"Okay!" Xue Qinghui replied and watched Su Qing leave.

Walking to the morning market, Su Qing was holding a vegetable basket on his arm, and now in this season, even if there are leeks, they are the last stubble.

As for the greenhouse vegetables, except for the wealthier ones who are willing to grow them in the greenhouse, the poor are reluctant to get these things.

Regardless of the era, there are far more poor people than rich people.

I picked two cabbages, a bundle of leeks, and went to buy two catties of lamb shank, pork kidneys, and even tofu for two pieces.

Tofu can be made into chicken tofu, but now there are no tools and can only roast tofu.

It seems that you have to remodel the grill, grill it again, and make the other side into a solid base, whether it is to make a chicken tofu or fried pork slices.

Thinking so, Su Qing walked to the stall.

The sun rises and the sun shines down.

Xue Qinghui was holding a pu fan in his hand and fanning charcoal.

The matsutake mushroom heel is roasted on top, and the seasoning is sprinkled in a small wooden carved bottle, and the smell of smoky barbecue comes out.

People who rarely roast matsutake mushrooms buy a few skewers, take a steamed bun or bun from the stall next door, sit on a stone and nibble on it.

"Little Brother Xue'er, this board is good, and it can be used as a table!" The man who spoke sat down with a bowl of ravioli.

took a sip of the wonton and looked up at Xue Qinghui, who was busy with his work.

The barbecue thing must be grasped by the heat, it is too burnt to be successful, and it is not possible to give birth, and Xue Qinghui is busy working alone, so it is in short supply.

When the man who ate the wonton took two strings of matsutake mushrooms, the wontons in the bowl had already been eaten, so he could only go to the opposite side and get a steamed bun and swallow the matsutake mushrooms.

If there is no steamed bun, you can eat the roasted matsutake mushroom in one or two bites, so isn't it just Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, and he doesn't even taste the taste.

When Su Qing came back with a bucket of water from a nearby house, the number of people in the market gradually increased.

First, the bamboo skewers were recycled and inserted into a wooden piece wrapped in wheat straw that would only be used to sell sugar gourds.

After finishing it, he picked the leeks with his hands, cleaned them, and after controlling the water, they were skewered and placed next to Xue Qinghui, and he said that he didn't care about the heat.

"And leeks? Can this stuff be grilled and eaten too? ”

"Yes, do you want two strings?" Xue Qinghui's fan was still shaking in his hand, and at the same time he raised his head to greet the guests, without delay at all.

"Two strings!" The man took out a few copper coins from his sleeve and placed them in a wooden box beside him.

The fan in Xue Qinghui's hand shook even more vigorously.

Seeing that Xue Qinghui could be busy, Su Qing didn't pay attention to Xue Qinghui, processed the small fish brought from Beishi, put it on a plate, and walked towards Xue Qing.

Then I got a lamb skewer, and I also got a little pork kidney.

After finishing the things in hand, the water in the bucket arrived, and when he came back, Xue Qinghui was already too busy.

Next to the stall stood a few scantily clad women, holding fans in their hands, and they could smell a fragrant wind when they walked in.

On such a cold day, no one would wear such a revealing dress except for that kind of profession.

But......

They are all customers, and Su Qing will not look at these people with any colored eyes.

Standing beside Xue Qinghui, he skillfully smeared oil on it, sprinkled spices, and adjusted the fire.

After a busy day, when he was free, Su Qing hurriedly found a place to sit down.

Turned......

Over there, Xue Qinghui was chatting with others.