Zhang Yuling was embarrassed, and turned around and walked out of the kitchen with the fabric. Aunt Zhang looked at her back, then looked at Mo Li, who lowered her head to cut beef, and pursed her lips and smiled.

When the Zhang family father and son returned home in the evening, Aunt Zhang had already set up a table of dishes. Zhang Baozhuan saw Mo Li coming and greeted happily. Aunt Zhang said while serving Dr. Zhang: "Moxi bought wine, and the beef was made by him. Moxi also pulled two pieces of fine silk to make clothes for me and Ling'er. ”

"Oh? What day is today, to spend so much, Moxi? Dr. Zhang asked while wiping his hands.

Mo Li smiled: "Back to Dr. Zhang, today is the day when the restaurant settles the bill for me." ”

"Looking at the happy appearance of the Moxi brothers, it is estimated that they have made a lot of money." Zhang Baozhuan bumped Mo Li's shoulder, "Yes, Brother Moxi?" ”

"Hehe," Mo Li chuckled twice, "It's okay, it's okay, it's more than I expected." ”

Dr. Zhang said with a straight face: "It's a good thing that young people can make money, but they can't spend it indiscriminately." It's just a matter of buying some food and everyone is lively, the price of fine silk is not low, and our women from this small family don't need to wear such good clothes. ”

"Okay, I've already told Moxi, let him stop spending money to buy us things next time." Aunt Zhang said, "Let's eat quickly." ”

Only then did Doctor Zhang ease his face and beckoned Mo Li to take a seat.

During the banquet, the Zhang family was full of praise for the braised beef made by Mo Li, and Zhang Baozhuan picked up a small wine cup and touched it with Mo Li: "Moxi, look at your thin and small person, this skill is really good." Not only is the dim sum delicious, but the beef is also better than what is sold outside. ”

Mo Li picked up the wine cup and sipped it and said, "I can't pick up my shoulders or carry them, so I can make something to eat." ”

"This eating is not the same as eating," Dr. Zhang said with three strands of beard, "There are many shops selling dim sum in this Qinghuai City, but none of them can make dim sum made by Moxi." And selling dim sum to a restaurant is really not something that ordinary people can come up with. ”

"Dr. Zhang has won the award, and I'm just playing a little smart." Mo Li arched his hand at Dr. Zhang.

The meal was lively and lively, Mo Li drank a few glasses of wine, and his face was slightly red.

Zhang Yuling cleaned up the table with her mother and made tea again. Mo Li took a sip of hot tea, felt that the wine had gone down a lot, took out a silver ticket of five taels of silver from his arms and pushed it in front of Dr. Zhang and said, "Aunt Zhang and Sister Ling'er have helped me a lot this month, otherwise I wouldn't have made so much money." This is what it means, Dr. Zhang must accept it. ”

Seeing this, Dr. Zhang put away a smile on his face and said, "Moxi, our neighbors live, what is it to help out." Besides, the two of them are idle at home. Aren't you tormenting me like this, put it away! ”

Mo Li stood up and made a long gesture: "Doctor Zhang, the juniors don't dare." Listen to me, although the business of this dim sum has just begun, it has also made a profit of nearly thirty taels in the past month. Originally, I also planned to invite a few people to come if the business was good, and I should have paid for the money. Now that I have my aunt and sister to help, it saves me a lot of heart. This little meaning is to add some needlework to the eldest mother and buy a few boxes of rouge gouache for the younger sister. I also hope that Dr. Zhang must accept it, otherwise I really won't be able to ask my aunt to help in the future. ”

"Nearly thirty taels a month?" Dr. Zhang shook his head in disbelief.

Zhang Baoshui's eyes widened and asked, "Yes, Moxi, when I worked as a bell doctor with my father for a month, it was only seven or eight taels of silver, can you sell this snack for so much money?" ”

"How many snacks are made every day, the eldest mother knows, and Ling'er's sister also knows. Brother Da Bolt can go and ask how much a dim sum is sold for Sijixian, don't you know if what I said is true or false. Mo Li blinked, looked at Zhang Baozhuan mischievously and said.

Zhang Yuling added tea to Mo Li's cup, and said with a smile: "At the beginning, it was forty servings a day, and in the second half of the month, it was fifty servings, and sometimes if you do more, you will send a few more servings." That's more than 1,000 copies a month. I don't know how much it will cost to sell, but that's a lot. ”

"I want you to talk more!" Dr. Zhang glanced at his daughter.

Zhang Yuling stuck out his tongue and muttered in a low voice: "Originally, Brother Moxi is very capable, he can make more than a dozen kinds of dim sum, and send them to the restaurant every day." ”

Dr. Zhang nodded: "Young people not only have skills, but also brains. However, this ......"

Mo Li knew that he was going to refuse to accept the cash again, so he hurriedly interrupted him: "Doctor Zhang, although we live in neighbors and get along well, this matter is one yard at a time. If you refuse to accept the money, then I will have to go out and hire someone, and I will have to teach again when the time comes, and I am afraid that it will affect my earnings. ”

"This ...... That's it," Dr. Zhang sighed, "you kid has sharp teeth, and I can't talk about you." Then take your money. ”

"Thank you Dr. Zhang," Mo Li thanked him, "In the future, we will start with five taels a month, and we will increase it again when the business grows." ”

"Okay." This time, Dr. Zhang readily agreed, and then said: "We can accept the silver, but you don't have to cook by yourself in the future, anyway, our family has to eat, so you can eat with us." ”

Mo Li just wanted to refuse, but Dr. Zhang's face sank and said, "If you don't agree, we won't move around in the future." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, then I'm going to trouble Aunt Zhang in the future." Mo Li hurriedly responded.

Zhang Yuling played with braids and said with a smile: "It's not troublesome, isn't it just a pair of chopsticks." ”

Everyone talked for a while, and Mo Li got up to say goodbye. When she got home, it was just moonlight outside, and she didn't enter the house, but sat directly on the steps. The weather had warmed up, the soft night breeze was blowing on her face, and the strength of the wine was a little upsurged, which made her suddenly remember that night she was riding on the oolong horse with Murong Chu. At that time, the wind was cold, and it hurt a little on his face, so Murong Chu wrapped her whole person in his cloak and held her in his arms.

That embrace was warm, with the faint fragrance of tea unique to Murong Chu. I don't know what he's doing now, but I'm probably busy training soldiers again.

Mo Li sighed lightly, put his face on his knees, and muttered, "Why is he so unproductive, what do you want him to do." But...... But ......" gritted his teeth and stood up, took a deep breath, and forced back the tears in his eyes: "You can't do this again in the future, he has nothing to do with me!" With that, she turned and went into the kitchen, and began to meet, she had to keep herself busy at once so that she would not continue to think cranky.

Murong Chu, who was far away in the western camp, was reading a military book at this time, and suddenly felt his heart tighten. When I looked up, I saw the screen in the corner of the big tent. Putting down the book in his hand, he walked behind the screen, and the small bed was still the same as when Mo Li was there.