Erlang hugged his clothes and didn't let go, nodding vigorously, "Sister Xiao is okay." "The things he made are delicious, but it's a pity that he is going to a private school today, and my brother won't let him go to Xiao's house.

In the evening, the Pei family set up wine, all of which were green, everyone ate meat and drank wine, and when they rose, they made punches and bets on the moves, which was more lively than when they were in the Xiao family.

Xiao Qiao's wanted to talk to her son, but she followed Wan's side every step of the way, and the two brothers Pei Hanfei and Pei Bingwen also avoided her, but they couldn't find a chance to speak.

The group only made trouble until the middle of the moon before they dispersed.

On the Xiao family's side, Xiao Jingshu personally cooked at night, made a bowl of spicy noodles for Old Man Wei, and confessed for a while before the old man turned over the marriage and did not inform him of this.

The noodle soup is a big bone broth that has been boiled all afternoon, boiled soft and glutinous noodles, poured with a spoonful of chili oil, sprinkled with chives and peanuts, and then come to Jinjiang Spring for two or two years, the taste, happy like a fairy!

Old Man Wei ate two large bowls in a row before putting down his chopsticks, "It's still your craftsmanship!" Unlike the cook at home, the dish is light and tasteless. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the little grandson on the side.

Wei, the cook at home: "......"

You've been eating it for more than ten years, is it too late to say that it's tasteless?

Xiao Jingshu glanced at Wei Xie An sympathetically, "You are also a Langzhong, so you should be taboo." ”

Old Man Wei is about to cross the threshold of eighty years old, and his family is studying medicine, so there are naturally many taboos in eating, and she has been fortunate to taste it, but it is not unpalatable, but it is very light.

Old Man Wei blew his beard and glared, "I'm almost eighty years old, I've lived most of my life, what's wrong with wanting to eat something delicious when I'm old?" ”

Xiao Jingshu: "......"

She was speechless.

The reason is good and powerful.

"Speaking of this flour noodles, the price is only a little more expensive than the noodles, but thanks to the person who sold the noodles, a recipe of five taels of silver, regardless of the merchants and farmers, give money to sell, only a few years? Not only Baigong County, but also the surrounding counties and towns can do a lot of people, and even more so, the recipe in each place is five taels of silver, which is also peculiar. I see that you are different from other places, and I think you did it yourself? ”

When he said the last sentence, Old Man Wei stared at Xiao Jingshu's old eyes with undisguised expectation.

Xiao Jingshu nodded helplessly, "A few days ago, I saw that sweet potatoes were sold cheaply, so I bought some, and I will ask Wanqing to wrap some for you to bring back." ”

The so-called noodle is the sweet potato flour of later generations.

Unfortunately, the recipe was sold by her, five taels of silver a piece, Tong Su was not deceived, and those who came did not refuse.

She also came to this world for several years before she discovered that sweet potatoes would be made into flour, boiled or fried, but there were no fans.

Later, her father was seriously ill and the family had difficulties in making a living, so Xiao's father wanted to sell the shop, but she stopped him and wrote a recipe to sell it in Shumo Shop, which really sold for a lot of money.

At that time, Xiao's father's classmate, the boss of Shumozhai, asked her, this recipe is ingenious, why don't you sell it at a high price? What did she say?

The noodle recipe is just a trick, and when the finished product comes out, there is no recipe, and it won't take long for someone to study it. And sweet potatoes have high yields, barren land can be grown, so the price is low, if a large one, the huge profits are considerable, but that is only for the people who sell, but for ordinary farmers is not necessarily a good thing.

Old Man Wei was satisfied, pulled Xiao Jingshu to chat for a while, praised Pei Dalang, asked about the progress of his studies, and assigned more than a dozen illnesses in a row.

Xiao Jingshu: "......"