After the morning, the noodle factory is a busy scene, a dozen cauldrons of hot soup in a row, the mist is almost unclear to see people, seven or eight fine shirtless, only on the neck with a chest guard of the man will throw the raw noodles into the cauldron, with a big bamboo claw fence keep pulling, until the color of the noodles is slightly yellow, then pick up a large pot of noodles, put on the board behind him, behind him is responsible for the next process of the person holding a long bamboo chopsticks to keep stirring the half-cooked noodles, while pouring the fragrant sesame oil into it, There are also two people pulling back and forth the sail-like objects hanging on the beams of the house, fanning the wind back and forth, and the heat of the noodles spreads with the wind. In the summer weather, although it was early in the morning, the whole room was still hot.

"What about you, the newcomer, hey, do you know the rules, you are not allowed to be shirtless, is it yours or me when you are hot when you dust your noodles? And you, Zhao is confused, sesame oil can't be more or less, less noodles don't disperse, more materials, you put two spoonfuls at once, and the more you give will be deducted from your salary? And you, you, you, all for me to remember, must be half-cooked, what is called half-cooked, the noodles are cut off to see, the outside is yellow, the heart is white, this is called half-cooked, and then back to a pot, the strength is just right, and the spirit and toughness, the taste is in place, how many times have you been taught, the pigs have learned. A crisp sound like a burst of beans sounded like a cannon, familiar with each process to report, everyone's work at hand, such as the arm command of a room of big men in an orderly manner, and the conductor of this person leaned against the door, while knocking melon seeds, while only moving his mouth and not hands, this person is Zong Yanzi, but at this moment Yanzi is no longer the little girl who is cowering behind Simao, but a majestic, shrewd and neat little boss.

At this moment, a person broke in: "Yanzi, Simao replied." ”

Yanzi looked at it, it was Ma Qinghu, she turned her head to the master who hit the head and said, "Li Tou, keep an eye on it." ”

"Come on, don't worry, Boss Zong, you can rest assured that you will meet your lover, we will do a good job......" The master shouted, and everyone followed suit, and the whistles and strange screams rang out.

"What are you talking about, can you dog spit out ivory in his mouth?" Yanzi glared at the helpers angrily, turned his head and walked out of the workshop, while Ma Qinghu followed closely behind, unable to tell what the expression was on his face.

Yanzi walked out of the door of the workshop and entered the courtyard, and before Ma Qinghu could stand firm, he asked, "What did Brother Simao say?" ”

"I didn't see his person, but Simao sent someone to deliver a letter to me, leaving only one sentence, saying not to meet for the time being, the farther away from us at the moment, the safer we will be."

Yanzi was stunned for a long time, suddenly bit his lip, and walked his feet out: "I'll look for him to ......"

Ma Qinghu dragged Yanzi: "Simao specially asked that person to tell me, if you have to go to him, let me stop you, say that your life is at stake, so you don't play petty." ”

"What kind of little character am I playing, he said it lightly, give me the whole store, go out by yourself and be happy, I don't blame him for not taking care of him when I go out, but everyone has returned to his mouth, and he is mixed in the Chunniang teahouse all day long, and he doesn't even see us, what does he want to do?" After the swallow erupted, it finally couldn't hold back its tears. Ma Qinghu was not comforted on the side, nor was he not comforted, he was silent for a long time, handed Yanzi a handkerchief, and said brightly: "If you have something to say, don't cry......"

Yanzi stomped his foot hatefully: "If you don't go, you won't go, what's the big deal." As he spoke, he turned around and left, leaving Ma Qinghu alone in the courtyard in a daze.

After Chun Niang's teahouse beat up the six sons and a group of people in public, everything seemed to be invisible, as if nothing had happened, but the business seemed to be a lot better, and the tea guests in the room whispered and chatted the most Simao, and the sound was not loud, but every word fell into Chun Niang's ears.

These days, Chun Niang's heart is like drinking honey, walking with the wind every day, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes can't hide her smile, listening to others praise Simao, which is more useful than praising herself. It's just that the only thing that is a little unaccustomed is that no one dares to joke with Chun Niang anymore no one dares to talk to Chun Niang easily anymore, whether it is seen that day or just heard, Simao is called a ruthless one when he moves on Liuzi, no one wants to provoke such a fierce god who can't even be provoked by Liuzi, although he beats a rat crossing the street but everyone is afraid of the bastard.

There are also people who know the details of the six sons muttering in their hearts, why has something happened for so many days, and there is no movement at all on the beaten side, which is not logical. There are many people under the six sons, not to mention that there is a mouthful of second master behind him, I have never seen them bully people before, when have they ever been bullied?

Chun Niang doesn't care what Xiao Jiujiu is playing in the hearts of these tea guests, since Simao came back, her heart has been tied to this shapeless person. Once upon a time, Simao was no longer the half-sized boy who flew off in the past, and he had already grown into a standard man unconsciously, especially that day in front of the public, like a god descending from heaven, he beat the six sons who bullied him, and forced the six sons who were afraid of the mouth to kneel and kowtow to make amends. Chun Niang realized that a woman is a woman after all, and when she has something to rely on, she is the most down-to-earth in her heart. With Simao by her side, she didn't care whether Liuzi would come to the door to seek revenge, and she didn't even go to her heart at all, what should she do, but every afternoon, she looked at the door several times a day, speculating that this Simao should come back. What she didn't expect was that what she was waiting for today was not Simao, but a delicate and pretty girl.

"Sister Chunniang, I'm a swallow." The girl smiled before she could say anything, and she was generous.

Chunniang looked at each other suspiciously, and didn't remember where she had seen it for a long time.

"Sister Chunniang, you forgot, I am Simao's neighborhood swallow, the little girl who used to carry the burden and sell noodles with Simao, when I met Liu Scarzi to collect the land money, you came forward to say and helped us, you ate a bowl of noodles under me at the stall, and praised the taste is good."