The sound of Han Chuan's falling words and the sound of eight copper pounds smashing into the porcelain bowl reached at the same time.

The diner froze in disbelief, "Huh? "There was a loud bang.

Han Chuan nodded with a smile and repeated, "Guest officer, ten cents, that's right." ”

The diner's face suddenly felt a little unbearable, and he suppressed the strange and incredible anger, "Yesterday it was still eight cents!" ”

The people in line all gathered around to see the excitement, and some heard the cause and effect with a little disdain - looking at a well-behaved little girl, who knew that she was a profiteer inside! Tsk tsk, people's hearts are not ancient, and the world is declining!

Disdainful diners want to leave, but they also love to be lively, so they want to see how this ends.

The more people surround them, there is a little bit of impassable posture.

Han Chuan nodded with a smile, stretched out his finger and pointed to the sign above his head, and asked with a smile, "Guest officer, what two words do you see written on your head?" ”

The diner wears a nine-section ring on his waist, dressed in a monofilament, and has a jade-faced face, if it weren't for the little son of the Hou Mansion, if it wasn't for the little master of a wealthy businessman, if it wasn't for the master of this mouthful, what delicacies from the mountains and seas had not been eaten? What cook's skill has never been in his mouth? I came to buy bread today, but I didn't eat it yesterday, and my heart didn't stop scratching like a cat.

This eating is like going around a little lady.

What you haven't eaten is the best; The sister who hasn't been bypassed is the most beautiful.

The diner looked sideways, and Hang Erlang replied, "Shi Xian! ”

Seeing that the price was not written on it, he laughed sarcastically, "Little girl, you originally had the idea of sitting on the ground and starting the price?!" Selling things, clearly marking the price, your set is in the capital, but it won't work in front of my Zhang Ye! ”

When the diners saw that the people around them were getting more and more around, a sense of justice suddenly came to the heavens, and now he came to do the right thing for heaven, "Let's go!" It doesn't matter if your cake is delicious or not! Let's go to Jing Zhaoyin first to make it clear! ”

Aren't the people in the capital quite busy?

Why do you love to watch the excitement so much!

It can be seen that I love to watch lively, regardless of region, age, gender... It's handed down from our ancestors...

Thanks to this Zhang Ye's blessing, it didn't take long for this small stall to be covered inside and out.

Han Chuan's face didn't move, his smile became sweeter and sweeter, he straightened his back, reached out and patted the basin in front of him, and after waiting for a while, the crowd quieted down, "You also saw that the stall is called 'Shi Xian', what is Shi Xian?" Honey in March, bamboo shoots in April, river fish in May, sea bass in June, melons in July, and water chestnuts in August are called fresh! ”

A three-story strong man, a little woman.

Han Chuan felt that he couldn't weaken his momentum, moved a stool, stepped on it, raised his chin, and finally got about the same height as these stinky men, "Yesterday, the water chestnuts in the vegetable field in the eastern suburbs were fresh, and the pigs in the slaughterhouse in the western suburbs had just killed the pigs in the first year, so I bought water chestnuts in the eastern suburbs and Dun'er meat in the western suburbs, and took the freshest two things in the vegetable meat field!" Today, the water chestnuts are not fresh, and the meat is overnight, so it can be as delicious as yesterday's pie!? ”

The hanchuan used to make food is the most beautiful hanchuan.

It is said that the Han Chuan of the Eating Sutra is the Han Chuan with the most words.

Han Chuan raised his hand and raised his voice, "Confucius said, from time to time, don't eat!" Children don't read much, they only know the art of cooking, and they don't know much about the truth, but these two sentences still have to be listened to! Han Chuan patted the sign of the stall and said with a smile, "Shi Xian, this signboard can't be smashed!" ”

The scholars of the Guozijian crackled and applauded.

A little woman who sells food casually says the words and sentences in the Analects, this is something that makes the world's scholars look long!

"That's... What does this have to do with your increase of two cents! "Diners are surrounded by clouds, so Sage Kong is the reason for your price increase?

Han Chuan smiled, jumped off the stool, and smiled very comfortably, "Yesterday's stuffing was sold for eight cents because it was worth eight cents." Today's stuffing is different, selling for ten cents because it's worth ten cents. ”

Han Chuan took out a large white coarse porcelain basin covered with fine yarn, and said seriously, "The word 'sincerity' is a particular thing in business, although I am not talented, I dare to swear that I will never fool diners with bad and inferior ingredients that are not worthy of the name." Guest, if you believe it, please make up ten cents, you are not good at words, you taste today's cakes, you taste the products, if you think it is not worth ten cents, you will never do business on Broad Street. ”

Han Chuan looked into the eyes of the diner and said very seriously.

The diner thought about it for a while, and took two cents from his sleeve pocket and put them in the porcelain bowl where the money was placed.

Han Chuan nodded at him, poured oil into the hot pot, quickly rolled out the noodles with his left hand, lifted the fine yarn on the coarse porcelain basin with his right hand, rolled the filling with a thin piece of wood with one hand, pinched the thinnest part of the dough with the other hand, and then pressed it with his hand, becoming a palm-sized uniform small pancake.

The small pancakes swelled rapidly in the hot oil, creating a rich aroma.

The smell is a bit weird.

The diners sniffed deeply, it was fresh and sweet.

Han Chuan quickly turned over, waited for both sides to be golden, then took out of the spatula and put it into a hemp paper bag, and handed it to the diner, "You taste it." ”

The closer the crowd of onlookers gets, the closer they get, the heavier the scent.

Diners enjoy the taste of being noticed by everyone, and they can't help but open their mouths triumphantly to bite down.

"Ouch hey!"

The diner covers his mouth and is burned!

Who the fuck would have foreseen that this pancake would burst with juice!

The stuffing in it is really amazing.

The moment he bites into it, the juice explodes in his mouth, and he can clearly taste the taste of shrimp paste, taro paste, corn kernels, and other ingredients that are not known for five or six minutes.

These... That's not enough juice!

Where does the burst juice come from?

The diner covered his mouth and widened his eyes, as if he had seen an immortal of the Nine Heavens.

The onlookers standing on the trunk of the tree were anxious, and shouted at the top of their voices, "Zhang Sanlang, is this delicious or not!" Don't send Jing Zhaoyin yet! Say something! ”

Give... Send your mother's Jing Zhao Yin!

Zhang Saburo covered his mouth and made a "one" gesture towards Han Chuan.

Han Chuan narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Today's 100 cakes, my lord has made it!" He hid the cake in his sleeve and threw a silver ingot, "Ten cents for one, one hundred consistent money, one or two silver!" Hurry up and do it! ”

"Moraine!"

"How can this be!"

The crowd erupted in dissatisfaction.

Han Chuan still smiled, "The guest officer loves to eat, and he thinks that ten cents is a good deal, which is the biggest compliment to his son." ”

After a pause, he returned the two pieces of silver with both hands, "Good things have to be tasted by everyone, so they are interesting." The 'Fresh' stall is limited to 100 per day, and each person is limited to two - today, let's add one more rule. ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

"The little lady has a heart!"

"Not bad, not bad!"

"The rules have to be good, and the most important thing for our Beijing gentlemen is the rules!"

The door of Dingji was wide open, and three or four horse-drawn carriages with black lacquer came out of it.

It's too noisy out there.

Xu Yi lifted the curtain lightly, looked at the black head not far away, and closed the curtain with a little irritation.

In this world, there are too many people who are full of food and support, so it seems so crowded.