Cui's left hand pushed the silver outward, and his right hand pulled the silver inward, still holding the pipa and half-covering his face, which was regarded as responding to Han Chuan's proposal, "... There's not much silver, even if it's to supplement the family, when Chu'er gets married, my sister-in-law will buy you a thick dowry..."

Han Chuan, uh-huh, uh-huh, yes.

As soon as the day dawned, Han Chuan and Cui Shi ate on vegetable porridge and coke rings, and when Han Chuan went to the wide street alone last night, the breakfast stalls on the street had already ended, leaving only a little aroma of grease mixed with rice noodles in the air.

On the second day, the first morning bell rang, Han Chuan got up early, washed up briefly, and after Grandpa Bai and Bai Sixi went out on duty, they went out with a few pennies.

The sky was not yet bright, not only was it not bright, but there were still a few shimmering stars hanging in the western sky.

It was still early, but there were already pedestrians and trotting carriages on the streets, and four or five restaurants had opened their doors, and you could smell the meat of the wontons boiling in the pot from afar.

People dressed in stars and moons gather in front of the restaurant to buy a bowl of hot ravioli, devour them in their mouths, and swallow them before they can chew them carefully.

There are shops in the restaurant, which sell mutton cakes, wontons, ramen, etc., which need to be eaten by sitting down and serving, and on the edge of the restaurant are practice stalls that you can see at night.

The practice stalls sell flower cakes, twists, and rice dumplings, which are made at home in advance and do not need to be lit on the stove.

People who didn't have time to sit down for breakfast hurriedly took out two pennies to buy a flower cake, and went to Jidingmen after eating two bites.

Bai Sixi is not wrong, this wide street is indeed the most lively road.

There are lords in low-grade official uniforms, guards and generals sitting on horses, and noble marquis sitting in carriages.

Han Chuan stood on the side of the road and watched.

The practice stall of brown sugar rice dumplings is a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he shouted at Han Chuan, "Girl, let's have a rice dumpling!" It's hot and crunchy! It's delicious! ”

Han Chuan smiled at him, "Get me one." ”

A plain white silk was hung in front of the stall, and the neat writing of "two documents and one" was neatly written, and Han Chuan smiled and took out two coins and handed them to the young man.

With a clear face, the young man couldn't help but look at it twice.

Han Chuan raised his eyebrows lightly, and the young man's neck and earlobes were red.

The rice ball is hot, this year's new rice is made, cooked just right, glutinous to sticky teeth, the rice ball is narrow at both ends and wide in the middle, like a white rice grain, the rice ball is wrapped in a layer of yellow sugar, a layer of soybean noodles, and a small cluster of twists and a small section of fried dough sticks are placed in the innermost, the outside is glutinous and the inside is crispy, sweet and fragrant.

Well...

There are also disadvantages.

The fritters should have been fried last night, and now they are not very crispy, and they taste slightly soft.

One more point.

The rice dumplings are wrapped in paper as thin as cicada wings, and the sugar is thick enough to hold the sugar that melts, and the sugar water tends to flow onto people's hands and sleeves.

And the people who hurriedly bought rice dumplings to eat, half of them were the students who went to study in the country and the low-grade officials who did not have a carriage to sit on, both of which needed to be neatly and cleanly dressed, and there was no place to change their clothes.

Therefore, almost all people in a hurry will choose the flower cake next to it as an early belly pad.

The flower cake seller is a girl in her twenties.

Why do you say it's a girl?

Because she didn't have her head panned, she was selling rice cakes with her hair scattered.

Han Chuan frowned slightly.

If you eat for a living, you can't be good-looking.

The cook must not have any powder on his face, his hair must not fall out, and his nails must not be long. The whole person should be clean and neat, this is the rule of the dining room, and it is also the rule of being a cook in the world.

Han Chuan paid two cents and bought another piece of osmanthus nectar rice cake.

It's sweet...

Hanchuan is in the mouth, swallowing is not, and vomiting is not.

If it is said that the rice dumplings of the generals are barely passing, this rice cake can't even touch the line of passing!

Rice cake is to first grind the new rice into rice milk, after precipitation and drying, demolded into rice flour, spread a layer of finely sieved rice flour, spread a layer of osmanthus sugar, and then spread a layer of crushed peanuts, and finally finish with a layer of rice flour, steamed over high heat.

Rice cake can be made of osmanthus honey sugar filling, can also be made of red bean paste, yam puree, sesame sugar, etc., sieve well, rice flour is delicate, rice cake is soft, sugar is well adjusted, the filling of the sandwich is delicious and not greasy, very fragrant and soft.

These two pennies, palm-sized rice cakes, are sweet and rough, and they have been taken out of the steamer for a long time, and they are a little cold, and they have lost the fragrant glutinous cotton that has just come out of the steamer.

Han Chuan resisted the urge to shake his head, but he was sharp-eyed to find that anyone who bought rice cakes would buy another cup of hot tea not far away.

Hot tea relieves greasy and sweetness, and refreshes the mind.

Eating rice cakes and buying a cup of hot tea for a penny is not a big expense.

Especially after the white dew, the weather gradually cooled down, and the discomfort of waking up in the morning was completely dissolved by a sweet and greasy rice cake and a cup of hot and clear tea soup.

In the market, there is a lot of knowledge!

Han Chuan found a restaurant and asked for a bowl of hot and sour paste and a cup of rich soy milk to sit at the window and take a closer look.

After the fifth watch, the "three-way drum" of Dingjimen sounded, and the practice stalls on Broad Street gradually dispersed, Han Chuan watched the young man who sold hot tea pack up the cage, and took the small stool to the rice cake house to help clean up, and the two of them laughed while talking, looking very intimate.

Co-author, this rice cake is made so sweet and thick, it is to take care of my husband's hot tea business!?

Han Chuan drank the soy milk in one gulp, smiled and shook his head.

I can't afford to provoke it.

It is difficult to beat four hands with one punch.

People's mom-and-pop shops, one is buried, the head and tail business are done, the person makes money!

Han Chuan took three mouthfuls and two mouthfuls to solve the paste, and returned to the Iron Lion Hutong with a round belly stuffed with rice dumplings, a rice cake, a bowl of paste, and a cup of soy milk.

For a few days in a row, Han Chuan appeared on Broad Street with the fourth watch, and returned to Bai's house with a round stomach.

Cui Shi opened his mouth a few times to ask, but remembered that he had a piece of silver containing five dollars a month in his hand, and remembered that the silver went directly into her pocket, and even her father-in-law didn't know, so she couldn't help but ask—just treat it as a tenant! Who cares about the tenants' affairs!

Cui Shi entered the room with Bai Dalang's medicine bowl, and didn't open his mouth to ask.

I just thought in my heart, if this was placed in the previous dynasty, which daughter who had not been out of the cabinet would dare to go out alone and go out before dawn?

That is, in Dawei!

It's to put the girl's seat too high, to buy property, to buy a house, to buy a shop to do business...

Women have gone to make money, what do you need men to do in the family?

Cui Shi looked at the skinny Bai Dalang who was half-leaning on the edge of the bed, sighed slightly, lowered his eyes, and wiped the wisp of decoction flowing from his husband's mouth with his cuffs.