In the vegetable market near Tang Zhao's house, there are stalls he is familiar with.

Because he used to come to buy vegetables with his parents, Tang Zhao also grew up in the eyes of some vegetable sellers.

Tang Zhao rarely cooks by himself now, mainly because he went to school for a day and just wanted to rest when he went home at night. On weekends, in order to treat yourself, you will usually only order takeout, and over time, there will be fewer opportunities to cook your own meals.

Tang Zhao has some cooking skills, because his father has always been cooking when his parents are at home, and his long-term experience has made Tang Zhao know some home-cooked dishes by heart.

This time is different, he is not entering the vegetable market alone, he still has Qin Zheng by his side.

Even if high school boys go out on dates with girls, they mostly go to entertainment venues. Visiting the vegetable market together at this age is incomprehensible in the eyes of most people.

Qin Zheng followed Tang Zhao's side, looking around around the various stalls in the vegetable market, not knowing what ingredients to buy.

She just rubbed rice at Tang Zhao's house, and Tang Chao, who was in charge, was naturally responsible for what dishes she wanted to make.

"Qin Zheng, do you have a favorite northern dish, I can make it for you."

Tang Zhao kindly reminded him on the side, but Qin Zheng only thought about it for a short time, and then said the name of a dish that made Tang Zheng feel helpless.

"Pot wrapped meat."

“……”

"What, doesn't Tang Zhao know how to make pot-wrapped meat?"

"No, the first dish I will cook is pot wrapped pork......"

Tang Zhao only felt a headache, but he was helpless. After all, the taste of pot-wrapped meat is sweet and sour, and it is normal for girls to like it.

Recalling the time when he had to see pot-wrapped meat at the table several times a week, Tang Zhao felt that his life was gloomy.

The raw material of the pot meat must be the best pork tenderloin.

Tang Xuanjia was an old customer of a butcher shop in the vegetable market, so he naturally took Qin Zheng to the stall of that butcher shop.

The name of the butcher shop is assured butcher shop, and the meat is as its name suggests, so you can eat it with confidence.

"Yo, it's been a long time since I've seen you here."

The boss was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a stubble in his mouth, wearing a white vest and a white towel on his shoulder.

"When my parents aren't at home, I cook my own food on weekends once in a while. Is there still a good tenderloin, I'll buy one and go back to make pot wrapped meat. ”

"Look at what you're talking about, I can't even sell you for a bad tenderloin."

The boss pressed the cigarette butt in his mouth against the wall and threw it into the trash can next to him, before opening the door to the large freezer.

"Tang Zhao, why did he just say that he wouldn't sell us......

Qin Zheng blinked a pair of big eyes and asked Tang Yu beside him, his tone full of innocence.

Tang Zhao flattened his mouth, only feeling speechless, and he didn't know how to explain for a while.

When the boss heard Qin Zheng's question, he turned his head to Tang Yu and smiled.

"She is from the south, and she can't understand the communication style of northeasterners, which is normal."

Tang Zhao explained to the boss with a smile, and the boss stretched out a thumbs up to Tang Zhao.

"The southern girl can accompany you out to buy pork, at first glance, she is a gentle and virtuous type, you kid is really good."

"No, no, no, she's my classmate."

"Most of the things like this start with classmates."

The boss threw a pork loin on the board, and his words were full of meaning.

Tang Zhao felt a little embarrassed, after all, Qin Zheng was by his side.

"Boss, you're right, I'm indeed gentle and virtuous, this guy doesn't deserve me."

Qin Zheng boasted to the boss with a proud face, who knew that the butcher shop owner didn't eat this set at all.

"If he doesn't deserve you, there's no one on this whole street."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Tang Yu said with a humble face, this time the speechless person became Qin Zheng.

"Do you want it all?"

"Take it all, and put it in the refrigerator if you can't finish it."

"Okay."

After a brief conversation, the boss weighed the pork loin.

"Fifty-two, give fifty and you'll get it."

"Okay."

Tang Zhao scanned the code to pay, took the meat, and said goodbye to the boss.

"Tang Qiu, you buy so much and can't eat it all, why don't you just buy the ingredients for making a plate of pot-wrapped meat, and buy it when you need it in the future, isn't that fresher?"

Qin Zheng asked questions on the side, but Tang Yu smiled and said nothing.

"Tang Qiu, I heard that every family here has a truckload of Chinese cabbage in winter, is this true?"

“……”

Tang Zhao broke the defense on the spot.

Qin Zheng's questioning is like asking a resident of the Central Plains if there is no manhole cover on the road, which is purely a regional black behavior.

Tang Qiu sighed, feeling that she should still correct her misunderstanding of the people of the Northeast.

"In the early years, the economy of the north was not as fast as that of the south, the weather was cold and transportation was inconvenient, and it was difficult for people to eat all kinds of fresh vegetables in winter. So at that time, people would store a lot of Chinese cabbage, and the cabbage could also be pickled into sauerkraut, and when it was cold, it was stewed in a large iron pot, and the whole person was warm when eating. Now the times are developing so fast, the transportation is also convenient, there are vegetable greenhouses everywhere, and the people of Northeast China can also eat fresh vegetables all year round. ”

"Oh, I see......"

Qin Zheng patiently listened to Tang Xuan's speech, although she didn't know much about the local customs and culture, the people here were indeed very talkative, whether it was a taxi driver or a boss who sold things.

"Tang Zhao, let's buy three eggs and go back to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shall we?"

"Boss, weigh twenty dollars egg ......"

Qin Zheng has always been difficult to understand, why does Tang Zhao buy a lot of everything, obviously he can't finish a meal, isn't it better to buy fresh ingredients to cook every time?

After buying eggs, Tang Zhao successively selected various vegetables and hot pot meatballs and beef and mutton rolls, and then bought some green shrimp in the aquatic area, ready to make a braised prawn in oil at night.

At this moment, Qin Zheng suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Tang Xuan, the dragon cub is gone."

"It's okay, it must be waiting for us in the shade outside the market. There's an old woman who sells shortbread, and the dragon cub goes there to eat the pancakes when he occasionally goes out, and now it's time for me to pay for it. ”

Tang Zhao said as he took Qin Zheng towards the exit of the vegetable market.

Sure enough, in the shade of the outer wall of the vegetable market, the dragon cub was lying on the steps, eating sesame baked cakes in his mouth, contented.

A gray-haired, wrinkled-faced, dark-skinned grandmother was selling pancakes in a cart with a glass display case containing all kinds of pancakes.

"Grandma, how much is it?"

Tang Qiu walked to the wall, squatted down and asked the old woman in a loud voice.

She was old, and the back of her ears was so bad that she had to speak loudly to be able to hear.

The other party smiled kindly, and just stretched out four fingers at Tang Qiu.

"Fill me with six more biscuits, make up ten!"

Tang Zhao pulled his neck and shouted, after speaking, he scanned the code and paid ten yuan, the old grandmother nodded, and handed six small baked cakes in a plastic bag to Tang Zhao.

The pancake is not large, sprinkled with sesame seeds, and has a crispy appearance with an oily aroma.

There was no need to greet Tang Xuan, the dragon cub himself got up and led the way, walking in the direction of home.

Tang Xi and the grandmother raised the bag of baked cakes in their hands and waved goodbye.

Tang Zheng's mastery of this area was seen by Qin Zheng, as a local resident, Tang Zheng had the epitome of the city of Shencheng.

Although he is not very old, he does not look abrupt when he blends into the market.

And it's not just the uncle who sells meat, many bosses in the vegetable market are familiar with Tang Zhao.

On the way home, the two of them each carried the ingredients they bought, and they harvested a lot.

Qin Zheng suddenly felt that this kind of life was also very good.

After getting away from the hustle and bustle of Suzhou and Hangzhou, Shencheng's new life seems to have calmed her heart a lot.

As for whether this peace came from this city or Tang Yu beside him, Qin Zheng did not know.