Seeing that Zhou Youan had already sat down, Song Jingshu hurriedly walked over and leaned into his ear and explained, "Young master, I'm just joking with you." ”

"Young Master Ben is not joking with you."

Zhou Youan glanced at her seriously.

As the leader of Ningwu Town, the people in the town can not know Kochi County and Gao Yue, but no one does not know Zhou Youan.

When the wonton stall owner saw Zhou You'an coming, his face was stunned, and after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly stepped forward and said excitedly, "Young Master Zhou, I'm afraid there is dust on this bench, you stand up first, and I'll wipe it for you." ”

As he spoke, he kept wiping the table in front of Zhou Youan with his sleeve.

Listening to the boss talking to Zhou Youan, his tone couldn't help but be respectful and excited, and Song Jingshu felt a little complicated in his heart.

This is true of society in all times.

The rich and powerful are the masters, and the low-level people who have no power and no power can only grovel to please.

Song Jingshu had a little pantothenic acid on the tip of his nose, and said to the wonton stall owner, "No need to wipe it, we will do it ourselves, you can go and get busy with yours." ”

Zhou Youan's eyes sank, and he looked at Song Jingshu meaningfully, "A bowl of wontons, is it enough to eat?" ”

Song Jingshu, who was sad because of his emotion, was just immersed in his emotions, and was amused by Zhou Youan's words, "Zhou Youan, what do you mean?" You mean, I eat a lot like a pig on weekdays. ”

"Almost."

Zhou Youan did not deny it, and smiled faintly.

The owner of the wonton stall was also excited, the young master of the Zhou family would actually come to his stall to eat wontons, and the people who made the wontons were trembling......

Until he heard the conversation between the two, the wonton stall owner couldn't help but chuckle.

After coming back to his senses, the wonton stall owner looked shocked, glanced at Zhou Youan cautiously, and hurriedly continued to make wontons.

Song Jingshu decided not to talk to Zhou Youan anymore, otherwise she would really be angry with him.

This guy is now more and more sharp-toothed, and his mouth is badly damaged, so it's better not to talk to him.

Soon, 20,000 steaming fresh wontons were served, Song Jingshu smelled the taste, and immediately began to eat with his index finger.

In such an environment, Zhou Youan is really difficult to swallow.

But seeing that Song Jingshu was eating fragrantly, Zhou Youan couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks and began to eat.

Because passers-by saw that Zhou Youan was actually eating a street stall, soon the pedestrians gathered and stood not far away to watch the two eat wontons with great interest.

Song Jingshu had never been watched like this, and at this time, she felt like a monkey in a zoo, and she began to feel a little uncomfortable.

The excited expressions of these people are clearly expressing: the shock and excitement of capturing the young master of the Zhou family alive to eat a roadside stall.

Song Jingshu's movements slowed down.

Sensing her discomfort and the increasing number of people around her, Zhou You'an put down his chopsticks, took out the Jinpa in his arms, wiped his mouth elegantly, left a silver ingot for the wonton stall owner, and led Song Jingshu Shi Shiran to get up and leave, "No need to look for it." ”

Zhou Youan left a sentence lightly.

The owner of the wonton stall suddenly burst into tears with excitement, and couldn't stop giving his hands to the two, "Thank you Young Master Zhou, thank you Young Master Zhou!" ”

Song Jingshu was led away by Zhou You'an, and whispered, "Zhou You'an, you are really a waste, your bowl of wontons has hardly been touched, it's a pity." ”

"Pity? Didn't I give him silver? ”

Zhou Youan glanced at her in some surprise.

"I'm not talking about the wonton stand owner."

Song Jingshu rolled her eyes helplessly, "This is what your young master who has never suffered said before, I mean, it's a shame to waste food, but it's a pity that the bowl of wontons!" ”

"We're all far away, do we have to go back and eat it?"

Seeing Song Jingshu teach him a serious lesson, Zhou Youan touched his nose with a little weakness, what she said seemed to be very reasonable......

"You're not full yet, are you?"

Thinking of Song Jingshu's big appetite, Zhou Youan changed the topic and said, "There is a steamed bun shop not far ahead, the taste is very delicious, this young master will take you to taste it." ”

At the moment of food, Song Jingshu was quickly attracted to the attention and followed Zhou Youan's footsteps to the steamed bun shop.

When the two of them returned to Zhou's house in a leisurely manner, it was almost noon.

Originally, Zhou Youan and Song Jingshu didn't take a small house when they went out, but after shopping around, Song Jingshu bought a lot of things, and a grim-looking man appeared out of nowhere, helped them send things back to Zhou's house and disappeared.

Looking at the man's dress, he didn't look like a little servant of the Zhou family.

But his attitude towards Zhou Youan was still very respectful, and Song Jingshu couldn't help but guess, could it be that this person was the legendary secret guard?

Bizhu looked at Song Jingshu and bought a big bag of things, and couldn't help but scold in her heart: It's a loser woman! If this continues, sooner or later, the young master's family will be ruined.

I don't know if their young master is blind or what's going on, why he was hooked by Song Jingshu, a little slut, and no one even remembers his surname!

However, Zhou Youan protected Song Jingshu, and now Bizhu didn't dare to offend Song Jingshu again.

Otherwise, Zhou Youan would be displeased and sell her, and the gains would outweigh the losses.

Although Zhou Youan had no feelings for her, he also rejected her clearly. But in Bizhu's opinion, staying in the Zhou family will give him a glimmer of hope, and sooner or later he will find an opportunity to become the woman of his young master.

If it is really sold, there is really no chance at all......

The radishes and peppers under the eaves had been drained, and Song Jingshu took out a clean handkerchief, wiped the radishes and peppers one by one, and placed them neatly in the dustpan.

The salt water has long since cooled.

Glancing at the sun in the sky, Song Jingshu went to turn over the beans again and began to make kimchi.

She cut the white radish and carrot into thumb-sized strips, put them in a pickle jar that was cleaned and dried with water, and put garlic, chili peppers, star anise and other large ingredients into it, and spread a few large pieces of rock sugar on top.

Then, pour the cooled salt water into it, cover it with rock sugar, and close the lid.

Outside this pickle jar, there is also a lid for water.

After pouring water into the lid to prevent air from entering the kimchi jar, Song Jingshu struggled to pick up the kimchi jar and put it in the corner, and after a few days of fermentation, it could be eaten.

She clapped her hands and looked at the pickle jar expectantly.

Originally, she thought that there was no kimchi jar here, only a small jar for water and things.

Who knows, I even bought a kimchi jar.

Ordinary small jars cannot be used to soak kimchi, but this kind of kimchi jar with a lid can do.

At that time, Zhou Youan was still very puzzled, and after hearing Song Jingshu's explanation, his doubts were slightly solved, but new doubts arose.

Why did Song Jingshu know so much, something he hadn't even heard of?!

Songjia Village, is it really so different from the customs and habits of Ningwu Town?!