The winter days are short, and the chickens have to crow several times before the sun peels off the night, mixed with the cold wind, and the morning light slowly comes.

The servant opened the door in a trembling manner and poured a basin of washing water on the door, at this time, a panting, housekeeper-like man came quickly, and he asked, "Is the young lady up?" ”

The next man said: "Get up, I will accompany the old man to the side of Bijia Mountain in a while, and make a decision for the silkworm farmers, the winter will be almost over, and the spring silkworms will not be delayed..."

As he was talking, Zhang Huiyun, who was wrapped in a plain black cloak and a little capable between his eyebrows, had already walked out, and said in surprise: "Steward Song, why are you here, but what happened to the embroidery workshop?" ”

Steward Song hung two big black bags under his eyes, with a little anxiety, and when he saw Zhang Huiyun appear, he stretched his brows, bowed slightly, and said: "Miss, I'm afraid that the batch of orders you sent over five days ago can't be completed, the pattern is too complicated, the work is too detailed, and the embroidery workers of our Zhangjia Embroidery Workshop can't do it, I'm afraid that it will be a trivial matter to break the contract at that time, and it will be a big matter if you smash the signboard of our Zhangjia Embroidery Workshop..."

Zhang Huiyun frowned: "Have you let Ah Qiao try it?" I've seen Ah Qiao's embroidery, and it shouldn't be difficult for her. ”

Speaking of Ah Qiao, Steward Song's face suddenly fell, as if he was holding back a fire in his belly, and he was stunned for a moment and said: "She is the teacher you dialed over, usually my old Song doesn't dare to say anything about her, and she has been here for more than ten days, not only has she not taught the embroiderers the slightest bit, but she has not even seen her much..."

Zhang Huiyun breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it wasn't Ah Qiao, it must be that these people didn't get along well, Steward Song came to his place to complain, and said with a slight smile: "Uncle Song, you and Ah Qiao are the old men of our Zhang family, you can't drop the chain at this critical time, this batch of embroidery is a great opportunity for our Zhangjia embroidery to become famous, but where to get the list from the famous embroidery village in the capital."

Well done, it is not a problem for our embroidery workshop to expand ten times more, and it can also hit the fame to the capital, and it can't get along with the money, isn't it, Ah Qiao is a person with real skills, and the waste material process she embroidered is much higher than the requirements of this order. ”

"But..."Steward Song's chest was tight, and he didn't think that this case would not be completed, but instead made the young lady think that it was his own.

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Another three days have passed, and Liu Xiang's leprosy plaster seems to be sticking to Qiao Yue, and he can't get rid of it no matter how he rushes.

He has no long things, but he has a mouth that can eat and choose, and what he eats can always taste when he falls into his mouth.

The "quadrangular" Qiao Yue sent by the strange man studied it for three days, but fortunately, in order to teach Qiao Meng to read, he learned a lot of words from Zhao Qi, and he could barely understand it.

Qiao Yue's favorite poems in it have memorized a lot of them with her heart, but the poems have never been able to make money quickly and solve urgent needs, so she can only shift her attention to the recipes.

After trying Liu Xiang's mouth, coupled with the novelty of the various dishes in the "Quadrang", and the detailed division of the different tastes of people from the north and south, Qiao Yuezhi has a lot of confidence in the restaurant she is about to open.

You don't have to choose how to choose the location, it is very good at the entrance of the village, it is the only way to enter and exit the west gate of Qizhou City, and it is the official road, and there are many people who come and go.

When it's hot, there are people in the village who set up temporary tea shops somewhere, and people who come and go here to rest, wash off their fatigue and enter the city in good spirits.

The shop is very simple, build a stove, prop up a few bamboo poles, put three or two old tables and chairs, even if Qiao Yue's simple food shop is built, these three days have done so many things.

Qiao Yue's restaurant opened on the first day today, but Liu Xiang made Qiao Yue very angry, he didn't know how to cook and cook, and he didn't help attract customers, he just entered Qizhou City in a puff of smoke, and he had already disappeared.

The official road was very lively a year ago, and after the heavy snowfall, there were many people coming in and out.

The shop opened, and just after the morning dawn, a carriage came to meet in the dust.

The coachman greeted the old man and the young grandfather and grandson, and then pulled the carriage to the side, squatted on the wheel and nibbled on the cold steamed bun, no longer paying attention to Qiao Yue's food shop.

Xu was very hungry after traveling overnight, and the child who came over picked up a piece of snack on the table and put it in his mouth.

"Shopkeeper, here are two bowls of hot rice porridge." The old man with a three-inch white beard and a full body of gentleness said softly.

As soon as his voice stopped, he found that the children around him had already eaten a piece of snack, and were holding the second piece and putting it in their mouths, with a face full of intoxication and enjoyment.

The old man frowned, and his wrinkled eyes gave off a glimmer of shock.

His grandson's oldest fire is eating, and usually in order to let him eat, he always has to talk about it with a whole family to eat two mouthfuls of rice porridge.

The doctor diagnosed anorexia and was cured for two years, but it didn't get better, and he could only boil some ginseng and other big tonic and quietly put some in the water to reluctantly trick him into drinking.

"Your two bowls of rice porridge."

Qiao Yue brought rice porridge and stepped aside.

One, two, three... After a while, all the five pieces of dim sum that Qiao Yue placed on the table were eaten by the child.

The folds on the old man's face were all laughing together, and even the rice porridge that Qiao Yue brought over forgot to eat, he stared at the child and said excitedly, "Are you full?" ”

The child licked his fingers: "Anything else?" ”

The old man was overjoyed, and looked at the dim sum on the other table with some surprise, looked at Qiao Yue and pointed: "Can I ask for this?" ”

Qiao Yue smiled: "Yes, it's not anything valuable, it's just a pumpkin pie, just a casual meal." ”

"Pumpkin pie? Can pumpkin also be made into cakes? ”

The old man took another plate of fried and browned pumpkin pie in his hand, and curiously sniffed a faint pumpkin fragrance.

This fragrance, this color, even if the old man's identity is not ordinary, there is an urge to put the snack in his hand in his mouth.

When he turned around again, the old man was so startled that he almost dropped the plate in his hand to the ground.

I saw that when he was talking to Qiao Yue just now, the child had already finished drinking a rice porridge and was pulling his neck and burping.

The old man's hands began to tremble, which completely subverted his understanding, and he subconsciously asked, "Hao'er, is it delicious?" ”

The child put down the bowl: "Well, it's very fragrant and fragrant, and it's better than all the food in the house." ”

The old man put down the plate in his hand and began to study the rice porridge in front of him curiously, as if this humble restaurant was shrouded in a fog, and from the moment he walked in here, all the qiē began to be abnormal.

PS: I know that there are very few officials, so I weakly ask for a recommendation ticket, and add a bookshelf ~~~

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