen, Wen Ting, and Mr. Song Tao's left hand is ink and longevity.
At this time, Wen Shoucai came in with a stool, and shouted, "Dear guest, please move in and add another seat?"
Wen Shoucheng rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily, "Second brother, the space in the middle is enough for you to sit down alone, and if you move it, it's enough for you to lie down and eat!"
"Boss, I said that the honored guests are here, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon, can you also accumulate some virtue? I can't sit here by myself, no, Mother Zhen is here!" Wen Shoucai straightened his neck, not giving in at all.
"It's really an unfortunate coincidence that Zhenniang came, just in time for dinner!" While speaking, a pretty figure flashed behind Wen Shoucai, greeting a table with a smile on his face.
"Zhenniang!" Mr. Songtao was startled, isn't this the aggressive little widow who lived next door that day
"Sir, Zhenniang really didn't know that you were the teacher of nephew Wen Tingxian. If she knew it was from her family, she would have saved scones for you no matter what she said!" Zhenniang laughed jokingly when she saw Mr. Songtao.
"My family..." Mr. Songtao looked blank, he could no longer care about the anecdote that Zhenniang exposed his embarrassment in public.
"Hey, sir, you don't know yet. Zhenniang and I are going to get married in three days! Then sir will come to have a glass of wedding wine!" Wen Shoucai smiled while pushing up the creases all over his face.
"Oh, oh! There is such a joyful event! That old man must come! Ink ink, take my purse!" Mr. Songtao suddenly realized that this pretty little widow is actually on good terms with this thief man up. It is said that a hero deserves a beauty, but this person's figure and appearance are really not a hero!
"Come on, Zhenniang, this is for you! It's the old man's kindness! In the future, if this kid is vulgar and disrespectful, no matter what the old man says, he can be regarded as half of his mother's family. There is no grievance. The old man will give you Make the decision!" Mr. Songtao said. From the money bag, he took out a small ingot of yellow and clear gold ingots.
Bright golden yellow. Immediately shaking the table full of people blink!
"Gold!" Wen Shoucai howled, took it up and put it in his mouth to bite.
"It's true, it's true. It's really gold!" Wen Shoucai was trembling all over.
"It's too embarrassing!" Wen Ting covered his face with his hands.
Tenderness is also helpless.
"Sir, your gift is too great, Zhenniang can't bear it!" Zhenniang pinched the ecstatic Wen Shoucai beside her. Salute.
"Hehe, take it, the old man always thinks that money is something outside of the body, but it is worth spending, and the old man will definitely not let it go! If you feel that you are sorry for the old man by joining forces with Miss Wen before, you can cook more delicious food from today. Compensate and compensate me! Hahahaha!" Mr. Songtao was bold.
He raised his hand to pick up the chopsticks, paused, and was about to stretch out the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, but when he looked up, he found that the table was empty, and there was only a bowl of tempting glutinous rice noodles in front of everyone, really only glutinous rice noodles!
This girl is too real! It's really so obedient to let you make glutinous rice noodles!
Mr. Songtao couldn't help complaining in his heart at this moment, he came all the way to be a guest, and just gave up another ingot of gold ingot, could it be possible to exchange it for a bowl of saozi noodles? !
Thinking of this, Mr. Songtao raised his eyes and looked at Wen Rou, the girl was eating noodles with her head down, and she didn't pay attention to herself at all.
Looking sideways at Shui Mo again, he thought to himself, you idiot, didn't I ask you to buy meat and vegetables? What about the food
Shui Mo looked at Mr. with an embarrassed expression on his face. Xin said, sir, don't get angry, I really went to buy meat and vegetables, but I gave all the purchases to Miss Wen, how could I know that Miss Wen still only made noodles!
"Let's eat noodles first, come here, try it quickly, Mr. Songtao ordered this noodles to eat today!" Mrs. Zhou saw that the atmosphere was different, and hurriedly got up to make a fuss.
Yes, this is really what I want to eat! But I didn't say just eat this! Mr. Song Tao twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and exhaled lightly, whatever! The scorpion noodles are also good, sour and delicious, and it can help digestion when eaten at night. It is better than home-cooked scallion white noodles!
"Hehe, I have caused you to eat noodles with my old man!" Mr. Songtao raised his smiling face and paused with his chopsticks again.
"No problem, no problem, as long as the husband likes it, we will eat it every day, every meal!" Wen Shoucai probably got Mr. Songtao's gold ingot just now, and his mouth is extraordinarily sweet.
But this sentence really annoyed Mr. Songtao, he was upset, "Eat it every day! Eat every day! My gold ingot!" Mr. Songtao secretly complained.
"Sir, don't blame me. I made preparations in a hurry today. I treated you badly. Rou'er will make good preparations tomorrow, and she will definitely make up for everyone!" Rourou suddenly raised her voice, and then she winked at Wen Ting after speaking.
This is still decent! Mr. Songtao narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to take a big mouthful of noodles, but he couldn't help frowning.
Hey, why did the noodles fail to such a high standard today! Instead of being chewy, the noodles were loose and rotten in the mouth. It's just that the topping is as sour as ever!
"Sir, I've wronged you today. Rou'er has only a short time to learn how to cook, and my old man is too busy with Zuixianlou to come back for a while. Today, I'm the only one who cooks and rolls the noodles myself. The topping is made by Rou'er." Yes, if it doesn’t taste good, sir, please take care of it!” Seeing that Mr. Songtao stopped after taking only one mouthful of noodles, Mrs. Zhou thought that there was something wrong with the topping, so she hurriedly explained.
"So that's the case, Mrs. Wen is too worried!" Mr. Songtao understood everything now, and he dared to say that you rolled the out-of-standard noodles. Could it be that this girl has never shown her unique skills at home
"Third Aunt! You just said that this topping was made by Rou'er?" Wen Xin exclaimed.
"Let's make do with it, Rou'er has only been studying for a month, so it's inevitable that there will be gaps." Zhou said with a smile.
"It's as delicious as Uncle San's cooking! It's so sour, I can't believe it!" Wen Xin exclaimed again.
A group of family members present heard the words. They all sucked the noodles in their bowls with big mouthfuls.
"Well, delicious, delicious!"
"It's as delicious as the third one!"
"Rou'er, haven't you practiced this topping? I learned one topping in a month. It's worth it!"
All of a sudden, there was a mess of people drinking noodles and praises for toppings.
"You guys haven't tasted the scones and barbecue made by Rou'er yet. That's the delicacy in the world!" Wen Shoucai wiped his mouth, and he couldn't get enough of it, as if the delicious barbecue from those days was still in his mouth.
"Second Uncle, you are busy with gambling every day, and you are hungry and full. As long as you eat it, it is delicious in your mouth. Last time you said that the sesame seed cakes made by Sun Mazi's house in the alley are delicious. I will eat them." That's right, that sesame seed cake was so hard it almost broke my teeth!" Wen Shan said.
Wen Shoucai's face was black and red. He mumbled for a while before stopping.
after dinner.
"Brother, when will blacksmith Liu say I can get that pot?" Under the lamp. Gentle huddled in Wen Ting's hut, whispering.
"Sister, don't worry, I told you that you need it urgently, and you don't need his money. Blacksmith Liu naturally smiled. He works overtime today, and he can pick it up tomorrow morning!" Wen Ting said, patting his chest.
"Great! Let me just say, I don't worry about my brother's work!" Wen Rou's small pink fist lightly hit Wen Ting's shoulder, and the siblings had to fight for a while before they stopped.
"It's just... Blacksmith Liu is a bit harsher on money." Wen Ting pursed his lips.
"What's the matter? Isn't that ten taels of silver bill not enough?" Wen Rou Ying asked.
"It's not that much. Blacksmith Liu took two taels of silver! It's more than ten times more expensive than an ordinary iron pot!" Wen Ting said angrily.
Rourou breathed out lightly, and smiled in the blink of an eye, "How much did I think? Isn't it just the money for two jars of wine? My brother is going to be a high-ranking official and earn a lot of money in the future, so how come he started to care about such a small amount of money? Besides, this money was originally given by General Sheng!" Rou Rou raised her smiling eyes.
"Yes, he and Mr. Ren asked us to take good care of Mr. Songtao. It is understandable to use the money they gave to take care of Mr. Wen Ting paused, probably feeling that it was not his own money that was spent, and suddenly felt a burst of emotion. happy.
"Brother..." Ruan pursed her lips, seeing Wen Ting's appearance, she really didn't know what to say.
On the second day, Rourou got up early and buried herself in the kitchen until lunch time.
Early in the morning, Wen Ting went straight to Blacksmith Liu's shop to fetch the strange copper pot, and covered it with a blue cloth along the way, in case someone saw something strange and asked about it.
"Stinky boy! Woke up early in the morning, instead of studying in the room, why are you running around?" Wen Ting held the cloth bag covering the copper pot in his arms, and bumped into Mr. Song Tao as soon as he entered the door.
"Morning, sir! I'm not running around, I'm helping my husband with business!" Wen Ting said with a grin.
"Business?" Mr. Songtao looked blank, thinking, how can I ask you to do any business! "Stop!"
Wen Ting shuddered violently, and stopped at the spot, not daring to move.
"You're making an excuse to go out and hang out, but why do you want to help me with business? Let me ask you, do you have a review for yesterday's homework? Go back to my room and recite it! If you make a mistake, copy the whole article a hundred times!" Mr. Songtao With a stern face, he walked away with his hands behind his back.
Only Wen Ting was left standing alone in the courtyard, sweating uncontrollably, "Sir, I really didn't lie to you, I really helped you with your business. Apart from delicious food, is there anything else for your business?" Wen Ting whispered muttered.
"Brother, are you back?" Ruan Rou stood at the door of the kitchen at some point, beckoning Wen Ting to come over.