In the spring of the first year of Jingyou, Wang Rouhua began to sell soup cakes in Bianjing City, with a bowl of soup cakes with ten wen and a bowl of dried soup cakes of thirty wen.

Although the price is more expensive, because of the large amount, the oil and water are sufficient, and the most rare thing is that a piece of fat meat is added to the soup cake, which makes it difficult to forget after eating.

I don't know how their meat is cooked, not to mention that it melts in the mouth, there is no unique smell of pork, and cheap things are made into a kind of golden taste, although it is not popular in Tokyo for a short time, but those men who carry the work in Shuiximen will ask for a bowl of dry soup cakes as usual after work, and only then go home after eating beautifully.

Yang Huaiyu usually does not come to the Seventh Brother Soup Cake Shop to eat.

A shed made of bamboo strips is also embarrassed to be called a shop?

The things that the Yang family fed the dogs were better than the bowl of soup cakes.

"My family's soup cake toppings are ancestral!" Wang Rouhua said.

Whoever asks for the recipe for cooking the meat, she will say that.

Yang Huaiyu was still surrounded by the brothers on the construction site and entered the Seventh Brother Soup Cake Shop.

Since he accidentally shot the drunkard Liu Aqi to death on a snowy night, he was convicted of homicide by Kaifeng Mansion, because he was duty, so he was spared the fate of the autumn duel, but the position of the imperial envoy disappeared.

Because he didn't want to be sent to Cangzhou Prison City, and he didn't want to tattoo a gold seal on his face, he decisively chose to serve in Shuiximen nearby.

He cursed the damn Liu Aqi in his dreams countless times, why couldn't this guy go one more step in the direction of the city wall?

Within ten steps, killing someone by himself will only be meritorious, and killing people outside ten steps is suspected of disregarding people's lives, and the position where Liu Aqi was nailed to the ground by the crossbow gun is only one or eleven steps away from the imperial city!

"Tiewang Clan, our Brother Yu is here, hurry up, serve six bowls of soup cakes to you, you have to dry, and the toppings must be enough!"

Chen Shi, the leader of Shuiximen, shouted at the Tiewang clan who was busy, and then found an empty table to settle Yang Huaiyu.

"Brother Yu'er should not underestimate the simplicity of this shop, the soup cakes made by the mother-in-law here are not ambiguous, I have eaten the soup cakes for so many years, and the soup cakes in this house can be called the first."

Yang Huaiyu glanced at the Tiewang clan who was looking at him and said coldly: "After eating, I know that my soup cake should add more onions and garlic." Don't go green. ”

Wang Rouhua was a little puzzled, she felt that the thief who was sitting in the middle seemed to have seen it, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Then she put it to her heart, and these days there is an endless stream of people who come to eat soup cakes, and whoever remembers those faces, turns around and goes to give them down.

Tie Xinyuan, who had a rope tied to his foot, was very happy to see Yang Huaiyu come in, God, I finally have the opportunity to put mushrooms into this guy's rice bowl......

He was not worried at all that others would suspect his small shop, he had tested it with a chicken, and the time for mushrooms to attack on chickens was the time of a pillar of incense, if calculated according to the dosage and the size of the person, grab a handful of mushroom powder and put it in Yang Huaiyu's rice bowl, the time of the attack would be at least two hours later.

Two hours later, who would have suspected that it was eating food from his own shop that caused him to go crazy?

Mushrooms have the effect of improving freshness, Tie Xinyuan walked towards the stove with a cruel smile, he assured that the bowl of noodles that Yang Huaiyu ate would definitely be more delicious than the noodles eaten by others......

Mother was adding toppings to other bowls of noodles, and the remaining five bowls of noodles were in front of her, and Yang Huaiyu's vision was blocked by the stove, and it was a good time to poison them.

With a "chirp", Tie Xinyuan fell to the ground, and the mushroom powder in his hand was sprinkled on the ground...... The rope on his feet was tight......

One step, just one step away from putting the mushrooms into Yang Huaiyu's bowl......

Wang Rouhua saw that her son had fallen, so she hurriedly picked him up, and saw that his palms were covered with some inexplicable foam, thinking that it was stained with soil, so she put his little hands in a basin and washed them, and then put the obedient son who was silent again into a small basin with a mattress, and tied the rope on Tie Xinyuan's feet a little shorter, so as not to run to the stove again.

Tie Xinyuan held his chin with two hands depressedly, and watched Yang Huaiyu gobble up the soup cake and throw the coarse porcelain bowl on the table, and said very rudely, "It's very ordinary." ”

Then he threw down a pile of copper and walked away surrounded by the gang leader Chen Shi and others.

Before the sun set, Wang Rouhua's noodles had already been sold out, and she said unwillingly to the customers who came to the door: "Tomorrow the store will prepare more soup cakes, I can't help it today." ”

The guests muttered and left, Wang Rouhua also put the cage pot stove on the chicken bus, and then carried Tie Xinyuan on her back, and the mother and son returned to their home at the foot of the imperial city with the bustling crowd.

The fox waited at the door early, and when he saw Wang Rouhua and Tie Xinyuan coming back, his tail hair rose excitedly, and even if he jumped up and down excitedly, he still did not leave the city wall ten steps away.

The chicken cart was pushed to the door of the house, Wang Rouhua was not in the mood to go and unload everything, so she hurriedly carried the money bag and entered the house, counting the harvest of the day every day is the happiest thing of the day.

Mother was busy counting the money, the little fox lay on Tie Xinyuan's shoulder and kept licking it with his tongue, Tie Xinyuan pushed the fox aside irritably, this guy had a smell of roast mutton in his mouth today, smelled the taste, and added a lot of spices to it.

In the Great Song Dynasty, spices are very expensive, so expensive that ordinary people can't afford to eat them, whether it's pepper or star anise, I heard that only distant overseas can grow, and the Great Song Dynasty can't be found locally.

Whether it was a sea ship or a camel caravan, after the spices were sent to the Great Song Dynasty, spices became equivalent to copper coins.

Wang Rouhua couldn't afford to buy so many spices, so she could only buy a little bit of each for experimentation, so the fox volunteered to go to the palace to get it......

Mother didn't understand why the meat she cooked in ordinary braised soup was so delicious, and she habitually attributed all these things to the blessing of the seventh brother.

After counting the money, the mother finally felt tired, she gritted her teeth and carried the tools of business home, washed them, picked up a bowl of thick millet porridge from the stove, tore up the cooking cakes, soaked them in it, and served them to her son, and then fell down on the bed to rest.

Tie Xinyuan ate millet porridge and cakes without a bite, his mother was snoring happily, and the fox lost interest when he smelled Tie Xinyuan's rice bowl, and lay at his feet and buried his mouth in his tail to sleep.

After eating, Tie Xinyuan washed his wooden bowl and put it on the table, and then took out a large bag of spices from under the bed and carefully sorted them.

Mother's sleep routine is to sleep for an hour, there is no firewood in the stove, Tie Xinyuan added a little firewood to the stove, the boiled soup in the cauldron began to boil, Tie Xinyuan kicked the fox, the fox jumped on the pot with the spice bag in his mouth, and threw the seasoning into the cauldron, he has done this kind of work many times.

The light of the fire shone brightly on Tie Xinyuan's face, and a child's immature face continued to appear with various expressions that only adults have.

There was no revenge on Yang Huaiyu today, which made him have to re-examine the conditions he had, this thing was too reckless, and he did it almost as soon as his brain was hot.

It is conceivable that once something happens to Yang Huaiyu, the Yang Mansion will definitely not give up, even if the Seventh Brother Soup and Cake Shop is not suspected, it is likely to be accidentally injured by the huge Yang Mansion.

Mother wanted to use this small shop to support her mother and son, but once it was destroyed, Tie Xinyuan didn't dare to think how sad she would be.

Eagle strikes the sky, that is something that only adult eagles can do, and the eaglet should obediently put away its minions before its feathers have grown.

With a faint sigh, Tie Xinyuan handed the fox a small bag of mushroom powder in his stomach pocket, and the fox ran out quickly with the small bag in his mouth, it will definitely hide this thing well, this is its natural instinct.

"Little girl,

Wake up early in the morning,

Carrying his pants to the hut.

What should I do if there are people in the thatched house?

I had to pee in my pants......"

Tie Xinyuan hummed an unknown song softly, trying not to become depressed, and kept adding firewood to the stove, and the braised soup had to be boiled and sterilized on a large fire before simmering over low heat.

My mother didn't understand why her bag of spices took so long, and she didn't know that new ingredients had to be added to the soup, whether it was a former noble girl or a later peasant woman, she didn't understand the role of spices.

The firewood in the stove gradually went out, and there was an extremely strong smell of braised soup wafting in the room, Tie Xinyuan opened the door to let the fragrance dissipate as soon as possible, and the tired mother was likely to wake up soon, and she would be frightened once she found out that her son had done so many things.

Sitting on the threshold and watching the fox sniff east and west, looking for the baby he needs, Tie Xinyuan, the snail child, was in a much better mood.

The current responsibility is to make the mother who has suffered many disasters more than anything else......

Wang Rouhua rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed, sniffing her nose and feeling a little puzzled, there was still a little fragrance in the room that had not dissipated, she jumped up and touched the still hot braised pot, lifted the lid and smelled it, her face was full of intoxication.

Seeing his son sitting alone on the threshold watching the fox play, he carried him in and put him in the bed where he had just slept and still had residual warmth.

Tie Xinyuan proudly pointed to the cleaned dishes and spoons on the table to ask his mother for credit, Wang Rouhua looked at the clean bowls and spoons and kissed him heavily on the cheek and said: "Good good cub, whose one-year-old child has my son sensible." ”

In addition to going to the market to do business, she rarely communicates with outsiders, and the most people on the side of Xishuimen are those porters and soldiers, and no one will talk to her about children, therefore, Tie Xinyuan's various strangeness, she thinks it is logical, in the heart of a mother, my son should be so smart! PS: Continuing our immortal topic, asking for collections, asking for recommendations - ahhhh