The news of Chai Lin's marriage spread to every corner of Changping City with the heavy snow.

Even the hungry people who were worried about their next livelihood, as long as their clothes could withstand the cold, followed Chai Lin's horse's hooves to see what she was going to do.

To everyone's surprise, Chai Lin's nonsense this time was stopped by his brother, and he didn't even give him face at all, so he snatched the reins and dragged him back to Chai Mansion in full view.

"Mr. Ji, I'm almost embarrassed, and it's up to you next. I still say the same thing, if Wang Lang doesn't come, you will have no way out! ”

Chai Lin's complexion didn't know whether she was red by the wedding dress or blushing by herself, but her mouth was still very poisonous.

"Don't worry, the time is coming, and the shops are closing. Tonight I will call the city to talk, and tomorrow morning, I have something to say. ”

The next morning, before the rooster had crowed three times, the door of the auspicious day was slapped so that even the dust on the beam fell off.

"What shoots? Is there a shop open on the street, come back in an hour! ”

Ji Ri didn't open his eyelids, but just muttered, and the knock on the door was heard. Just as he rolled over and was about to get some sleep, the poor wooden door was finally dead and was kicked to the ground.

This time there is no auspicious day not to open your eyes, not only to open your eyes, but also to wrap the quilt tightly in case of accidents.

"Mr. Ji, the three watches are lit and the five watches are the chickens, which is when the boy is studying. Miss Ben is afraid that you will miss the good time of studying, so she came over to wake you up, isn't it very intimate? ”

"That's nature, Miss Chai is resolute and thoughtful, she really has the true character of a woman, a heroine among women!"

"Then don't get up yet! Do you want to wait for the whole city to see Miss Ben's laughing stock! ”

"You're going to watch me get dressed?"

Chai Lin snorted secretly, blushed, and withdrew from the door with a wolf's tooth brass mace.

The auspicious day who knew the current affairs would not give Chai Lin a second chance to enter the door, so he got dressed and went out of the door in an instant, and Chai Lin was really guarding him outside the door.

"Miss Chai, how can I let you be my doorman!"

"Phew! The surname is Ji, don't play poor for me, hurry up and do something for me, otherwise I'll let you taste the power of pulling grass and finding snakes! ”

Seeing Chai Lin's gaze hit his waist like a blade, Ji Ri adhered to the principle of good men not fighting with women, and left Chai Mansion with a smoke.

Before the auspicious day germinated the plan to go as the plan, two Chaifu family members, one tall and one short, greeted him.

"Young Master Ji, the two of us are members of the Chai Mansion. My name is Chai Wu, and his name is Chai Jing. Miss is afraid that you will encounter gangsters on the road, so she sent us to cheer you on. ”

Ji Ri looked at these two family members, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"It's cold outside, go back. It's okay, I'm not afraid of death. ”

The short man laughed and blocked the auspicious day's words.

"Young Master Ji, as long as you get things done, the rest has nothing to do with us."

Man is a sword, I am a fish. Ji Ri sighed, and had to be sent to the major teahouses and restaurants by the two family members in the saddle.

A few hours later, the teahouses and restaurants in Changping City had already learned the news that Chai Lin was going to reopen the ring, and the words left by the auspicious day were posted at the door.

The red-clothed snow walks the horse's hooves, looking north and looking east for no tiger tracks.

The years and months are empty, and Changying asks the man's heart again!

The poems are for those literati who like to talk highly, and what really affects the people in Changping City is the content of the poems.

"At the time of the winter solstice, the martial arts were rebuilt outside the gate of Chaifu, and then a good son-in-law was found. Whoever fights with him, he who crosses the ten will give money and a hundred words; Those who pass 30 will be given five coins of silver; Those who pass fifty will get the tip of the tiger's tooth and gun; Those who are better than Chai Lin can be the son-in-law of Chai Mansion! ”

The notices posted were looked down upon, but no one talked about the matter of entering the Zengchaifu, and almost all of them put their spirits on those coins. There are even a few idiots who are immersed in martial arts, and they just want to play with the tip of the tiger tooth gun.

After finishing his work on the auspicious day, he sat in the last teahouse and drank tea with Chai Wu and Chai Jing.

"Your eldest lady's prestige is okay, and the color of the desire has changed."

Chai Wu just lowered his head and drank tea, not daring to talk. But Chai Jing spoke out to defend her master.

"That's just that no one can beat our young lady, just according to our master's current official residence of the prince and the prince, Feihuang Tengda is just around the corner, how can no one come?"

"If you can beat Chai Lin by half a point, will you dare to fight?"

Hearing this, Chai Jing didn't know what to say for a while, but Chai Wu's hand trembled, and the tea in the bowl spilled all over the table.

The two of them suddenly felt embarrassed, but Ji Ri was a distinguished guest of Chai Mansion after all, and Chai Jie explained when he went out. Chai Wu Chai Jing had no choice but to excuse herself and go back to her life and rushed out of the teahouse.

Ji Ri shook his head, and occupied a table by himself, the snow outside the window did not stop, and the steam from the hot tea was in the square inch. When he was so self-conscious, he attracted the attention of the shopkeeper.

"This master, I'll help you wipe the table, don't spare your interest. The roast duck in the small shop is good, and the big families in Changping City are going to come to eat every few days, do you want to try it? ”

On an auspicious day, he looked at the street scene with a tea bowl, and a snow made the victims of the road begging retreat. Only a few well-dressed guys were huddled under the eaves on the opposite side, afraid that the snow would hit their clothes and make it difficult to keep out the cold.

"Roast duck, come ten, eight chop them up, take a pot of steamed buns out, and add some oil and water to those poor people."

The shopkeeper was very happy, as long as there was business, even if ten ducks were set on the table to eat one and watch nine, it would not be okay. It's just that the word steamed bun makes him a little confused.

"Master, forgive the little loneliness, what is this steamed bun?"

Ji Ri was about to explain, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly. After he got the cage drawer out, he didn't make a big deal about it, even if it was only a few dozen miles away, this food was unique to Yuze.

"You don't understand it, take me to the kitchen, and you'll understand when you see something."

It doesn't matter if the shopkeeper is in his eyes, Ji Ri is just a boy with an odd temper. To be able to get involved with Chai Mansion and take on such an errand is definitely not very human. can make the Chai Mansion often come from the teahouse to patronize, this is what the shopkeeper wants.

When the two arrived in the kitchen, the pastry chef was sitting on a stool rolling out dough. When he heard footsteps outside, he didn't look back.

"The pancakes are going to take a quarter of an hour, what are you doing here?"

The shopkeeper coughed, and the pastry chef looked back, only to find that it was not the guy who ran the hall who came to the kitchen, but the shopkeeper and a guest.

"Shopkeeper, what are you bringing people to my kitchen?"

The shopkeeper did not elaborate, but asked the pastry master to cooperate. Ji Ri didn't notice that the pastry chef was already a little unhappy, and asked to himself.

"How many long chopsticks are there for frying fritters?"

The pastry chef can't help but be angry, he has been making pastries for more than ten years, and he has never heard of eating in a teahouse and running to the back kitchen to fry fried fritters and chopsticks.

"Even if the shop specializes in frying fritters, it only has two pairs, and I only have a pair here, is there more?"

The pastry chef spoke with an urn and a breath of urn, hiding three points of fire inside. Ji Ri didn't take it seriously when he heard this, and began to look around in the kitchen.

"Shopkeeper, how about this dustpan for me?"

How much is a dustpan worth? Although the shopkeeper was a little curious, he couldn't help but ask, and just nodded.

After receiving a positive reply, Ji Ri took a knife to first cut off the three sides of the dustpan, and then compared it with the iron pot, cut it into a circle and buckle it on the pot just right.

"What kind of food are you doing, and what is the reason for sawing a small pot lid?"

The pastry chef looked at it for a long time and was confused. I have made countless pastries over the years, even the southern pastries I know a little bit about, but this one sung on the auspicious day is unheard of.

"It's just a steamed bun, it's not worth mentioning. By the way, go and give me a pound of noodles and add five taels of water. ”

When the pastry chef heard it, he felt that he was a layman, and he didn't know what to do. He clasped his hands on his chest, and had no intention of obeying orders. Although he works in the teahouse, most of the repeat customers rely on his dim sum, and the shopkeeper also gives him three points of thin noodles.

Ji Ri saw the shopkeeper's embarrassed look and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"Okay, don't bother you to do it, just wait and see."

Found the noodle jar, took out a pound of flour into the basin, and scooped a scoop of cold water on the auspicious day. Add water to the left hand, and the posture of the right hand and the noodles looks very orderly, which makes the pastry chef take a high look.

"You have one or two less water, frying and frying are not suitable, and the things that come out are hard, do you want to cook noodles?"

It was the pastry chef who had just put on his face, but now it was an auspicious day. He just focused on the face, and he didn't give up until the face was light, and the hand was light. Ji Ri found a wet cloth to cover his face, touched the side of the stove, and picked a place that was not too hot to put down.

"I want to eat half a pillar of incense, and if you want to know why, just give me water."

This sentence is clear to the pastry chef. The so-called impermanence must have a demon, this trip down is either juggling or a new trick, although the face is supported by their own craft, but there is still some humble mind.

Seeing that the master sat down on the water, he put the basket drawer changed from the dustpan into the pot and covered the pot with a lid.

"Do you want to know why you have to wait for this half pillar of incense?"

The pastry chef blushed, and it was difficult to open his mouth to ask because of his face. The shopkeeper, on the other hand, was much more shrewd, and he could see that it was a new craft.

"Master, don't hide it! It is a blessing for our shop to come and teach us this craft. You explain the reason clearly, don't say ten roast ducks, even if it's twenty, I'll give it to you! ”

Ji Ri didn't plan to sell Guanzi in the first place, and since the shopkeeper gave the steps, he didn't pretend to be pretentious.

"What are you doing with roast duck? You can't eat that thing all at once. In the future, I will make this steamed bun, take five taels of steamed buns in a cage, there is a poor man who begs on the side of the road, and when I see it, I will give one, and you will accumulate virtue and do good, how about it? ”

The shopkeeper nodded again and again, he was not a person who cared about food, and a few extra baked cakes would also give alms to the poor people passing by.

"It's called Hunger. Give the dough half a column of incense to a stick of incense, and the water that goes in when the noodles are alive will be fused with the flour balls, and it will be much more delicious. ”

Dajin without yeast, and Jiri doesn't plan to develop it himself. Explaining the process of fermentation and sugar conversion to the shopkeeper is tantamount to talking to the chicken, and you only need to give an explanation.

Time passed quickly, the dough in the basin swelled slightly, many pores popped up, and the auspicious day knew that it was almost fermented.

"Go, meet again."

The pastry chef's face was unhappy, but the footsteps towards the basin had betrayed his heart.