Although it is a roadside stall, the true king's bearing is still very eye-catching among the people.

Fortunately, there are not many customers in the wonton restaurant, but the few diners also look at Song Yi and them.

Zhu Xi was not uncomfortable, and let others look at him, but he just suffered Song Yi.

Under everyone's attention, she still felt a lot of pressure.

Fortunately, the ravioli came up very quickly.

Song Yi has been observing, and the wontons in this wonton shop are ready-made.

The filling is prepared in the morning, and the broth is always hot on the stove, so you only need to pack two bowls of wontons and cook them in the pot.

It didn't take much time to cook wontons, and the two small bowls of wontons that Song Yi called came up quickly.

The old husband and wife, the woman picks up customers, cleans the table, and takes care of the guests in the simple shed, while the man carefully watches over the boiler and neatly plies the wontons on the stove at the door.

There is a single variety in the store, and the customers who come in only have one choice, wontons.

Waiting for Song Yi and their wontons to be served, the strong fragrance makes people appetizing.

"Girl, childe, there are also Shanxi vinegar and our old couple's own pickled hors d'oeuvres on the table over there, these seasonings don't cost money, you can take them yourself."

Only then did Song Yi notice that there was a big pot of vinegar and a big pot of pickles on the side of the board.

Song Yi originally just wanted to taste the taste of this wonton, but when he heard that it was the boss's own pickled dish, he was a little curious about its taste.

He served a small plate of pickles and sat back in his seat.

Zhu Xi has always been very elegant, sitting upright, standing out from the crowd in the wooden shed.

Song Yi saw that he was waiting for him, afraid that in this cold day, the wontons would be too cold and would lose their original taste, so he said, "Why don't you eat it?" ”

"Waiting for you," the man said rightly.

Song Yi's heart was sweeter than eating honey.

"Okay, you're hungry too. I'll show you a taste of this folk food."

Song Yi started moving, she had been looking forward to the milky white soup base in the bowl, and the first bite was of course to taste the thick soup.

Zhu Xi was on the side, learning the same, but no matter what time it was, it was still the same elegant, as if he was in the box of Tianxianglou at the moment.

Song Yi is no longer surprised, and no longer has any dissatisfaction with the man's elegant behavior.

The soup base in the entrance is mellow and sweet, and the cheeks are fragrant, and it is really a chicken soup that has been boiled with great effort.

"It's so delicious," Song Yi couldn't help but praise him.

The proprietress who had been secretly observing the two new guests on the side, heard the little girl praise her, and said very proudly, "Girl, you really know the goods." Don't hide the objectivity of the two, this pot of soup base is slowly boiled out by my wife since she opened the door in the morning, and the three-year-old hens used in it are boiled, and even the bones are boiled, and it takes six or seven hours to boil out this bowl of soup base."

"Sure enough, when I was on the street just now, I smelled the rich smell of chicken soup from a distance, and what I found all the way was really delicious."

Song Yi was not stingy in complimenting, the proprietress was very happy, thinking that she had met a confidant, but the male boss was very shy, only rubbing his hands and waist at the door, with a simple smile on his face.

"It's not that my wife boasts, my wife's soup making skills are the best, don't look at us just doing some small business, but the materials are genuine, and the price is not deceitful."

The more the old woman talked, the happier she became, so she simply sat down at Song Yi's table and chatted.

Song Yi saw that the proprietress was chatting very hotly, and was afraid that Zhu Xi would be unhappy, so he secretly looked at the man.

The man did not look unhappy, although he still ate so elegantly, the chicken soup in the bowl had gone down a lot, and it seemed that the soup base was still very much to his appetite.

Song Yi saw that the man did not show rejection, so he chatted with the proprietress .

The proprietress is an outgoing and cheerful woman, and when she finally met a guest like Song Yi who knew how to appreciate, she was very enthusiastic.

Song Yi looked at the guests in the shed, there were not many of them, but she had already tasted the taste of the wonton soup, and it was delicious. It stands to reason that business shouldn't be so light.

"Boss, take the liberty to ask, today is Laba Festival, how is your shop's business ......?"

"Girl, do you want to ask, how can the business of our wonton shop be so light?"

Song Yi nodded embarrassedly, "I tasted your soup base just now, it tastes delicious, there should be a lot of customers, right, why are there only so few people in the store?"

"Don't hide it from the girl, my wife's skill in making soup is unique, but the taste of this wonton is very ordinary. The customers who come here to eat wontons are like girls, attracted by the aroma of chicken soup in our store. But most of the guests looked at our prices and turned away"

The proprietress was a little embarrassed to say.

Song Yi noticed the price of the store, a small bowl of chicken soup wontons, ten pieces, 20 yuan; Large bowl of wontons, fifteen pieces, 30 yuan.

This price is not expensive, but in terms of roadside stalls, it is a bit high.

Song Yi looked at the guests in the store, and sure enough, he drank the chicken soup in the bowl cleanly, but there were more or less wontons left.

The real king on the side also only drank chicken soup, and the wontons didn't move at all.

Song Yi didn't give up, scooped a wonton with a spoon, the wonton skin was a little thick, the filling was very solid, and after chewing a few times, Song Yi already understood what the problem was.

The proprietress on the side kept staring at the female guest and ate the wonton, and the expression on the female guest's face also peeked out one or two.

"Girl, how does it taste? We guarantee that the ingredients used in this ravioli are very realistic. Our old couple chose the best pork hind leg meat, and went to the butcher early every morning to select it in person. And this soup base is also an exclusive secret recipe, a secret recipe handed down from my boss's ancestors."

"Don't worry, hostess. I'm sure you're telling the truth. However, in my opinion, the ingredients of your wonton are so real that I feel too full to eat it, and the flavor inside does not blend with the deliciousness of the chicken soup."

Song Yi tactfully reminded the proprietress that their wontons were too big, the filling inside could not be integrated with the soup base, and the meat filling had no fragrance.

When the proprietress heard this, she felt that Song Yi was very pertinent, "Girl, my wife felt very kind when she saw you for the first time." Although the two are objectively young, they must be gluttons. If you can put forward some suggestions for improvement, we are grateful, and in the future, if the two guests want to eat wontons, we will contract."

Song Yi is not for those wonton money, but to see that the two old people are pitiful, and the dual-purpose materials of husband and wife are real and discreet.

So, I had the heart to help the two of them.

Song Yi was open and honest, summoned the two old people, and taught them how to season, how to wrap the filling, how to put it in the pot, how to adjust the dishes, in order not to lose the advantage of this chicken soup, Song Yi also specially taught the male host some simple snacks.

Chicken soup wonton noodles, red oil hand, cold chicken noodles and so on.

The old couple is also a person who knows how to repay their kindness, and before Song Yi and the others left, they sent a large portion of chicken soup for them to take away.

Song Yi saw that the old couple was enthusiastic and difficult to resist, so he accepted it.

The old couple was afraid that the weather would be cold and the chicken soup would be cold, so they deliberately found a pottery urn and kept warm with a straw mat outside.

Song Yi saw Zhu Xi holding the chicken soup given by the owner of the wonton shop in his hand, and grinned, "The prince is really like an ordinary person like this."

"I was originally an ordinary person," Zhu Xi said.

Song Yi pursed his lips when he heard the man say this, and sneered in his heart, "You are an ordinary person? If you're an ordinary person, then we're not human."

However, Song Yi didn't say it.

Zhu Xi and Song Yi were walking on the road, the cold wind was shining, and Song Yi felt a little cold.

Song Yi unconsciously put his hand to his mouth to warm up, "It's so cold."

Before Song Yi spoke, he felt that someone had criticized a coat on his body, and he instantly warmed up.

Song Yi looked at the clothes on his body, which were a little familiar, and then looked at the man next to him, it turned out to be his clothes.

"You?"

"I'm a man, not cold; You're a woman, it's not good for your body to catch a cold."

Although the man didn't say anything sweet, this domineering made Song Yi crack his mouth and feel warm.

"You think I let you get your clothes back? I'm not stupid. I'm afraid you'll spill my chicken soup, just to remind you. I'm still not at ease with you like this, oh, hold the chicken soup in your arms, so that it will be foolproof."

Zhu Xi heard the woman's duplicity like this, obviously afraid that he would catch a cold, and said that he was afraid that the chicken soup would be spilled.

However, Zhu Xi still held the chicken soup in his arms, and his chest instantly warmed up a lot.

When he arrived near the True King's Mansion, Zhu Xi still flew in from the courtyard wall with Song Yi in his arms.

The Zhenwang Mansion was heavily guarded, but the Zhenwang Yigao was bold, taking Song Yi and chicken soup with him, as if he had no burden at all, and did not alarm anyone.

Song Yi returned to Huifang Garden, just in time to see that the people in the garden were very anxious.

Song Yi appeared, and Xianglian exclaimed, "Miss, you're back."

"Miss, where have you been tonight?"

Song Yi thought for a while and said, "Didn't I leave a note for you?" ”

"Miss, we know you've been in a bad mood lately. But you can't scare the slaves like that. You didn't say a word, and ran out of the house by yourself, leaving only a note. The slave thought you couldn't think of it......"

"Can't think of it?" Song Yi's face was weird.

"Miss, the real prince has been poisoned, I'm afraid time is running out. You are sad, but you also have to take care of your body" Chunxiang also carefully persuaded Song Yi.

Song Yi felt that things were bigger, could it be that these days, everyone in Huifang Garden looked at her like this? Thought she would follow the true king?