The next day, when Changshun brought breakfast into the room, he was startled by Wei Wufeng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Seeing that his eyes were bloodshot, his eyelids seemed to have been smoked, he looked tired, and there seemed to be countless emotions mixed together in his eyes, or joy or doubt or irritability...

Even, there is a trace of unfinished melancholy?

Hell this is... Changshun rubbed his eyes vigorously with his hands.

Could it be that he was dazzled, how could there be so many expressions on his face at the same time with such a cold temperament as Childe?

"Childe! Are you doing it again? Thinking about it, there was only this reason, and he hurriedly stepped forward to take a closer look.

But Wei Wufeng impatiently blocked it with his hand, "It's just a dream, there is no need to be surprised." ”

But how could that dream be like that yesterday...

And why did you dream like that, and why did it stop abruptly there?

After the dream ended, he closed his eyes tightly in the second half of the night, and he still couldn't sleep all night.

"Changshun, what does it mean if you have a strange dream?"

Changshun touched the back of his head, a little puzzled, "This dream, isn't it all like that, yesterday I had a quarrel with Changbai, and I beat him up in my dream, isn't it all thinking day and night." ”

"Thinking about it day and dreaming at night?" Wei Wufeng muttered thoughtfully, bowing his head.

Changshun nodded, and was about to say something more, but he was frozen on the spot as if he had discovered some new continent.

His son-in-law... Why is your face red?!

"Childe, are you suffering from any serious illness, don't scare me..." He stepped forward and touched his master's forehead, it was really a little hot.

"Get out."

“……”

Until Changshun was kicked out and heard the door slammed shut, he thought for a long time and finally came to a conclusion - his son-in-law Dan would relapse if he left Sun Yunniang for a meal!

What should I do?

At this time, Sun Yunniang, who got up early and hurried to the entrance of North Street, did not have the idle time of the master and servant.

Although she was frightened yesterday, the noodle restaurant in Fumanlou opened at noon today, but she had agreed to guide herself in person, so how could she miss the appointment.

As soon as she arrived at the door of the restaurant, she saw a big wooden sign hanging at the door, which was exactly the same as the sign of her noodle restaurant.

A few words are written in yellow on a blue background - from today onwards, Fumanlou will be served for lunch: eight wen per bowl of intestinal wang noodles, seven wen per bowl of spicy chicken noodles, six wen per bowl of meat foam noodles, eight wen per bowl of chicken shredded bean curd noodles, five wen with a zi, two wen with noodles, and one with three tofu fruits. The Dinner Restaurant will continue to operate as usual.

She smiled slightly, the efficiency of this Fumanlou is still quite high.

"The lady is here so early."

A happy voice came from behind her, and when she looked sideways, it was indeed the shopkeeper.

"Yesterday, I heard that your friend came to Fumanlou to look for you, nothing happened, right?" Zhang Hongsheng showed a trace of worry in his eyes, and looked Sun Yunniang up and down.

"It's just a little problem, it's been solved, thank you for your concern." Sun Yunniang bowed.

"It's okay if the lady is fine, everything is ready on my side, I only owe the east wind, please." Zhang Hongsheng smiled heartily and raised his hand to lead the way.

She is the east wind that ignites the fire, and I can't see that this shopkeeper is also a little funny.

Sun Yunniang smiled silently, and silently followed to the front of the store.

Zhao Si hurriedly stepped forward and said as if to invite merit: "Lady, I am sitting at the door of the store today, hehe." ”

I saw a small long table in front of him, on which were placed seven bamboo tubes and a money jar.

Inside each bamboo tube are dozens of finger-wide thin bamboo strips.

At first glance, it looks exactly like a fortune-telling shaker.

But if you look closely, what is written on the bamboo strip is not a hexagram, and the sticks in the seven bamboo tubes are written respectively: "Intestine Wang, meat foam, spicy chicken, shredded chicken, tofu fruit, add noodles, add seeds." ”

Sun Yunniang nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, I'll do what I tell you later." ”

Walking towards the restaurant again, the tables, chairs and benches have been neatly arranged.

On each table is a spice box with salt, pepper and peppercorns, a small cup of oil chili, a pot of soy sauce, a pot of vinegar, and a bamboo tube filled with chopsticks.

Until near the kitchen, a conspicuous wooden sign hung high on the wall, which read: Noodle self-pick-up place.

The kitchen, which had been separated by bamboo curtains, was now closed, revealing the stove, pots and pans, and a large table full of soups, broths, and spices.

The aroma is strong, wafting out of it, and the smell makes people's appetite move unconsciously.

"How about a bowl for the lady first." Zhang Hongsheng couldn't help but ask.

"Okay, then let's have a bowl of shredded chicken bean curd noodles." Yesterday she was too tired, and this morning she had no appetite, so she only drank some porridge hastily, but now she smelled the fragrance but she was really hungry.

Although there is still half an hour before lunch, Sun Yunniang wants to be an introduction.

As soon as the noodle cooker heard Sun Yunniang's words, he put a long and deep bamboo colander into the big pot of boiling water, put a handful of noodles into it, and added a small handful of mung bean sprouts.

In just a few moments, the curly egg noodles and bean sprouts were poured into the bowl.

Add a tablespoon of stock, a pinch of salt, pepper, shrimp paste, a teaspoon of shredded chicken, a teaspoon of bean curd, a few crispy grains, a pinch of sauerkraut, a few peanuts, fried soybeans, and finally sprinkle with chopped green onions and coriander, and pour a spoonful of red oil.

The guy was just about to pass over the bowl, but paused for a moment, "Lady, do you want to add some more oil chili?" ”

"No, I want to eat lighter today, thank you, brother."

Sun Yunniang took the bowl directly with both hands, and reminded her by the way: "Later, whether the noodles are spicy or not, unless the customer takes the initiative to propose, there is no need to ask, all kinds of seasonings are available on the table, and the guests can add them at will. ”

"Good lady." The guy hurriedly responded.

Zhang Hongsheng stroked his mustache, and his eyes flashed.

Just when she thought that Sun Yunniang was going to find a table to sit down, she quickly walked out of the store and put the noodle bowl on the square table guarded by Zhao Si.

Pulled a chair and sat down, "Zhao Si, fan the wind." ”

Although Zhao Si didn't react to what she meant, she obediently took the pu fan and slowly fanned it out towards the noodle bowl.

The red oil floated on the noodles of the chicken shredded bean curd, Sun Yunniang picked up the chopsticks and flipped it into the bowl, and mixed the chicken shredded bean curd and noodles well.

Gently blow it into your mouth.

is worthy of being the chef of the first restaurant in Qingyan Town, and it is made according to her recipe, which is almost the same as the taste of modern Qianzhong chicken shredded bean curd noodles.

Although the shredded chicken is stewed, as long as the heat is properly controlled, the shredded chicken that is stewed and torn out is both chewy and not easy to stuff teeth.

The thick and dense red oil is sprinkled on the bowl of noodles, locking the heat of the broth and noodles, the spicy taste is domineering, the noodles are somersaulted, and from time to time I bite a few crispy grains, the full of grease aroma explodes in the mouth, but the sauerkraut and bean sprouts quickly neutralize the greasy feeling, so that the oil is not greasy, just right.

Sun Yunniang felt that the taste was a little worse, because she had a sour taste, she got up and poured some vinegar on the noodles.

Zhao Si's fan did not stop at all, and he gradually realized Sun Niangzi's intentions.

The location of Fuman Building is located on the East Street of Qingyan Town, which is an excellent location.

The area around East Street was mostly inhabited by literati and a few powerful people, and more importantly, the adjacent North Street and South Street were inhabited by merchants and landlords on one side and peasant households on the other.

On weekdays, most of the people who come to Fumanlou for dinner are the rich people of North Street of East Street, but the common people of South Street come to patronize it for lunch, usually after doing farm work, they occasionally come to make a dozen tooth sacrifices, and most of the dishes ordered are very cheap.

It's not that Zhang Hongsheng doesn't want to do the business of farmers, it's just a small town, and the restaurant doesn't pay attention to any style, and it's a good thing to make money.

However, it is also a fact that the consumption power of the farmers is not high, and he deliberately prepared a lot of cheap dishes for them, but there are still very few people who come for lunch.

Just as Sun Yunniang was slowly sucking the noodles, the point for the farmers to do their work had also arrived, and gradually some people passed by Fumanlou one after another, but few people looked up at the new plaque at the door.

"Lady, why don't they come in." Zhao Si frowned, as if he was a little puzzled, obviously the words on the new plaque were so big.

"Don't worry, fan well." Sun Yunniang didn't raise her head, just ate the noodles slowly.

Zhang Hongsheng next to him didn't say a word, concentrating on his mustache, but a fleeting light flashed in his little eyes.

"What does it smell like?" Not far from the door, a farmer sniffed out, "What a big smell of vinegar." ”

"It's not just vinegar, it smells fresh and spicy." Another farmer couldn't stop swallowing his saliva, he was hungry just after finishing his work, and now he only smelled the smell and didn't know where the food was.

"It seems to smell from the Fuman Building."

The men finally turned around, and at a glance they saw a little girl in front of the store, sipping noodles with relish.

The farmer was about to go up to see what was going on, but he was struck by a man in a blue shirt and approached the girl first.

"Sun Niangzi! I know I won't see you in a few days, and I must be here! I really want to hurt me! ”

This shout was a little resentful and a little helpless, just listening to it, I thought she had abandoned a lover.

Sun Yunniang instantly had goosebumps, a mouthful of soup in her mouth, and she didn't vomit or spit it out.

I looked up and was about to question, but I couldn't laugh or cry when I saw it.

"Gu Xiucai, can you explain more clearly......

It's this middle-aged talent again, her first customer.

Speaking of him, he is really a superb foodie, whether she sells tofu fruit or makes a noodle stall, this Gu Xiucai, but whenever the lady in the family sends pocket flowers, she will come to consume, and from time to time she brings him a lot of new guests.

She is grateful from the bottom of her heart for such an old customer.

The only thing he was a little powerless to complain about was his nerdy speaking style, which made her cry and laugh a lot.