The stall where Bo Bo Yun and the iron plate were skewered was overcrowded, and when Xu Zheng, Carlo, and Xiaoban dragged a big wine vat out, a noise suddenly sounded in the crowd.

Someone shouted, "Hey, that black-haired wonder boy, is this a new snack?"

Hearing the title of Wonder Boy, Xu Zheng replied with a smile after his head grew for a while: "Yes." The name is cold shrimp, which is a kind of sweet food similar to the drink, are you interested in trying it? The price is cheap, 3 silver coins a bowl. ”

As soon as I heard that it was a sweet, most of the women who hula came around, and the men's reaction seemed to be half a beat slower for a while.

Based on the deliciousness of the bowl chicken and teppanyaki skewers, everyone was convinced by the taste of the snacks prepared by Xu Zheng, and almost no one only planned to taste them, and unanimously paid for them.

In front of the crowd, Carlo and Xiaoban, the two first to try it, knew roughly how to make it, so they began to cooperate with Xu Zheng's work. Carlo only mixes the ones with brown sugar water, and the small class mixes the ones with various ingredients. And Xiaoban has a deep memory of the filial piety story about cold shrimp told by Xu Zheng, and he has to tell it almost every time he sells a bowl. At the end of a round of purchases, almost everyone knows that there is a beautiful and moving filial piety story behind this snack.

After a period of chaos, those who didn't buy cold shrimp rushed to huddle in front of Xu Zheng's stall, and when they bought it, they couldn't find a table for a while, so they stood or squatted directly on the side of the street and started eating on the spot.

Most of the first wave of buyers were women with a sweet tooth, from young girls who came out on a hot day, young women who took their children out to enjoy the coolness, and older or older women. Holding Xu Zheng's newly launched cold shrimp, the first sip of it was a burst of heart-piercing coolness, and then the cold shrimp itself was fine, smooth, soft and glutinous, and the taste was revealed, sweet and refreshing, quenching the heat and thirst. After tasting it, I felt a burst of surprise, and I couldn't help but praise it again and again, and immediately pushed the purchase to a flood.

Sweets are easy to attract women and children. The first group of people who tried it were full of praise and asked for a second bowl, and the young woman took the bowl and carefully fed the children, and the little girls and maidens liked this sweet and refreshing and cold thing even more. In addition, it is soft and delicate, it is also very convenient for children and the elderly to eat it, and as soon as the cold shrimp is launched, the people who adapt to it are obviously much wider than the bowl chicken and iron plate skewers.

Because a large number of women rushed to the front, followed by a large group of greedy children, the old men were embarrassed to fight with a group of women. Therefore, there was an obvious scene of yin and yang in front of Xu Zheng's stall. Seeing this, Carlo couldn't help but laugh and laughed, "The men are here all here." With the addition of ingredients, that way of eating is not suitable for us men. Let's try my newfound craft, this concoction is just a big sip to relieve the heat and enjoy it. God knows, his so-called new craft is to scoop out a bowl of cold shrimp and pour it into brown sugar water to solve the problem......

But this did not dampen the interest of a large group of men, who flocked to Carlo over a crowd of warblers and chattering children to taste what he called his newfound 'craft'.

After tasting it, the cold shrimp quickly conquered a group of men who were not particularly fond of sweets, and they all affirmed the delicacy of the cold shrimp and its excellent heat-quenching and thirst-quenching effect after a period of wild pouring. You must know that this thing, like bowl chicken and iron plate skewers, has never appeared in the imperial capital, so it came out through Xu Zheng's scenery, and no matter which one is delicious, for a while, the name of cold shrimp and Xu Zheng's name were linked, and people talked about each other.

After eating and drinking for a while, people find that they feel thirsty after eating bowl chicken or teppanyaki skewers, and then a bowl of cold shrimp is a perfect combination. As a result, many people directly shifted their positions to drink cold shrimp after eating bowl chicken or iron plate skewers. There are also many people who change direction, and after drinking the cold shrimp, the heat is gone, and they seem to have more appetite, and they turn to the stalls of bowl chicken or iron plate skewers. In this way, the three snacks seem to form an interrelated structure, as if you have tasted each one once to enjoy it.

Cold shrimp, teppanyaki skewers, bowl chicken, three snacks, all of which are extremely delicious, and the price is quite cheap. At the price of copper or silver coins, the residents of Xiacheng can afford it. So all of a sudden, the three stalls were simply crowded with people, forming a unique scene in the lower city. Of course, the proportion of residents in the lower city who cannot afford this food and drink is actually larger, and this part of the population stands at a distance, stopping to watch, and is extremely envious of the food and drink.

Xu Zheng didn't expect so many people to come to eat, rest, and play, watching the three food stalls get more and more people piled up, and gradually there was a momentum of water leakage.

In a flash of inspiration, he called Luciena out of the field, drew a few tables from the field, gathered around a stool, and learned from Ruki, lit a candle on one table, and invited young women with children or older people to sit around and eat.

The intimate gesture has been appreciated by everyone, and some people from poor families have been unable to hold back, holding the mentality that even if they are a province, they should try these kinds of snacks, and they have to give it a try.

There are the largest number of people in Xiaoban, and the story of filial piety learning to make cold shrimp and respect his mother has attracted widespread attention, and many women have gathered around Xiaoban to tell the story again and again. Xiaoban's temperament was originally lively, at the beginning, several girls surrounded him, asking him to tell stories, Xiaoban also made a fuss, and when he told it several times, his face became thicker, and he told the little story with vinegar, which was more beautiful and moving than when Xu Zheng narrated it at the time. Everyone listened interestingly, especially some elderly people and women with children, who felt that they were not enjoying listening to it over and over again, so they ordered a bowl of cold shrimp with enough ingredients to sit at the table closest to the small class, eating and drinking slowly, and listening carefully.

The small class was busy while talking and doing the work in hand. As soon as she finished speaking, a girl with round eyes said, "Brother Xiaoban, could you please speak again?" I started listening halfway through and didn't finish listening. Let's talk about it again, okay?"

Xiaoban's eyes widened and said, "I've talked about it many times, and I've already spoken dry, I'll talk about it later, okay?"

The girl pursed her lips and said, "Well, I finally asked my father for three silver coins, just to taste the cold shrimp and listen to this story." Well, otherwise, I'll ask you to eat half of this bowl, and you tell me a story. ”

Xiaoban couldn't cry or laugh, so he had to talk again. After hearing this, the girl only felt fascinated, and said, "I don't know what happened to that mother and son?" Is it that the son accompanied his mother and sold cold shrimp together for a living, and then this particularly delicious snack spread, right?"

How do I know? Xiao Ban's head was big for a while, and his eyes turned to Xu Zheng for help, who was the birthplace of this story.

Receiving Xiaoban's eyes, Xu Zheng couldn't help but be happy, walked to Xiaoban's side and sat at the table where many women were sitting, and said with a smile: "Of course." With such a filial son and a loving mother, both of them can't live happily if they want to. There is also a little child, who is only nine years old, and he knows that he is considerate of his parents, and it is also a touching story, do you want to hear it?"

Maika took Xiao Banga, and the two rushed over from Zhongcheng District, just when they heard this, Xiao Banga said happily: "Brother Xu Zheng can tell stories? I want to listen to it! By the way, grandpa said that the sour wine has been disposed of, and there is no such thing as vinegar as you said." Anyway, you're so strong, you can make it yourself. Hehe. Now I want to eat snacks, I want to eat cold shrimp, I want to listen to stories! Well, why do we live in Midtown? I go and tell my grandfather that I can move down the city. If you want to eat snacks, you have to make a special trip here, tired!"

In addition to cold shrimp, the other snack with flour as raw material in the plan can only be put for a while, and the lack of condiments can not make a good taste, so it is better not to use it for the time being.

Both guys were sweating profusely, and Xiaoban hurriedly transferred two bowls of cold shrimp and sent them over. When Maika and Xiaoban tasted it, they were immediately full of praise, and after quickly solving one bowl, they asked for a second bowl, shouting for Xu Zheng to tell the story quickly.

Xu Zheng went to the field store and dragged a stool for himself out, sat on it and posed in a posture of dragging it, cleared his throat, and said with a smile: "I'm going to talk~"

Everyone was overjoyed and warmly asked Xu Zheng to tell. Xu Zheng picked up a child who had been looking at him with a pair of blue pupils open, and began to tell the story of Huang Xiang mentioned in the Three Character Sutra, a nine-year-old child, but he knew filial piety, and he knew the story of warming his parents' bed before going to bed in winter. Then he told the story of a four-year-old child, Kong Rongrang Pear.

Residents of the lower city have always been culturally and recreationally backward, and rarely have the opportunity to hear these tales of filial piety and brotherhood. In order to take care of many children to make it easier to understand, Xu Zheng not only told the story in a simple and understandable way, but also tried to tell it vividly and interestingly.

In this way, the number of people gathered in front of the stall is larger and larger, and the characteristics of snacks, eating, playing, and resting, are fully reflected.

Seeing that there were more and more people surrounding in front of the field, blocking a small street with a momentum of water, Xu Zheng himself saw that his scalp was numb. The women, children, and the elderly are fine, most of them sit quietly and listen to the stories, and then talk with their heads bowed in a low voice. But the men were unscrupulous, and after the cold shrimp had been swallowed, the heat had dropped, and all of them had a good interest and appetite, so they gathered together in twos and threes, and most of them ordered bowl chickens and iron plate skewers, and then ordered wine from the field, or drank it themselves, or invited friends, talked loudly, laughed loudly, and made the whole field and the small street outside the door like a vegetable market.

Looking at this situation, Xu Zheng was depressed for a while. The snack business is good, and the quietness of the side streets is also destroyed, and the culprit is himself. According to Xu Zheng's estimation, the snack business will be even more violent. That means that the quiet of the side streets will be gone forever. If it continues to be noisy every day, the residents in the neighborhood don't know how big it will be. And you can't let all these so many diners squat on the street forever and eat and drink, right? On the first day of the chicken, the table was set on the side of the street to attract business, and who knew that the situation would continue to develop and become a street food completely......

Looking at the black pressure of the head, Xu Zheng realized that he could not let this situation develop anymore, and opening a store had to be sent on the line.

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