Chapter 113: Fried Lamb Noodles with Green Onions

Finally see the face.

It was Xu Yi's drunken red face.

In late spring and early summer, the night is still a little cool.

The wind rushed in through the window lattice.

After coughing, Han Chuan involuntarily sneezed, and the noodle that was choked in his nose sprayed out, and after a few circles in the air, he finally lost his vitality and landed on the ground.

Well...

How to say it.

Rao is Han Chuan has lived for so many decades, and he feels a little embarrassed.

After more than ten years of getting along in her dreams, she didn't even let go of a fart in front of Xu Yi!

Now, I vomited, the noodles and snot flew, the slap was fanned, Han Chuan reflected, probably out of the palace, leaving the inhumane environment where she was going to be punished by the board if she was out of the hypocrisy, and after entering the small environment where she was the only one, the whole person was slack, and her self-requirements were getting lower and lower...

I have to say, it's pretty cool.

Xu Yi saw that Han Chuan didn't mean to receive water, so he put the glass of water on the table.

Han Chuan coughed dryly twice, relieved the embarrassment, pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "It's closed, you're happy today..."

What a joy.

His great joy, her great sorrow.

Han Chuan put the ramen face that still had some soup left over from eating and put it aside, smoothing his chest, ignoring the soft noodles on the ground. Wen Wen smiled gently and changed his head, "You are moving to a new house today, and you are all big people coming and going, you don't entertain in the mansion, what are you doing when you run out?" ”

Xu Yi's eyes lit up.

This Hades drank wine on his face, his face was red in protein, and with the slightly raised Danfeng eyes and tight thin lips, it looked like a strange contrast.

Xu Yi didn't reply to Han Chuan's words, his eyes were on the bowl of noodles that Han Chuan had eaten, and it was still steaming, the aroma of mutton was hidden in the sweet fragrance of green onions, and a spoonful of red spicy seeds was like a bunch of lotus in the bowl in the water.

Xu Yi gently sat down beside Han Chuan, the wine made him talk more, and his head slowed down, "... For dinner today, I only ate one stewed beef with chopsticks and was poured three pots of wine..."

I looked back at the door.

One of the Qin Wangfu and the restaurant is at the mouth of the alley, and the other is at the tail of the alley, but they can't be seen.

Xu Yi smiled, and saw that Mama Zhong in the hall even withdrew with the two little ones, drank the cup of hot tea that Han Chuan didn't drink, sat beside Han Chuan, and said softly, "It just so happens that the second brother and the third brother are here, Chen Shangshu and Dongnan Hou can change someone to fill the wine, so I will come out to disperse the wine." ”

Now that it was closed, most of the oil lamps in the hall had been extinguished, and only the few lamps near the counter were still burning, and the warm and clear light shone on Xu Yi's cheeks.

Han Chuan looked at Xu Yi for a long time, looking at his well-defined and slightly drooping side face, looking at his hand lightly resting on the square table, looking at his slightly loose placket, and then looking at his low and drooping eyelashes and waveless eyes.

The second prince and the third prince are hot stoves, and when this hot stove comes, the master's house is not needed, but it is still a feast...

Han Chuan smiled.

I didn't understand what I was laughing at.

This kind of resentment is strange to her.

It's very strange, very strange.

Even if they conceived children together, she and Xu Yi were not intimate in their conversations.

Han Chuan didn't speak.

Xu Yi raised his head, "I'm a little hungry, if you don't eat when you close, I'll sit and leave, and the shopkeeper doesn't care about me." ”

Han Chuan nodded, got up and walked to the inner courtyard.

Halfway through, Han Chuan turned sideways, but he saw the silhouette projected on the ground under the lamp, and there was a bit of loneliness and loneliness under the lamp.

Han Chuan sighed softly and turned to walk towards the stove house.

There are still some left, Han Chuan turned over the ingredients, cut a high bamboo shoot, half a Chinese cabbage, blanched the high bamboo shoots and then took out the cubes, the Chinese herbs were salted and cut into thin strips, the mutton in the scallion fried mutton was picked out, fried separately until fragrant, and the greasy places were fried until they were fragrant and golden. Then add the blanched bamboo shoots and diced woad and stir-fry until fragrant.

There are still some left, including boiling water and salt, take out the ramen noodles immediately after a burst of water, drain the cold water and put it in an iron pot, add soybean oil, fennel, dogwood sauce, pepper and stir-fry evenly and then put on a plate.

A plate of hot fried noodles out of the pan.

Han Chuan walked out of the stove house.

Xu Yi was leaning against the wall and closing his eyes, his legs loosely on another chair, the whole person looked very tired, but it looked... Inexplicably relaxed?

Han Chuan pursed his lips, put the fried noodles in front of Xu Yi, didn't wake him up, and turned around and went back to the inner courtyard.

Early in the morning of the second day, there was an empty tray and an ingot of broken silver in the hall.

Mama Zhong weighed the weight, and she could have three taels of silver.

All right.

As far as restaurants are concerned, Xu Yi alone holds up half the sky.

The other half of the day, smelling the fragrance of the last cluster of cattails in late spring, touched it in time.

A spoonful of crispy pu cabbage is tender, and the plate is full of fresh carp fragrance.

Pu cabbage, Jiangnan cuisine is used a lot, it is a fat and tender underground rhizome, stewed fish, soup, and stewed vegetables are all perfect matches.

Boss Jia knew that Han Chuan liked these seasonal things, and he didn't stick to silver, so he came over to deliver Han Chuan with a basket of wet mud.

Xiao Shuang'er had never seen this thing, let alone eaten it.

I saw Boss Jia carefully shaving the wet mud open, revealing the white and flawless pu cai, knowing that Han Chuan was a knowledgeable person, "... Huai'an 800 miles rushed to deliver, no one in the eastern suburbs market wanted, I want it. This basket, guess how much I paid? ”

Han Chuan compared a "five", "fifty dollars? ”

Boss Jia "Ahh Such a small basket has to cost me eighty wen! ”

Han Chuan laughed, "Okay, can I give you a hundred dollars?" By the way, the half of the pig on your ox cart and the rabbit in the bamboo cage are also recorded in the children's account, and they will be settled together at the end of the month. ”

Han Chuan didn't have time to go to the eastern suburbs market, and Boss Jia was her buyer.

As soon as Boss Jia left, Mama Zhong disagreed, "Just this fat man who kills pigs... Since taking over our 'Fresh' grocery business, I heard that there is another shop in the market... He also sent his young son to the school to study... That's how much money we've earned! ”

Han Chuan laughed.

Mama Zhong sighed and began to think in pieces, "I have the same idea as your master. When you buy groceries, you should buy them yourself. Your master thinks that he buys fresh by himself, and I feel that he saves money by buying by himself - without the middle link, isn't it good for us to buy and sell face-to-face? ”

Han Chuan waved his hand.

The other half of the sky in the restaurant - Zhang Sanlang stood up and retorted, "At the same time, the shopkeeper's use to taste, think about and cook is much more valuable than going to buy food!" As for this old Jia..."

Zhang Sanlang is really familiar.

Boss Jia knows them all.

"We have to let people have meat to drink, so we can have meat to eat!"

Han Chuan smiled and carried the bamboo basket to the hall, and was a little surprised that Zhang Sanlang came to the restaurant to hang out during the day, "Are you going to school today?" ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Sanlang's face turned slightly red.

"At home... There's something going on at home... I gave my master a day off..."