When Yao Huan accosted those forbidden soldiers, he had actually observed them in advance.

Also working on a cold and snowy day, some were forced by the order of the Kaifeng government, and reluctantly, when they sheltered the homeless, they also called and drank like mules, horses, cats and dogs. Some of them are gentle and kind-spoken, and when they find the old man who is unable to get up from the corner, they don't even feel dirty and smelly to carry it.

People like the latter are basically not easy to "complain if they are far away, and be disrespectful if they are close".

Besides, being so good to the people, Yao Huan, as a small businessman, is willing to give them food and drink for nothing.

It is not that people will become bad when they wear official uniforms, or they will become oily when they wear military uniforms, but it still depends on their nature.

Sure enough, these forbidden soldiers who came after "screening" were also very knowledgeable, and they knew that it was not good to occupy other people's places for a long time to do business, and after eating snacks and warming their bodies, they got up and said goodbye to Yao Huan and continued to patrol the streets.

Zeng Wei saw that Yao Huan was sweating profusely on a cold day, and remembered that he saw her pushing a cart and selling chicken feet on dog days, and couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Huan'er, you're the only one in the shop?"

"There is a foil, the little lady of the master of the, she will come when she is doing the morning, and when there are fewer guests, she will go back to take care of her father."

Yao Huan paused, and then added softly: "If you are really busy, it is not difficult for the neighbors to invite one or two mothers-in-law to come." ”

Zeng Wei looked carefully, the shop was cleaned up neatly and elegantly, and the table top was not greasy. On the side table in the corner, there is even a pot of orchids like a beautiful woman's sleeves.

In a very short moment, Zeng Wei also had a hint of joy in his heart.

It can be seen that Huan'er is very attentive to this small restaurant.

People can only pay attention to what they like.

But soon, Zeng Wei still told himself that no matter how clean the grass nest is, it is still a grass nest.

Since my father has nodded his head?

Does this woman still have to be serious and do the four-room grandson?

should be supported by a beautiful concubine like Qinghe, and accompany him to appear in front of people with dignity.

The sound of the piano from upstairs?

Intermittently?

Zeng Wei said: "The teacher and the lady have accepted the students? ”

After Yao Huan sat down to rest, he kept staring at his lover's sword eyebrows?

Listening to Zeng Wei ask, huh?

Keep looking at him.

Appearance is justice.

Late justice?

It is also justice.

Yao Huan has been tired for most of the day, and he needs to observe justice to relax.

Zeng Wei said in an understated tone: "Is it a little lady from a city household who came to admire it, or a singer bought by a big family?" ”

Yao Huan pursed his lips: "Oh, I didn't ask either?"

They don't call me master?

I ask what so much is being done. It's good that she and can accept a wide range of disciples, and they will be more relieved if they have income. They also play a part in the rental money of this small building, if there are no students, how can they make a living. ”

Zeng Wei remembered the message his father gave him?

Then he said: "Su Erlang's full moon wedding banquet has an accident, have you heard?" How much has he traveled with me this age?

He also gave me two ancient books, but he didn't want the full moon banquet but didn't send a post to my family. Thinking that Jiro is cautious?

The one who is now in charge of the three provinces is not at odds with my father. Jiro's father and uncle?

Are they all released because of which party's impeachment?

Jiro must be?

I'm afraid I'll get into trouble for my family. ”

"Hmm."

Yao Huan still looked at Zeng Wei affectionately.

Zeng Wei started talking twice, but this woman didn't make a mistake.

He was a little displeased, she had obviously experienced a big incident, and she knew that his family was Zhu Zi's family, and she needed to grasp the truth after the rumors, how could she be so secretive?

Is he really stupid, or does he still treat him as an outsider?

He saved her life, and he saved it twice.

Or is there something else in between?

Stupid, look at the rivers and lakes that she just ushered in with those forbidden troops, and her aunt is like carved out of a mold......

Zeng Wei was still thinking about how to consider her words and set her words, but Yao Huan stood up and said with great interest: "By the way, I have figured out a hundred plays of milk flowers and beans, you can help me palm my eyes and see how it compares with your tea hundred plays?" ”

In a moment, Yao Huan moved a lot of things.

She poured half a bowl of hot milk into a large black bowl, took the whisk, and stirred it like a beaten egg, making it a snow-white foam.

Then, she quickly picked up a silver pot with a slender spout and a Western pattern, controlled the speed and strength of her hand, and carefully lit a light brown liquid on the milky flower.

Zeng Wei looked at it and couldn't see what it was.

Looking at that technique, it seems that she is indeed learning the way of tea opera.

However, what is this crooked pile of herbal scum?

Yao Huan was done, and happily held Jianzhan under Zeng Wei's nose: "Like that day, you and I watched the painting pavilion of the first snow in Jinming Pond?" ”

Zeng Wei was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "I just said déjà vu, like, really like!" It's just that this pavilion seems to have collapsed by heavy snow. ”

Yao Huan: "......"

She retracted her hands and said, "My painter, how can I compare it with when you order tea, this drink is difficult to see, and it is difficult to swallow." ”

Zeng Wei hurriedly coaxed: "Huh? Can such a beautiful painting be eaten? I said, Why, in the snowy weather of your Langjun, you came through the city to meet you, and it was not as good as those soldiers who had a hot drink to drink. It turned out that I wanted to make a bowl of this elixir and jade liquid. ”

After speaking, Zeng Wei stretched out his hand, tightly wrapped Yao Huan's palms, steadily pulled Jianzhan to his mouth, and sipped gently.

Hey......

Zeng Wei was suspicious, and he was muttering in his heart, this ** added herbal drink, I don't know what it tasted like, but I didn't expect to take a bite into my throat, and there was a burst of bitter taste in the light milky taste. Rarely, this burnt bitterness has a unique aroma and sweetness, as if it can stir up a pleasant place in the brain.

Zeng Wei has always loved incense.

Lighting a piece of fine agarwood, when the incense is nearing the end, he will use a Pengzhou white porcelain tea bottle to buckle around the agarwood in the incense burner, so that the inner wall of the porcelain bottle absorbs the essence, and then rush into the boiling water, and then mix in the decoction boiled in licorice, atractylodes, and ginseng, so as to get a bottle of agarwood drink.

But it is also sweet after bitterness, and it is also fragrant, and the milky flower drink that Huan'er gave herself to drink, with an extra trace of scorched air, is a fresh sour, warm and soft, as if the sun bakes people drunk, which is really fascinating.

"You say, this is Hu Dou?" Zeng Wei asked curiously.

Yao Huan no longer pretended to be angry, and said with a smile: "That's right, the beans I found from the fanshang, the water boiled when they were green should be added with brown sugar, ginger juice, cardamom, etc., but Su Gong made me an iron bucket with holes, filled with a layer of beans, put it on the stove and rotate it to bake, and then crushed it and boiled it to make a thick juice. Fan Shang said that this Hu Dou water has the effect of inspiring people. The courtiers went to court in the early morning, their stomachs were barren, and their minds were in a trance, and they came together with such a big lamp, the milk was full, and the beans were refreshing, and they would definitely be able to teach them to like it. ”

Yao Huan said, his heart was full of interest, this is the latte of the Northern Song Dynasty, since Shiro thinks it is delicious, the acceptance of most people on the market should be fine.

I don't know if coffee will appear in Zhang Zeduan's "Qingming Riverside Picture" decades later in this time and space with my Yao Huan.

Yao Huan mentioned Su Song, Zeng Wei still felt at the beginning that it was a good thing that she and this old minister, who is still valued by the officials, became a year-old friend, but when she heard the last sentence, she frowned faintly.

He didn't want to listen to her nagging about business.

The smile on his face faded, and it was only because this bean drink was so tempting that he finished it.

Suddenly, thinking that today was to report the good news to his sweetheart, Zeng Wei became excited again, and took advantage of this hour when no guests entered the shop, and told Yao Huan the good news that his father had basically nodded.

Yao Huan felt like a dream.

Won't it go too well?

Sure enough, the historian's evaluation of Zeng Bu is reasonable.

His political stance in the Shaoshu era was relatively mellow and moderate, so in the matter of his son's marriage, maybe he was more open?

Or is Zeng Bu already a mature politician like Su Song who has lost interest in political marriages? After all, when he suffered the gains and losses of the New Party, his in-law relationship with Wang Anshi did not allow him to avoid the fate of becoming an outcast.

Her face was full of joy, and she greeted Zeng Wei's tenderness, but when she saw that the tenderness had diminished, it turned into a sense of affection.

"Huan'er, I ate porridge for lunch, and now I have drunk this big bowl of drink, do you have a clean room in your shop?"