"I know you have a thick family, but I can't stand your squandering like this!"

Song Jingshu looked like an elder, and educated Zhou Youan seriously, "In these years, there is a way to solve my problem without using silver." ”

"Oh? Tell me about it? ”

Zhou Youan was interested.

Song Jingshu smiled mysteriously and gave out all his methods.

After listening to his words, Zhou Youan's face no longer knew what words to use to describe it.

Because, there was both stunned, shock, surprise, and even speechlessness on his face......

"What have you been thinking about all day?"

Zhou Youan was embarrassed.

Song Jingshu's meaning was to ask Zhou Youan to make a small cart for her, and she pushed the cart to sell at the gate of Zhou's house.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Youan couldn't help frowning.

In Ningwu Town, there are also many small vendors pushing carts to sell, but most of them are selling in the streets and alleys. And when they all get up in the morning, they are pushing carts to sell soy milk fritters or something in the streets and alleys, and the streets and alleys are full of the shouts of small vendors.

And the Zhou family has issued a strict order to prohibit all vendors from selling near Zhou's house.

Now Song Jingshu actually proposed that she want to sell at the gate of the Zhou family?

Isn't this a slap in the face of Zhou Youan?!

Seeing that Zhou Youan seemed to be displeased, Song Jingshu hurriedly leaned over and said in a low voice, "Young master, think about it, this is a deal that only makes money and doesn't lose money!" ”

"It's useless to say more, it's better to prove it with practical actions."

Song Jingshu rolled up his sleeves, "You will wait early tomorrow morning, and watch me prepare a table of colorful and novel breakfast for you!" ”

In order to get Zhou Youan's approval, Song Jingshu thought that Ming'er had a tough battle to fight, so he immediately went back to the house to rest, planning to rest before he had the energy.

Before dawn the next day, after hearing the rooster crow, Song Jingshu got up.

At this time, in the large kitchen, the mother-in-law was busy for breakfast.

There are also nearly 100 people in the Zhou family, and three meals a day are extremely laborious.

After Song Jingshu said hello sweetly, she asked for a lot of ingredients from her mother-in-law, and excitedly returned to Zhou Youan's yard.

The small kitchen was darkly lit, and after she lit the candles, she found that the kitchen was quite tidy.

I think it's because even if the small kitchen is not used much, it is often cleaned.

Song Jingshu quickly prepared a breakfast menu, planning to give Zhou Youan a bowl of hot and fragrant beef rice noodles, and then steam a drawer of sauce-flavored xiaolongbao, which is enough for him to reminisce all morning!

In the Zhou family, rice noodles are usually used for cold bean sprouts, and no one has ever used them as a staple food.

Song Jingshu first prepared the ingredients to boil the beef, soaked the rice noodles in water, and then began to knead the dough and steam the buns.

Fortunately, the mother-in-law in the big kitchen had already made noodles, and she pinched a big ball only to come back and knead the tenacity, and then she could wrap the buns directly.

The steamed bun stuffing is also meat taken from the kitchen mother-in-law.

After Song Jingshu chopped the meat into meat filling, he added seasonings one by one, stirred evenly, and began to roll out the dough and knead the buns.

After a while, the beef broth in the pot was boiling, gurgling and simmering, giving off bursts of mouth-watering aroma.

Song Jingshu was hooked and swallowed saliva.

God knows how long it has been since she has eaten beef rice noodles, and she misses this greatness very much.

Seeing that the beef was cooked, Song Jingshu put the xiaolongbao into the steaming drawer.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and there were already maids cleaning the yard outside, Bizhu lowered her voice and reprimanded them, "You little hooves who don't have the eyesight to see, can't you make a soft sound?" The young master slept late last night, don't wake up the young master! ”

Bizhu's words, these maids all complied, and hurriedly slowed down the cleaning action.

Although Song Jingshu didn't like Bizhu, she also knew that she was for Zhou You's good.

Last night, Zhou You's stability was for her shop, so she slept so late.

Song Jingshu was not a person who didn't know what to do, so he sat behind the stove and lit the fire without disturbing Zhou Youan.

The smell coming from the kitchen provoked the little maids to look in.

Even Bizhu was a little surprised.

The kitchenette is hardly used, and there are puffs of cooking smoke wafting from the roof, and the kitchen is filled with the mouth-watering scent...... It was a strange fragrance that she had never smelled before.

Bizhu couldn't help but raise her feet and walked into the kitchen, only to see Song Jingshu busy burning the fire behind the stove, and couldn't help but sink her face.

"Miss Song doesn't regard herself as a guest of the Zhou family, but regards the Zhou family as her own home!"

Bizhu squeezed Song Jingshu as soon as she opened her mouth, and the implication was to scold her unconsciously.

"I just gave you this sentence."

Thinking of Fang Cai Bizhu reprimanding the maids with a straight face, those maids treated her as if she was the young grandmother of the Zhou family, Song Jingshu felt a little angry in her heart for no reason, and couldn't help but say coldly, "What's wrong with me using the small kitchen?" It was agreed by Zhou Youan. ”

"If you have any dissatisfaction or questions, just ask your young master."

Song Jingshu stood up, dusted off the hem of her skirt, didn't look at Bizhu, walked to the stove, opened the steaming drawer and took a xiaolongbao to eat.

Bizhu frowned, and finally went out with a cold snort.

After a while, hearing Bizhu say that the young master had woken up and asked someone to come in and serve the young master to freshen up, Song Jingshu hurriedly boiled the water in the pot.

After everything was ready, Zhou Youan had already freshened up and came out.

"Zhou Youan! Come here! ”

Song Jingshu stood at the door of the small kitchen and beckoned to him.

Seeing the bright smile on her face, Zhou Youan couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

From a distance, he smelled the appetizing fragrance, and Zhou Youan couldn't help but ask, "Did you really make breakfast?" ”

"Am I going to lie to you?"

Song Jingshu tilted her head and glanced at him, with a playful expression, "You come in and taste it." ”

She dragged Zhou You'an into the small kitchen, handed him a pair of chopsticks, and took out the xiaolongbao in the steaming drawer, "How about you taste it?" ”

"Just eat here?"

Zhou Youan looked at her in surprise.

Where is the reason for eating in the kitchen?

"Why can't you eat it here? The mothers-in-law in the kitchen, don't they all eat in the kitchen? ”

Song Jingshu patted his arm and urged, "How about you taste it, I'll give you hot rice noodles." ”

Unable to resist Song Jingshu's urging, coupled with the attractive fragrance of this small and delicate bun, Zhou Youan moved his chopsticks.

A fresh and smooth meat aroma filled the tip of his tongue, and Zhou Youan couldn't help but nod appreciatively, "Well, the taste is extremely delicious!" ”

"Delicious, right? You wait. ”

After getting Zhou Youan's affirmative answer, Song Jingshu was immediately full of energy.

She put the soaked rice noodles in a colander and began to blanch them in the boiling water.

Zhou Youan was surprised by her movements, and asked dumbfounded, "Can rice noodles still be eaten hot?" ”