Tan Wanqing and Ruizhu carried the things all the way back to the house, put down the things, rubbed their hands coldly, and a cloud of white gas came out of their mouths.

"Miss, it's getting colder and colder, and I can't wear a single shoe.

After Ruizhu finished speaking, he stomped his feet, and stuffed a few of the woods of the general size that the old farmer bought from him into the fire, and left the fire when he left, and the firewood was dry.

Ruizhu cared about the shoes, but Tan Wanqing was worried about the small vegetable field in the yard, seeing that the frost was about to fall, and the vegetable seedlings in the field were only the size of a thumb.

"In a while, you go pull some vegetable seedlings and eat fish and wontons at noon." Tan Wanqing put the perch into the basin and said.

Ruizhu immediately belched, thinking of the slippery wontons, delicious soup, white fish, and green vegetables, Ruizhu swallowed his saliva while hooking the fire in the stove, since he left Tanfu, I don't know how long I haven't eaten it.

Rui Zhu took the bamboo basket and rushed to the yard without hurrying, Tan Wanqing had already poured those fresh octopuses into the basin, the current weather, there is no problem with things for three or five days, and before and after the winter snow, just hook under the cool eaves, it will be frozen and tied hard, although it is inconvenient everywhere, but it is not all bad.

It's a pity that there are only more than ten catties of sixteen catties of octopus left.

After picking the vegetables and returning to the kitchen, seeing that the young lady was washing the sea bass, Ruizhu immediately grabbed it, and said that the straight lady was sick and couldn't touch the cold water, and although Ruizhu was not in the kitchen before, she was a foodie by nature, and she was also very interested in fiddling with food, and she was also very talented in cooking.

The two of them are more mouthful than one another, and they are used to deliciousness, even if they make it themselves, they are not fooled, how delicious it is, how exquisite it is.

If you can eat a bowl of wontons in winter, it is a very beautiful enjoyment.

The fragrant little wontons are served on the table, and the white soup takes advantage of the green onions, plus a light layer of fish fat, which is very beautiful.

After the brocade clothes and jade food, what you can remember and what you will miss will be such a simple folk food, which makes people more tired of eating and lingering.

Tan Wanqing gently scooped a bite of the wonton soup made of fish, which was extremely delicious, and the taste seemed to be the taste buds on the tip of the tongue were jumping and feeling, and her abdomen felt even more hungry.

She praised the stick without hesitation, such a compliment, so that Rui Zhu couldn't help but dance with her eyebrows, her eyebrows smiled, this is by no means a good sentence from Miss in the house, it is comparable to her faint sentence, and it is a great encouragement and motivation for Rui Zhu's first light cooking heart.

The firewood in the kitchen is whirring and whirring, with the sound of the wind, the warm kang that communicates with the bedroom, lifts the cotton mat laid on it, it is so warm that it makes people sigh, and the temperature in the room is slowly rising, and then holding the hot, fragrant wonton soup bowl, Rui Zhu, who is sitting at the table, is almost moved to cry.

When Tan Wanqing finished eating a bowl, Ruizhu had already eaten three bowls in her stomach, she knew Miss's habits, no matter how delicious things were, they wouldn't use them much, so when she saw Miss put the bowl, she cleaned up all the soup bases.

After lunch, the young lady was used to taking a nap, but she was sleepy, and she and Ruizhu scribbled on the paper and calculated the cost.

"Does Miss mean to use bamboo skewers to string meatballs?" Rui Zhu thought about it, and immediately her eyes lit up, why didn't she think of it, yes, it would be convenient to string it into a skewer, but she was still thinking about what to use.

"You need to buy some bamboo skewers, you go to the market to see if there are any vendors selling sugar gourds, you can discuss with him to even, pay more copper coins, plus the cost of bamboo skewers, white flour, charcoal, oil, firewood, eight ribbon fish plus condiments, um......" Tan Wanqing's jade-like fingers against her forehead, frowning lightly, and her other hand slowly scratched and scratched on the paper, pondering for a long time.

"How's it going, Miss?" Although Ruizhu is literate, her abacus is not very good, and she is too lazy to use her brain, so she sits there and waits for the result calculated by the young lady.

"If you produce 400 pills at a time, 5 pills and 1 pill, 2 wen and a string, you will get 80 wen, and the cost will be about 30 wen." If you have a string of articles, the money you earn is not enough for hard work, even if you have two articles, the money is limited, although the result is expected, but it is still a little unsatisfactory.

"If you sell 40 bunches a day, you can make a net profit of 50 yuan." It's just that I don't know if the forty strings can be sold, Tan Wanqing put down the pen, and sighed in her heart, she was a little naïve, and she actually pinned her expectations on fish balls.

Now that I think about it, the poor military households would rather buy a bowl of noodles soup with soup and water and a full meal, rather than spend two yuan to buy a string of snacks with only five balls, which is very different from the capital, and she didn't think of it until now.

Fortunately, the raw materials are cheap.

Rui Zhu looked impatient, "Miss, if you sell forty strings, you will have fifty wen?" She immediately looked down and counted.

"Fangshi stove cakes are two pennies a piece, and they can be sold for four or five hundred pieces a day, and we also count them according to four hundred strings, and there are half taels of silver!" A day and a half taels, ten days is five taels, and isn't that a month fifteen taels of silver?

Seeing her excited, her eyes shining, and her ambitious appearance, Tan Wanqing rubbed the tail of her eyes with her fingers. If it is really so profitable, then does the mother-in-law who sells oven cakes still use the daily charcoal money? When Ruizhu saw its prosperity, he did not see its sorrow.

Tan Wanqing didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm, she reached out and took out a cotton pillow and put it on the warm pad, she just wanted to squint, but she also said vaguely: "The rice noodles here are more expensive, so let's make more and earn less as a pastime." But in my heart, I was already thinking of finding some other way out.

At this time, Ruizhu could not hear the meaning of the words, and saw that the young lady was sleepy and couldn't open her eyes, so she said: "Miss take a nap, I'll go to the Fang Market to buy bamboo sticks with balls and come back." After speaking, he slipped off the ground, and when he walked to the door, he saw that his young lady was already lying on the warm kang, dressed in a thin quilt, her ink hair was scattered, her breathing was slightly undulating, and she was sleeping soundly, so she couldn't help but go out lightly.

Needless to say, this is a toss-up.

Early in the morning of the second day, before dawn, Ruizhu remembered the stall, ran to the kitchen early to light the fire, Tan Wanqing could sleep, and then went into the kitchen together.

Although she knows that she can't make much money from octopus balls alone in Fang City, she can't think of other ways to make money for a while, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat, and thirty or fifty wen is better than nothing, even if she doesn't make any money, it won't cost much money, maybe it's not as bad as she thinks?

Ruizhu has already made several octopus balls, the technique has been extremely skillful, in order to save the charcoal fire for the roasting time, the eight ribbon fish has been fished out of the pot of hot water, and then cut into finely chopped rice, kneaded into general-sized balls, after oil, and then five strings, placed in a bamboo basket, wrapped in clean cotton cloth.

The charcoal is just heated to make it taste more delicious, and before going out, Ruizhu suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but sigh, and turned around and said: "Miss, the taper balls are really rude, it's better to give them an elegant and nice name." ”

Tan Wan's clear eyes flowed, recalling that when she made fish balls, the white balls were as red as jade, like jade seeds on a plate, and she said: "If people ask, call it jade burning." ”

"Tamako-yaki?" Ruizhu read it, and it was very smooth! Immediately happily went out with a bamboo basket.

When she came back in the evening, Tan Wanqing was slowly cleaning up the fallen leaves in the yard, and Ruizhu came in with a basket, looking as depressed as frosty eggplants.