A bowl of salty and fragrant chicken soup wontons temporarily gave Song Yi a hint of warmth.

After having a full stomach, Song Yi was a little silent.

"What's wrong with you?"

Women are no longer happy and depressed, so that men can't ignore them.

"I'm homesick," the woman said.

"True princess, why be so hypocritical?" The man suddenly lost his temper.

"Hypocrisy?" Song Yi was confused.

"Is the princess homesick, or is she homesick?" The man didn't know how sour his tone was.

Song Yi looked at the man in surprise, and didn't speak, just showed a smile that saw through everything.

The man looked at the smile on the woman's face, as if he saw the mother coaxing her to be angry with herself when she was a child.

The old face flushed, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was now the child who lost his temper when he was a child.

"Full?" The man asked awkwardly.

"Full"

"Then let's go shopping," the man said.

"Okay" Song Yi nodded.

After settling the bill, the two walked out of the old couple's wonton shop.

"Boss, you see, two people with such a big difference, but so affectionate, it's really enviable," said the landlady as she looked at the departing guest.

Speaking of which, she is no longer as afraid of the appearance of men as she was at the beginning. In the end, I fell in love with this couple inexplicably.

"You're chattering again" Compared with the boss lady, the male boss is much more rational.

Looking at the cold courtyard and the increasingly scarce guests. The male boss kept sighing, "How long will this battle last?" ”

"Look at you. Sad all day long. The guests are scared away from you" The hostess is naturally optimistic.

She is not unaware that recently because of the war between the two countries. The shops where they were engaged in the food business of the Qianchao Dynasty were not without a small number of ostracized by their peers. But the people take food as the sky, and she always feels that the people are only for the stomach to fill, and they don't pay too much attention to which country the food they eat comes from.

"I'm worried about next month's rent? If this continues, it is better to close the door. Not many guests came in anyway," the owner said dejectedly.

"What are you talking about? Didn't that lady just compliment you on your authentic taste? It seems that she is a distinguished guest from the Qianchao. Even she complimented you on the wontons you made, which shows that the taste of our wonton shop is good. As long as you know the goods, you will definitely smell the fragrance and get off the horse, and come to look for food."

While the boss and the lady were chatting, a team of GIs suddenly appeared in front of their shop.

The surrounding vendors all stretched out their necks to watch the excitement. And the old couple in the store were also shocked, thinking that they had caused trouble.

"Official, what's wrong? We're all law-abiding citizens," the proprietress asked, though scared.

"Those two guests just came to your house to eat?" One of the non-commissioned officers scanned the shop and asked.

"Two guests?" As soon as the proprietress heard this, she knew that the group of soldiers had come for the sake of the two guests. Is it a wanted criminal? No wonder, that man was so scary. I'm afraid I'm saddled with a life lawsuit.

When the proprietress was thinking nonsense, she was interrupted by the non-commissioned officer, "What about you, dumb?" ”

"Ah, sir, yes. Just now, there were indeed two guest officers in the shop, a man and a woman. The boss waited for a long time, but he didn't hear the old woman speak. I knew where she had gone.

So, he hurriedly stepped forward to answer the official's words.

"A man and a woman. The male is a Jurchen, and the female is a Qianchao? The official continued to ask.

"Yes, sir." The boss said.

"Do you know how to talk?" The official asked suspiciously.

"Ah, yes," the boss didn't know why the officers and soldiers asked.

The proprietress suddenly came back to her senses and hurriedly said, "We are all authentic Jurchens." None of the ancestors were of alien blood. The Qianchao dialect was learned from our Qianchao master who learned to make wontons. Because of the war, the master who taught us wontons has already returned to the Qianchao. ”

The answer of the proprietress can be described as leaky.

The non-commissioned officer was obviously stunned for a moment, but he didn't pay much attention to these things.

"Hmm" he didn't embarrass the old couple either.

Next to the "sir" was a small soldier who reported, and then leaned into the non-commissioned officer's ear and whispered a few words.

The husband and wife of the wonton shop were worried, not knowing if they would be implicated by the pair of guest officers just now.

The non-commissioned officer also saw the husband and wife trembling, obviously frightened.

"Well, don't be afraid. We're just doing a routine investigation. What you just said, we have investigated it clearly, and you are not lying. ”

"Hey" the husband and wife sighed, and the tense atmosphere just now dissipated.

The word "but" the non-commissioned officer raised their voices again.

"We have a business to do with you"

"Huh? Business? Hearing the word business, the proprietress was obviously more excited than the boss. There was no longer the fear of seeing the soldiers just now, and the proprietress hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Official, what business?" Are you going to buy our ravioli? It's not that we boast. Of the wonton shops in the entire city, only our own is the most authentic. Even the guests of the Qianchao Dynasty said that our wontons were exactly the same as their hometown."

The proprietress boasted hard, apparently forgetting what she was afraid of just now.

"Okay, no need to introduce" the non-commissioned officer waved his hand, not wanting to listen to it anymore.

"Your ravioli, I will ask people to pick them up every day. Once every hour, you have to make sure you have to make sure you have a supply, you know? The non-commissioned officer said.

"Huh? Once every hour? The hostess asked.

"Yes. I'll let my minions pick it up. Two copies at a time," the non-commissioned officer said.

"Official, I said something inappropriate. Wontons are still delicious if they are eaten in dine-in. I bought it back, but it was delayed on the way, and the taste was not good" The boss still has the insistence of the craftsman. There are still requirements for the food that is sold.

"Huh? Don't you sell? The soldier snorted.

"Old man, what nonsense?" The proprietress saw that the non-commissioned officer was about to get angry, and hurriedly said, "Official, we sell it, no matter how much we want, we will sell it."

"An hour, come and get it once, two bowls at a time, right?"

"Right"

"Do you want twelve hours a day?" The proprietress felt like she was asking a silly question, but after thinking about it, she ended up asking it.

The non-commissioned officer was stunned, obviously not expecting the proprietress to ask this question. Twelve hours a day, all to buy wontons?

He was also a little hesitant. But thinking of Shangfeng's order, he felt that he should not discount it and complete it meticulously.

For soldiers, the order of the peak is the military order. The military ordered him to buy wontons, once an hour. Then it has to be executed without any mistakes.

"Yes, two bowls every hour," he said, threw a bag of gold coins as a deposit, and then went away with a group of soldiers.

Only the wonton shop and the husband and wife looked at each other.

"You say, are we really going to be open all day?" The hostess was a bit stuffy.

"We have already received the money from the official family, can we still regret it? Big deal, we moved to the store and guarded the stove. At the critical moment, the boss's words made the boss very warm.