In the dream, Xu Yi didn't smile at people very often.

With a cold face, it looks like everyone owes him eight or five million.

Even in front of Shun Concubine, he rarely showed his face.

The only time Han Chuan remembers Xu Yi laughing heartily was when she gave birth to Brother An'er, Xu Yi's advanced delivery room, she didn't see her son hugging her first, she laughed first, and then her eyes turned a little red.

After that, Han Chuan cautiously asked him if he was crying that day.

Xu Yi still had a straight face, as if he was dragging 258,000 yuan, and told her that she was wrong, what to cry about, what is there to cry about?

...

Han Chuan returned to the stove house, took a small stool, and shook his head vigorously, don't think about these things! Don't even think about it!

If you want to forget one thing, the best way is to find something else to do, Han Chuan simply took a nap and didn't sleep, rolled up his sleeves and made a snack on Yungui's side according to the recipe, the recipe was found by Grandpa Bai, saying that it was found from a book called Nanzhao Yeshi, crispy milk line floating cup green, talking about this snack.

The black plum boiled out of the black plum with a hemp pocket, took a large clay pot and burned it on the stove, boiled the black plum juice, and then poured a large vat of milk, and after a while, the milk mixed with sour juice boiled.

The air was filled with the milky smell of cow's milk and the sour smell of plum juice.

The smell wafted to the hall, Xu Yi frowned and sniffed, what is this girl stewing?

Rotten soles stewed sweat and sour clothes?

The rice noodles are very fragrant, and with this strange smell, it is...

In order not to contaminate the rice noodles with strange tastes.

Xu Yi buried his head, ate the rice noodles in two bites, the soup was still warm, Xu Yi raised his head and drank it all.

Xiao Shuang'er stayed by the side and hurried to collect the dishes and chopsticks.

Xu Yi raised his chin and asked, "What are you shopkeepers doing?" ”

Xiao Shuang'er turned her head and sniffed, a little like retching, but she couldn't be cowardly in front of the diners, so she replied loudly, "Our shopkeeper is naturally making delicious food!" Don't smell it now, it's done, it's fragrant! ”

Therefore, the shopkeeper doesn't know what his shopkeeper is doing.

Xu Yi smiled again.

He hadn't noticed it himself, and now it was the third time he'd laughed today.

"Serve me a cup of colorful leaf tea." Xu Yi's voice was very soft, and a pair of good-looking eyebrows and eyes showed a little tenderness in the dim daylight.

He was a little curious.

What does cow's milk become when it is combined with sour juice?

Xiao Shuang'er was stunned and left.

In the stove house, Han Chuan stood on the small stool, picked up a long shovel and stirred it quickly in the pot, and after a while, the milk turned into a filamentous clot. Han Chuan hurriedly jumped down and flipped the book, followed Fang Zi to use the bamboo chopsticks prepared in advance to clip out the milk curd, and immediately kneaded it into a thin cake shape, Han Chuan exhaled while kneading, but the work in his hands was not idle at all, rolled the two wings of the cheese cake on the chopsticks, and stretched one end of the chopsticks outward, so that the curd roughly became the shape of a fan!

Han Chuan concocted three or four sheets in the same way, changed the black plum juice four times, found a ventilated opening, and inserted bamboo chopsticks on it.

The weather in Beijing is cold and dry, and the wind is strong.

After a while, the milk fan on the bamboo chopsticks was dry, and Han Chuan excitedly took off all three milk fans and pinched a small piece into his mouth to taste.

Yikes!

It's the smell that the master said!

Yungui's snacks are so peculiar!

How can milk become so crunchy and fragrant!

Han Chuan maintained the momentum of this excitement, poured half a pot of oil, threw the milk fan into the hot oil, and the milk fan bubbled out of different sizes, Han Chuan saw that the milk fan was expanded and foamed, and quickly fished it out, put it on the cooked food board and cut it into small pieces, sprinkled it with yellow sugar, and continued to excitedly pick up the plate, and put the curtain out of the hall, "Shuang'er!" Come and taste it..."

The words are not finished yet.

Han Chuan wanted to bite his tongue off again.

Why is Xu Yi still there?

A bowl of clear soup rice noodles, can you eat it for so long?

Han Chuan turned his head to look at Xiao Shuang'er.

Little Shuang'er's eyes and brain were fixed on the plate.

Xu Yi heard Han Chuan's voice and looked up, "My meal, haven't finished yet?" ”

you!

Your meal is a bowl of rice noodles in clear soup!

That's all!

Although we charge money according to the table, it doesn't mean that you will always have food if you sit there all the time!

Han Chuan's excitement quickly subsided, and he subconsciously protected the nipple fan, "... It's not for diners... It's just a tasting dish in my own restaurant, and I don't know if it's delicious or not..."

Xu Yi nodded, his expression was faint, "The reason why you know is that you also listen; Therefore, those who are dark are biased to believe. ”

Han Chuan's brows twisted into a Sichuan character.

What is it?

Xu Yi drank another cup of colorful leaf tea, and his tone remained unchanged, "If you listen to it, it will be clear, and if you listen to it, it will be dark, this truth has not changed for eternity." If you just try the dishes for yourself and the shop, how can you see the advantages and disadvantages? ”

So?

The character "Chuan" with a brow has deepened from the words on rice paper to the lettering on the seal.

"Therefore, give it to serious diners to taste it, so that you can judge the merits of the new dish." Xu Yi put down the teacup and looked at Han Chuan honestly, as if he really thought so, not to take the opportunity to eat two bites.

This is the first time Xu Yi has argued in front of her.

Endure... Newfangled...

Han Chuan put Bai Shengsheng's nipple fan in front of him, "Then please try it." If there is something bad, you must say it; If there is something good, you must tell your son. ”

Say a fart!

Han Chuan reasonably suspected, Xu Yi was unconscious at all, and he couldn't taste the bitter smell at all.

Xu Yi picked up a piece of white and clean milk fan and put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, crispy, chewed until the milk fan finally had a slight sour smell, but before this taste was amplified in the mouth, it was covered by the sweetness of yellow sugar, the taste of the mouth was crisp, but chewing and chewing became a sticky and tenacious taste.

The flavor is wonderful.

Xu Yi just wanted to speak, but the wind chimes on the porch rang again.

Hu Wenhe caught the wind and frost outside, bypassed the shadow wall, and entered the hall directly in his official uniform.

Xu Yi's face instantly became pale.

Hu Wenhe glanced at it, although he was a little surprised, how could there be diners at this time, and thought about it again, the business of the restaurant is good, and when there is business, it is impossible not to do it, so he smiled embarrassedly at Xu Yi, and beckoned Han Chuan to come over.

"Mama Zhong's house has made progress!"

Hu Wenhe was a little bright, and asked several masters, and then asked some famous names, "As long as it can be proved that the money to buy the house was paid by Mama Zhong, this lawsuit can be fought!" ”

Han Chuan was also happy, happy for a while, and a little worried, "... I asked Mama Zhong that when I bought a house, I used silver, not a silver ticket. It's all silver taels with white flowers, how can you prove whose it is! ”