Today, after Yao Huan sent Ruzhou to Mr. Shao's private school, which had resumed classes, he hired a mule cart and went to Donghua Gate.

What she said to her aunt Shen Fuzhi was to go to the north of the city to inquire about the market of shipping goods.

In fact, she wanted to rent a new house.

Open a store that is completely independently operated by yourself.

At that time, I did the breakfast business of the officials of the court, cumin and mutton fat intestine omelette, with American-style clear coffee, and the officials ate enough calories and went to the court with full energy.

At other times, make a light food café.

Naturally, the drinks focus on a variety of coffee-flavored drinks, and the food categories are boneless chicken feet and woad salad, chicken sauce cold tao, iced jasmine pork slices, and the classic staple food I learned from my aunt - spring cakes with pork shoots and soybean sauce, and don't forget to prepare fennel mushroom salted steamed buns or eight-treasure sweet stuffed steamed buns for vegetarian guests. Plus desserts such as almond tofu.

All in all, reminiscing about what Starbucks, KFC, Yonghe soy milk, and real kung fu sell, Yao's Cafe outside Donghua Gate sells.

In civil society, the principle of demand for fast food and light food is similar in ancient and modern times.

However, Yao Huan has not yet told his aunt Shen Fuzhi about this idea.

First, Mr. Shao's Arab friends, who do not seem to have experience in importing green coffee beans in large quantities, agreed with them to try it once after the spring and when the weather is warm, and calculate the cost.

Second, Su Song, an old man, has not yet taken her to research a machine to improve the efficiency of roasting beans.

Another one, she also remembered to cook and eat early and late to earn some start-up capital. After all, the disaster relief cost her twenty or thirty yuan earned in the palace, and half of the dozens of yuan compensation that Mr. Shao had obtained from the underground house through Feng Yaren, half of which was left to Yao Ruzhou's tuition, and it took several times to make a mobile food stall, and there were only thirty yuan left in her name.

The eight characters have not been skimmed yet, this kind of entrepreneurial idea, don't rush to talk to your loved ones.

After crossing the street, Yao Huan got off the mule cart.

She walked slowly, passing by houses large and small.

The vines are crawling by the window grille that are preparing for winter, and the coming year will surely be full of life again. Some houses have food goods for sale in front of them; In some cases, the door was closed, and when it was opened, the man in the green shirt and the woman in the pastel jacket stepped out of the door and walked towards the heart of the street.

Yao Huan was a little distracted.

She stared at the door that had been closed again.

She remembered Shiro.

By the way, if she moves out to live, next year, next year, when Zeng Wei prepares for the Ministry of Rites exam, will he not be able to live in Guozixue?

Guozixue's canteen cooks, how can she make it delicious?

Yao Huan looked at the open windows again, she seemed to see the scene of lights and shadows swaying in the windows, and the red sleeves were undoubtedly reading at night. And then......

And then. Confucianism says that self-cultivation leads to rule the country and level the world, and after the Confucian children finish cultivating the spiritual world, they naturally want to treat their families with their bodies......

As she thought about it, her face burned in the cold wind.

She felt that she was really still the soul of a modern person, and she directly made up the scene of living together with the man she liked before marriage.

The ancients must not have understood that a good marriage is often based on a man and a woman trying to live together for a while.

Thinking of this, Yao Huan was a little confused.

In all fairness, among the few people who know so far, relatives like her uncle and aunt, and good friends like Mr. Shao, they all blessed her more than surprised by the burning love affair with Zeng Wei, and gave her great kind support.

But what about the future? Even if Zeng Wei can't be named on the gold list next year, he can still enter the office with the shade of the door. Would a politician like Zeng Bu waste an opportunity to marry a colleague?

For example, Zeng Ti Na, the compromise that can be made is that the Yan family comes from a political marriage, and true love is a side room is already a great creation.

However, there is no record of this young son in the historical materials, what is his marriage like?

Yao Huan couldn't help but feel annoyed, raised his hands that were frozen in the cold winter, and rubbed his cheeks.

She took a deep breath and walked another street, finally seeing the sign of the yamen of "Shop House".

was about to go to the door to wait for the crowd to apply for admission to the government after queuing, but she heard a female voice with a surprised tone calling her behind her.

"Mrs. Yao! It's really you! ”

……

Yao Huan stared at Master Li, who was sitting opposite the dining table.

This beauty, who is slightly older than herself, went to the Xizhou border for a turn, although it was only three months, it was obviously dark.

But this layer of swarf is lined with bright young and firm skin, and there is a healthy flush in the black, and then a pair of sparkling aura eyes of the owner reflect each other, truly interpreting the words "radiant".

She looks better than when she was in Yunshan Courtyard. Yao Huan thought.

The woman follows the man and becomes more radiant, which is the best declaration of happiness.

It seems that Liu Zhongwu's eldest son is not a simple barracks roughman, and he knows how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

For the Master Li in front of him, after Yao Huan experienced the danger of the Yunshan Courtyard with her before, he suspected that this singer was not the "Master Li" recorded in the later books of "Xuanhe Legacy" or "Water Margin".

Just imagine, if Yao Huan hadn't pounced on Zhao Yan and hugged Zhao Yan to death, Master Li would have been killed by Zhao Yan with a knife, how could it be possible to have a long-lasting scandal with Zhao Ji of Song Huizong during the Xuanhe period?

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, there is really a Yao Niangzi in history, and she really saved Master Li? Or, in that parallel time and space, there is also a time-traveler Yao Huan?

At that time, Yao Huan didn't have time to think deeply, Liu Xi jumped out and took Master Li back to the border, thinking that it was unlikely that he would be able to climb Zhao Ji, which made Yao Huan more and more sure that what he met must be another "teacher girl" with the same name and surname.

Unexpectedly, I met her again at the door of the store today.

Master Li learned that Yao Huan just wanted to enter the yamen to consult about the situation of the public rental house, and saw that it was past noon, so he took her to find a decent restaurant to eat.

"I thought that I would come out of the store today, so I went to Dongshuimen to find the lady, I didn't want to be so coincidental. I just asked, and I asked all the clerks inside, and the lady still wanted to inquire about something, so she asked me while eating. ”

Master Li's speech speed was not slow, and his voice was slightly louder, not as shy as he was when they first met.

Yao Huan can clearly feel that Master Li's affection for himself and his coldness towards guests are two extremes.

are all women who come out to earn a living, even if they don't have the grace to save their lives, it's easy to sympathize with each other.

Master Li led Yao Huan, turned two small streets, and went up to this "Wind Lotus Building".

"The early sun on the leaves is dry and rainy, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts it one by one. Yao Niangzi, I love to sing Zhou Meicheng's lyrics, so when I saw this Fenghe Building a few years ago, I thought that one day I would definitely come to try his dishes. ”

Yao Huan said in his heart, as long as the food is delicious, I don't understand the words.

Zhou Meicheng, it's Zhou Bangyan, right? If only Mr. Shao were here, you must have a common language.