Lin Yu didn't expect it to be written by him! Thinking that day at the market, I was in a hurry to go back to the stall to sell pastries, and vaguely heard Uncle Qi say, "Today, you praise him for his good writing, if he is here, he must say something 'get a confidant' or something." It turned out that the "writing" he was talking about was really writing a book, not "copying a book" as he said before.

"The name of the contemptible person is 'Qianli', and the word 'Zhiyuan' is also." Qi Qianli replied.

Lin Yu looked at the begonia tree in the courtyard again, and remembered that there was also a story about the begonia flower fairy who sacrificed himself to save others.

In the story, the hero Luo Song's wife Zhen Niang is seriously ill, Luo Song never gives up, and finally moved the begonia flower demon in the yard, the flower demon takes advantage of Luo Song's efforts to go out to make money every day, and enters the house to feed the real mother rootless nectar, which is something that the flower demon has accumulated for nearly a thousand years, absorbing countless essences of the sun and the moon. Zhenniang's illness got better a little bit, and Luo Song thought that the medicine prescribed recently had an effect. Later, Luo Song inadvertently found that the begonia trees in his yard were becoming less and less energetic, and the leaves were drooping, but he was busy taking care of his wife and didn't care. Finally one day, Luo Song returned home because of something temporary, and the flower demon greatly reduced his mana because of the healing of the real mother, and he didn't perceive Luo Song, and the two met like this. Luo Song also finally knew the flower demon's feelings for him. But the flower demon did not want to destroy the marriage between Luo Song and Zhenniang, and still went to treat Zhenniang every day until Zhenniang recovered.

"I remember there was a chapter in the book about the begonia tree."

Qi Qianli looked back at the begonias in his yard and said, "At that time, the begonia trees at home had no spirit due to lack of water, so I wrote this section to place hope. ”

"Oh, the stuff has arrived, it's time for me to go." Lin Yu suddenly felt a little uneasy. At the end of the story, Zhenniang's illness was cured, but the flower demon lost hundreds of years of cultivation. Zhenniang never knew about this, but in Luo Song's heart, she always left the pink and white shadow of the flower demon.

Is Luo Song's treatment of real mothers love? Or is it true to treat the begonia flower demon? If Luo Song is Qi Qianli himself, then when he was taking care of his seriously ill wife, did he ever want to give up for a moment?

The first day, he sifted through jujube paste, bean paste and other things, and early the next morning, Lin Yu got up and started making pastries. Jing Hao set forty, and Lin Yu made four things, and because the materials were complete, they were ready in a while.

After breakfast, Lin Yu added some firewood to the bottom of the pot with the heat in the pot, fried the remaining white noodles, and after frying, rolled out the small dough, and then heated the oil in the pot, and put the cooked noodles in it and stir-fried. After serving, fry the chopped pecans, pine nuts, melon seeds and black and white sesame seeds in a pan. Finally, they were mixed with the fried noodles, and the aroma filled the room.

Hearing a knock on the door outside, Lin Yu went out and lured Jing Hao and Tianxing in.

"Miss Lin, what is delicious to make? It smells so good! Tianxing sniffed vigorously and sighed.

Lin Yu smiled, put the finished oil tea noodles into two bowls, flushed the hot water in the kettle, and brought it to the two of them. "It's vulgar at home, there's no tea, so let's try my fried oil tea."

Jing Hao sat at the wall of fire and didn't move. Tianxing took it, put it on the wall of fire, picked it up and blew it on himself, and took a sip. "Hmm! It smells so good! ”

After a while, Lin Yu wrapped the pastry, took it in and handed it to Tianxing. I saw that not only Tianxing, but also Jing Hao's bowl was empty.

"There are four kinds of dim sum."

"Hmm. Tianxing, give the next order. Jing Hao saw Lin Yu's eyes fall on his empty bowl for a moment, so he was slightly embarrassed, and quickly asked Tianxing to give money.

"No need. I should have made the dim sum last time, but I didn't do it, so I don't need money this time to make up for my mistakes. "Lin Yu is here quickly.

"No, we don't care, and we don't miss the money."

"It's not a matter of whether you care about it or not, it's a matter of the integrity of doing business." Lin Yu said, "I have to do what I promised people, I didn't do it, it's my fault, I must be responsible." ”

Seeing that Lin Yu was serious, Jing Hao's gaze couldn't help but fluctuate a little. After pondering for a moment, Fang said: "The oil tea just now is very delicious." ”

"If Young Master Jing likes it, take some back."

This time, Jing Hao didn't mean to talk to her about money anymore. Lin Yu wrapped all the freshly cooled camellia noodles to her.

"If you're hungry in the morning, at noon, or in the middle of the night, it's a good idea to drink some boiling water. Depending on your personal taste, you can also add some sugar or salt to it, and it tastes very good. Lin Yu explained.

"Thank you!" Jing Hao said sincerely.

In the afternoon, Lin Yu went to the street to stock some nuts, hawthorns, jujubes, glutinous rice and other things, and bought some rice, preparing to go home to improve his food. Just because the north of the capital is not suitable for the growth of rice, this rice and glutinous rice are very expensive in the north, much more expensive than meat. In modern times, Lin Yu is also from the north, her home is still a commercial grain base, and she has been used to eating rice since she was a child. However, if she wants to eat fine grains, she still has to make money, otherwise, if she eats rice for a month or two, she will be poor.

However, there is definitely not such a big market for just making pastries. Liyun County is close to Hushan Country, it is said that Hushan Country is close to their Tianzhe Kingdom The border is all continuous high mountains, but further north, there is a vast prairie, and the people of their country, half of them live by water and grass, and half live by fishing and hunting, they are all very vulgar, and rarely spend money to eat such fine snacks. It's okay, you can open the market if you want to. The key is that with his own efforts, the pastries he made can't be kept for so long, and he can't be sold to Hushan Kingdom. And if she only relies on Liyun County, then she is currently a barely well-fed life, and when she is exhausted, I am afraid that this ability to make a living will no longer allow her to live well.

Out of the rice shop, Lin Yu was a little gloomy by this idea of his own. Walking on the street, you can't help but feel a little discouraged.

"Felt! Excellent felt! Sell it cheaply! ”

Suddenly, an awkward Chinese dialect came into Lin Yu's ears! Felt! In Liyun County, there are still people who sell this?

No wonder Lin Yu is curious, the felt thing is gathered outside the tent by the herdsmen. If you are in the south, it is good to make a bed in winter, and it is cold and warm. But in the north, especially in mountain towns like theirs, few people use felt. Because the kang in the house is burning hot, the walls are thick, and the roof is either thick thatch, or thick thatch is pressed under the tiled house. Cotton curtains will be nailed to the windows and doors when it is cold, and those things are worthless and forbidden to wind. There is really no place for this felt. But there are people selling felt here today?

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Mu Shengyue's is so funny! The fine military lady went berserk, is it just a bombardment?!