Li Shuang stood on the corner tower and watched their backs, his heart heavy.

Stay or go? It would have been a life-or-death gamble for anyone, but he had decided to stay.

To his surprise, Li Zhi also chose to stay behind instead of taking advantage of the chaos to escape from Dunyu.

Uncle Li is currently in the stage of being released on bail pending trial, if he leaves Dunyu City, the deposit of 150,000 taels of silver will be confiscated, and not a penny will be returned to the Li family.

But the Li family doesn't care about this money, and I believe Li Zhi doesn't care either.

Li Shuang has always believed that this uncle is mediocre and impulsive, and this time his concentration is surprisingly good.

He was very unhappy. If Li Zhi escapes, the Li family will be ownerless again, and he will easily take the throne.

Now, he's going to have to wait a few more months.

The situation in Dunyu City changed day by day, and he really couldn't wait.

……

It was dark, and Ding Zuodong also arrived at Hesu Building.

Shan Youjun came with him. Today's Dunyu City is chaotic, and Ding Zuodong is full of valuable contracts, for fear of being robbed.

In the sprinkling building in the city, few are open for business today, except for Hesu Building.

From the cook to the running hall, Ding Zuodong has promised a lot of money. Of course, the most important thing is that this restaurant is now owned by He Dashao, and the owners who are the weather vane are so calm that the subordinates can barely pay attention.

However, this time-honored restaurant only has two tables of customers tonight, and it is both a regular customer and a drunkard, and it will come before the sky falls.

Ding Zuodong sniffled as soon as he came in, and an indescribable fragrance filled the air.

As a heavy lover of fried peanuts, he can tell that there must be a thick aroma of wide oil in it, but what kind of smell is the rest, which can actually drill into people's hearts in a domineering manner?

He beckoned the guy over and asked, "Where is the big boss?" Also, what kind of dishes do you cook in the back kitchen, it's so fragrant!

The guy answered these two questions in just one sentence:

"The owner has been in the back kitchen for two hours, saying that no one can see anyone but you."

Ding Zuodong and Shan Youjun were very surprised, they both came to this juncture, the owner actually soaked in the kitchen, and stayed for an afternoon?

His heart is so big, and it's almost upside down outside!

The two rushed to the back kitchen, but unexpectedly saw Mao Tao outside the door. Ding Zuodong knew that this was He Lingchuan's horse, but he didn't expect that this person got a chair and sat at the door, and he was actually guarding the door.

Fortunately, Mao Tao also recognized Ding Zuodong, and shouted in his throat: "Boss, Steward Ding is here!"

He Lingchuan's voice came from the kitchen: "Steward Ding, please come in."

Mao Tao got up and gave in.

The curiosity of the two of them had been filled, and when they walked in, there was no one else in the kitchen except He Lingchuan.

"Boss, who are you?"

There were basins on the table one after another, and there were twenty or thirty at first, but fortunately this was a big restaurant, and the number of tableware was amazing. The basin contained a red ......

Ding Zuodong pointed to the basin: "Wait a minute, is this oil?"

He was sure that the smell was coming from the basin. But the liquid in the basin is bright red with red gold, which always gives people a murderous feeling.

He Lingchuan walked over: "Yes." How did you get today?"

He could smell the smell of oil all over his body, especially his hair, which was sticky.

As soon as he talked about the results, the wrinkles on Ding Zuodong's face widened: "Won it!" Owner, we have successfully won the "Oil Tiger"!" With that, he took out a stack of contracts from his bosom and handed them over. "I also took the opportunity to take two shops today, 30 acres of water to water the field, it is so cheap that I can't bear to let it go."

Shan Youjun probed the probe on the side, "The old brand specializing in sesame oil, oil tiger,?"

"Is there a second one, unless it's fake!" Ding Zuodong's eyebrows fluttered, "Originally, the "oil tiger" was ready to be sold to the Shu family, but I cut off the beard, and the bid was ten taels higher than the Shu family! Hehe, it's ten taels higher anyway. You didn't see the Shu family's cub, his face was angry and pig's liver color. ”

Back then, he was kicked out by the Shu family for a crime, and he was full of sulking until now, and finally vented a small half.

"He's bidding with you?" He Lingchuan held a big spoon and fished something from the boiling pot.

"Only once. I. (This chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 242: Red Soup

Piercing him twice, he threw up his sleeves and fled. ”

The last time the housekeeper of the Shu family saw Ding Zuodong, he still looked at people with his nostrils, and threw a bunch of money to send him away; Coincidentally, this time it was still the steward, but Ding Zuodong was so angry that he didn't dare to talk back, so he had to leave in a huff. @精华\/Shuge*First update~~

The feeling of bullying people can't be said to be refreshing, it can only be regarded as relaxed.

Ding Zuodong once again felt that the thigh in front of him was right.

"Congratulations to the owner, the entire industry of "Oil Tiger", including more than a dozen hectares of fields, five oil mills, and seven oil stores, are all owned by you!"

One of the big fist products in and around Dunyu is oil.

Peanut oil, rapeseed oil, and sesame oil can be exported to both inside and outside the state, and even as tribute to the capital.

"Oil Tiger" is a 30-year-old brand in Dunyu, and even has its own raw material field, with controllable quality and is deeply loved by people.

It has always been one of the key points of Ding Zuodong's suggestion that He Lingchuan be in his pocket, but before today, the other party couldn't give it up, half-heartedly, and even the Shu family couldn't grasp it.

"If it weren't for today's special situation, I might not have been able to take it."

"You've worked hard." He Lingchuan poured the contents of the pot into the bowl, and then poured the red oil in the pot into it, "Come, taste." ”

The two of them were stunned and took the bamboo chopsticks handed over by the host, and hesitated for a while: "Ah, this?"

This He Dashao doesn't look like a person who can cook, could it be a hidden skill?

Shan Youjun was more refreshing, stretched out his hand, and picked up a piece of meat soup.

Again, a chopsticks sprouts.

He shoved it into his mouth, chewed it, and his cheeks slowly stopped, and his eyes became more and more round.

He Lingchuan didn't see what he wanted to say: "What?"

Shan Youjun didn't have time to reply, so he sneezed twice.

Thanks to his memory to turn his head first.

"Choke! cough cough cough ......" Shan Youjun couldn't say a word coherently, and his face was swollen and red.

He Lingchuan was prepared, took a glass of water, and then added two balls of ice and snow from the branches outside, and handed it to him: "Just drink it." “

Shan Youjun took it and grunted, poured it in one go, and let out a long "ah".

Ah, relief.

His performance was too exaggerated, He Lingchuan found a pair of chopsticks and tasted it himself.

Well, not the best taste in memory, but passable. After all, he's just a foodie, not a chef.

"Lao Ding, you taste."

Looking at Shan Youjun's performance, Ding Zuodong was worried, but the owner asked for it, and he had no choice but to raise the chopstick.

He didn't know what he had eaten, but the taste exploded in his mouth.

Numb, spicy, fragrant, take turns to fight, and finally burst into a "fresh" word.

Hey?

Huh?

He Lingchuan smiled and asked him, "How?"

"I, I can't tell." For the first time, Ding Zuodong felt clumsy, "What did I eat?"

"Pig red."

"I'll try it again." Ding Zuodong stretched out his chopsticks and took another piece of meat soup.

Shan Youjun watched from the side and couldn't help but say, "Don't you think it's spicy?"

"Spicy is the only way it tastes." Red oil flowed down from the corners of Ding Zuodong's mouth, and he was still unaware, "You're not a local, you don't understand!"

People in the south of Xiazhou like to eat spicy, He Lingchuan has long known that there are even small peppers here.

Shan Youjun saw that he was eating well, and couldn't help but stretch out again.

Although it was so spicy that it sizzled, the taste was weird, and the spicier it was, the more unbearable it was, the more I wanted to eat it.

The two of you and I quickly saw the bottom of the bowl, and only the red oil remained. The last sprout was gone, and Ding Zuodong stretched out his basket and fished it a few times, still unsatisfied.

Shan Youjun, who was smoking in his throat, ran directly outside to gnaw on the snow.

He Lingchuan threw two pieces of paper over: "Wipe your mouth."

"Gaffe, gaffe!" Ding Zuodong wiped his mouth, the paper was full of red oil, "Let the owner see the joke, but this bowl of ingredients is really delicious." ”

He went to the tank and scooped a spoonful of water to drink, then went back to find a piece of paper.

It's so spicy, the nose is through.

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Chapter 242: Red Soup

He Lingchuan pointed to the red oil and asked, "Do you think Dunyu people will like this?"

"Yes," Ding Zuodong gave a thumbs up, "Definitely, definitely." ”

Dunyu people love spicy food, but they have never blended oil, spicy, salty and hemp together. With this kind of smell, Ding Zuodong felt that they must have begun to tremble from the depths of their souls.

"Then I'll leave it to you, let the chef of Heshulou study the dishes as soon as possible, and I'll write the ingredients to you."

Since Ding Zuodong received a time-honored restaurant, He Lingchuan began to ponder the "Hundred Fragrance Collection" obtained in Panlong's dream. The spices there do have a preparation method exclusive to the "spicy" series, and besides, he has eaten so many spicy tang, steamed vegetables, skewers, and red oil pots in his previous life, and that taste has long been seared in his memory, and he can't help but want to eat it as soon as he is touched.

So this afternoon he brought spices from the pharmacy and made them here.

Barely successful.

As the owner, even if he has achieved success at this point, it is impossible to put more energy into it. Later, it depends on Ding Zuodong and Hesulou.

Ding Zuodong was full of joy: "We have a medicine store, we also have an oil mill, and it is not a problem to make this." The recipe must be kept secret by a special person, and add another signboard to Heshu Building!"

He Lingchuan smiled: "No matter how secret it is, it will still spread." Even if others don't know, they will try to do it. ”

Red oil is not difficult in the first place. Its very existence shows the way to others.

Ding Chok Dong also understands this truth: "It is a moment to stay one more moment."

He Lingchuan scooped water and washed his hands, and then heard Ding Zuodong say again, "The Zhan family is gone, and I heard that the rest of their grain and fields were sold to the state capital, including the tuntian that was originally eaten. ”

"Before we came to Dunyu, the Zhan family was selling their property, and half of them were moving away. Now they have no reason to stay. He Lingchuan was not surprised, "Many people also followed the Zhan family, right?"

When a large family migrates like this, other small nobles and common people who intend to leave will follow, firstly to conform to the herd, and secondly for the sake of safety.

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Chapter 242: Red Soup