Dongshu took a half-hour lunch break.

Half an hour later, I got up on time, washed my face, put on my apron, and then got to work.

The noodles are ready, and you can start steaming by yourself.

In the marinade pot, you can also start to add a little heat.

Then it's ready to be served in a large clay pot.

Then add charcoal to the fire.

Tools and the like, Dongshu has seen them one after another in the past few days, and they have been added.

Now it's up to the person.

Dongshu's movements are still very sharp.

Around the three stoves, back and forth.

Without the slightest impatience.

For Dongshu, thousands of lives are thousands of experiences.

Some skills may be used one day, even if they don't seem to be useful.

It's all unpredictable.

Moreover, today's life is actually very down-to-earth.

In this world, the memory of the original owner is rarely complete, and the mind is also rarely clear.

You can safely steam steamed buns, make braised pork, eat delicious food, and drink wine to complete the task, why do you want to die by yourself?

So, that's good.

This afternoon, because it was already a finished marinade, the fragrance in the house wafted far away.

Not to mention the child next door, even the child next door next door is crying.

Aunt Song's grandson has already begun to pick up Dongshu's stall at this time, looking at it with a blank eye.

Aunt Song's grandson is 12 years old this year, which is the age of the skin and the skin.

After picking up for a long time, no one came out, and finally turned around and ran back to Aunt Song's shop, and she cried out with a wow.

It's too bad, Uncle Liu next door is too bad.

Eat every day, and the door is closed.

It's cruel.

Money can't buy it.

Originally, I stayed here to drink tea here, or eat some melon seeds and chat, but when I saw Aunt Song's little grandson picking up Dongshu's stall, he cried when he came back, and he poked his neck to look out at ease.

I thought Dongshu had opened a stall.

The result was no, disappointed.

Aunt Song also made her little grandson choke enough.

The shop next to it is Aunt Zhao and her youngest son's family.

Usually they sell pickles that they have made at home, or fresh food that they have caught from the river.

It's not much, but it's enough to make ends meet.

At this time, as soon as she heard Aunt Song's movements, Aunt Zhao came over to join in the fun.

"Let me tell you, I didn't dare to bring my grandson out for the past two days, so that my daughter-in-law could watch it at home." Aunt Zhao was also helpless by this fragrance.

Aunt Song also wants to have a daughter-in-law at home to help watch.

It's a pity that the youngest son's family is gone, leaving such a grandson.

If she doesn't bring it, no one will bring it.

Aunt Song smiled helplessly: "You are still blessed." ”

As soon as Aunt Zhao heard it, she knew that Aunt Song was thinking of something sad, and she snorted several times in a row: "Look at me, I can't speak, but Da Lang has really changed recently." ”

Aunt Zhao knew that she didn't say a conversation, and at this time, she was busy diverting the topic, not wanting Aunt Song to think too much.

"No, Da Lang has been out of business lately." For this, Aunt Song did not deny it, but was a little proud.

After all, the original owner is good, and Dongshu came over, and he was quite kind to them.

Therefore, everyone thinks Dongshu is really good.

After Aunt Zhao looked at it, she lowered her voice and said, "That woman has already left, so Da Lang doesn't have the heart to find another one?" ”

is about to be old, and always wants to match young people, so Aunt Zhao and Aunt Song sat together, and involuntarily began to think about being a matchmaker.

Hearing Aunt Zhao ask, Aunt Song thought about it for a while, and then spoke: "I asked Da Lang, he doesn't seem to have this mind, I guess he didn't come out." ”

As soon as she heard Aunt Song say this, Aunt Zhao was stunned for a moment, reacted, and couldn't help but spit out again: "What a fox, shameless, it's hard for Da Lang to still miss her." ”

Xiao Xinlian's hatred in this area is still very high.

In the past, because she was young and beautiful, she married a good man, she didn't need to work, and she was only responsible for Meimeimei every day.

Although Liu Dalang is simple, he can't be said to be stingy for Xiao Xinlian.

Just look at Xiao Xinlian's former jewelry box.

Although Xiao Xinlian doesn't have a few beautiful clothes, there are a lot of good things in the jewelry box.

Originally, the neighbors felt that Xiao Xinlian was not married to a young master from a rich family, so she didn't need to work.

Even if Liu Dalang has a small surplus, it is still hard money.

But Xiao Xinlian is responsible for cleaning herself up every day, and she doesn't care about Liu Dalang's business at all.

Even if she opened the stall to collect money, Xiao Xinlian didn't come forward.

Of course, it cannot be denied that there may be a possibility that Liu Dalang does not want her to show her face.

In addition to these, the main reason is that she has not separated from Liu Dalang before, and she has already publicly given a green hat, which makes the neighbors shameful.

Therefore, everyone does not have a good impression of her.

At this time, Aunt Zhao mentioned it, and she couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous.

"It's all love debts, forget it, Da Lang has no mind, let's not get involved, if you talk too much, he feels uncomfortable." Aunt Song didn't say much, but just signaled Aunt Zhao not to get involved.

Aunt Zhao has a broken mouth, and she usually likes to watch the excitement, so Aunt Song will say a few more words.

While the two of them were talking, Dongshu had already opened a stall here.

The reason why the two of them didn't know that Dongshu opened the stall without a probe.

One is because of ......

This fragrance is like opening a warehouse to release grain, and it can't be closed at all.

Another natural reason is that originally in Aunt Song's place, she drank tea and ate peanuts, and she began to rush outward.

Aunt Song and Aunt Zhao also followed over to take a look.

The stall was already full of people.

Usually, everyone still pays attention to queuing, but now they can't take care of these anymore.

"Isn't the braised pork good?"

"That's right, it's so fragrant, it should be good, right?"

"Didn't you say at noon that it would be fine at night?"

"Let's let, don't squeeze, I'm out of breath."

……

"Line up, I'm also embarrassed by you guys." Dongshu stood in the stall, but she was not afraid of them crowding.

However, for the group of black and oppressive little heads in front of him, he still said helplessly.

As soon as everyone heard this, they started reluctantly, you retreat, I went in, and then lined up.

Fortunately, everyone is almost familiar with each other, although they don't necessarily know who the other party is, but most of the time, they still look familiar.

So, I don't care so much.

Everyone, you give way, I'll retreat again, and the line will be lined up soon.

Then, Dongshu pasted the price code paper she had made improvised on the window next to her.

Steamed buns: Liuwen (one).

Braised pork: fifteen wen (one tael)

Lotus root slices: Sanwen (1 bowl)