At the same time, on the other side, Song Qian had already blanched the pig's feet neatly, and stewed them with the beans he bought, which gave off the original aroma.

After boiling the pot, Song Qian sprinkled coarse salt and chopped green onions, simmered for a while, and then put out a bowl for the ingots who couldn't wait.

Then handed a bowl to the salivating Changfeng, and the other party hurriedly took it and said, "Thank you Song Niangzi." ”

"It would be better if there was fine salt." This ancient salt-making technology is limited, and most of them are coarse salt containing impurities, and the taste is naturally no better than that of modern fine salt.

The long wind swept all the pig's feet into his stomach, and he felt that he was still unsatisfied, but when he remembered his master, he wiped his mouth clean, filled a jar and prepared to send it to Ji Changye.

"Song Niangzi, then I'll send this to my grandfather first." Seeing that Song Qian's eyes were straight and seemed to be thinking about something, Changfeng stopped bothering and turned to leave.

Song Qian thought that he had seen the method of refining coarse salt, although he was not too sure, he could also give it a try. Thinking like this, Song Qian instructed Yuanbao to be here obediently, and he went to prepare tools for purifying coarse salt.

Ji Changye came back from the county office, and as soon as he stepped into the study, he saw Changfeng holding a jar waiting here.

"Master, the pig's feet stewed by Song Niangzi are sweet and delicious, you can taste them quickly." After that, Changfeng has filled a bowl for Ji Changye, and Ji Changye was annoyed by trivial matters and wanted to let Changfeng out.

But looking at the milky white pig's feet soup, smelling the aroma, the words came to my mouth and couldn't speak.

After a bowl of pork knuckle soup warmed his stomach, Ji Changye remembered what he was doing. Changfeng has been by Ji Changye's side for many years, and when he saw his complicated expression, he guessed three points, and said, "Master, but what did the lady of the Xu family explain?" ”

"Song Niangzi has a jade pendant, which was obtained on that day." When Ji Changye heard Aunt Xu talk about the jade pendant, he knew in his heart that the person who had done the rain with him that day was the heroine.

"In this case, presumably the ingots are the little master." Changfeng's face was a little stunned, and his voice was raised a lot.

Looking at his master, Changfeng's eyes rolled and said tentatively: "What are you going to do, then?" Since you know that Song Niangzi is the woman of that day, and Yuanbao is your little master, you might as well give the two of them a name, so that their mother and son can have something to rely on? ”

Listening to Changfeng's proposal, Ji Changye couldn't help but sigh: "I never thought about it, it's just ......" Recalling that in the past, those women buried their lives in vain because of their fierce lives, Ji Changye couldn't bear to pull Song Qian, who had saved him twice, into the muddy water.

Changfeng had already guessed that Ji Changye would refuse because of this matter, and he wanted to dissuade him again, but it could be seen that Ji Changye frowned slightly, and swallowed back the words on his lips with a little sorrow.

But Changfeng is really anxious about Ji Changye's lifelong events, this Song lady is hard-working, talented and intelligent, and if she misses it, she can't meet it, but how can his master's decision be influenced by him?

Changfeng couldn't help but sigh secretly, it seemed that he could only guard Song Qian for Ji Changye first, and wait for him to figure it out that day!

The night was already deep, and Song Qian cooked and filtered the coarse salt according to his memory, and finally waited for the evaporation and crystallization.

Because of the limited tools and equipment, it is difficult for Song Qian to ensure that he can succeed. If it can really be done, you can launch more food and your business can go to the next level.

Thinking of the silver of the white flowers in the future, Song Qian's heart was full of joy.

Yuan Bao never came to bother, which made Song Qian a little strange. When he came outside, he saw that Yuan Bao had fallen asleep in front of the table, and Song Qian was afraid that he would catch a cold here, so he picked him up and put him on the bed.

After some tossing, Song Qian couldn't escape his tiredness, and after checking the doors and windows, he also cleaned up and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, the salt was really commissioned, although it was not as good as the fine salt of modern fine processing.

Song Qian used this salt to make green onion cakes for Yuanbao, boiled a pot of sweet white porridge, mixed side dishes, and made a simple breakfast.

Yuan Bao also got up early to wash up and sat at the table obediently. Song Qian brought things up and beckoned, "Changfeng, come out for breakfast." ”

In an instant, before Song Qian could see clearly, a figure was already sitting at the table.

Changfeng was eager to try, but he was burned by the scallion pancake that had just come out of the pot, which made Yuan Bao giggle.

Song Qian was not in a hurry to sit down, but took out a few scallion pancakes wrapped in oil paper and put them on the lid of the pot, and instructed Changfeng: "You send these to Gongzi after eating, this scallion pancake will not taste good when it is cold." ”

"Thank you Song Niangzi for still thinking about my grandfather."

Changfeng suddenly remembered something, and he couldn't even take care of the scallion pancake in his hand, and after seeing Song Qian sitting down, he asked, "What does Song Niangzi think of my grandfather?" ”

Song Qian naturally didn't guess the meaning of Changfeng's words, so he only chatted during dinner, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Handsome and chic, graceful, jade tree in the wind, versatile and golden." ”

Changfeng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "That's okay?" ”

Song Qian realized it and asked, "What are you asking for?" ”

But Changfeng no longer answered.

Song Qian came to the shop and was not surprised to see that the door was deserted. After all, it is not uncommon for people to be a little prejudiced against her when such a thing happened yesterday.

It's just that this dessert material is difficult to stay for a long time, and it will be wasted if it is placed here, and this loss is not a star. Thinking of this, Song Qian couldn't help but feel a little sad.

But soon, Song Qian put his irritability behind him and cheered up to clean up the shop.

"This Song lady is really indecent, no one is reluctant on the wedding day, no wonder she is hated by her concubine."

"That is, now that his family is sent to prison, it is really the most poisonous to a woman's heart. I see, she can't do this business for long, who doesn't feel dirty when she sees it? ”

Listening to the woman chewing the root of her tongue outside the shop, Song Qian's movements were stunned but never stopped, and he should have left it behind him, so as not to be angry. But when outsiders saw that Song Qian had never refutated, they intensified even more.

"Where did you say that she, an orphan and widow, got the money to buy such a good shop?"

"What else? It's just that I climbed the high branch of which family and became an aunt with others. It's just that the poor uncle has to suffer from a wild seed to eat his own grain and rice. ”

As they were talking, a basin of dirty water was poured on them, drenching their clothes and mixing eggshells with rotten vegetables and fruits.

"What are you doing, little lady!"

The two shouted sharply, attracting onlookers from the passers-by.

Song Qian put down the wooden basin, looked at the two of them, and said with undisguised disgust: "The sun is scorching, I won't go to the summer for the two of you." Besides, doesn't the dirty water have to be splashed on the dirty floor? ”

Just say her, she deserves to be bitten by mosquitoes twice. But they scolded the ingots, and they would not let them.

"You little lady is sharp-toothed, relying on such a big shop, with a few copper plates, you bully us ordinary people, is there any royal road in this world?"

"That is, the dirty things you did can't be told by others? If you can't hear it, why did you do it in the first place? What kind of chaste archway to erect? ”

The woman didn't give in at all, glanced at Song Qian, and snorted coldly: "I see that this shop is a disguise, and I secretly don't know what to do!" As soon as these words came out, the crowd talked about it, even if they didn't say it in detail, the discerning people also knew it.

Song Qian stood calmly in front of the shop, listening to the two of them singing and finishing, and he was not angry: "You must have done a lot of such things yourself, be a man, it is better to get rid of your own stench first with this kung fu of preaching others." ”

After that, everyone also smelled the stench in the air, the smell of swill poured on the two of them. When the two saw that they couldn't talk about the heroine, they couldn't hold their faces, so they fled in a hurry.

The long wind on the eaves breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, he was stupid to see that the two old women were menacing, and Song Qian would inevitably suffer some losses. But as it turned out, it was he who was overthinking. This Song Qian is really strong, and he can't tolerate half of the grievances, but for some reason Changfeng is a little relieved.

Song Qian saw the two leaving, and shouted before the crowd dispersed: "All desserts in the shop are discounted today, buy one and get one free on a first-come, first-served basis!" ”

Even though Song Qian's reputation is stinky, he will suffer if he doesn't take advantage of the advantage in front of him.

The people didn't care about anything else at the moment, and rushed into the store in a swarm, making the originally cold realm lively again.

Although today is not as much as the past profit, it has not lost much. Song Qian wrote down the accounts one by one, and then took the ingots that he was playing with on the side to lock the shop and go back.

Because of the long wind guarding all the way, Song Qian is also a lot more relieved to walk this night road. Yuan Bao lay on Song Qian's shoulder, and said in a sleepy voice: "Mother, what are we going to eat tomorrow morning?" ”

Hearing this, Song Qian couldn't help laughing: "Yuanbao likes to eat food cooked by his mother so much?" ”

"Of course! The food cooked by my mother is the best in the world! Yuan Bao held his spirit, and yawned when he finished speaking.

Song Qian hugged him well, and his voice was softer: "Tomorrow morning, my mother will make you steamed buns to eat, okay?" ”

Yuan Bao didn't respond anymore but fell asleep on Song Qian's shoulder, Changfeng appeared out of nowhere and held Yuan Bao in his arms: "I'll come, Song Niangzi." ”

This ingots are indeed a little heavy, and Song Qian's arm is a little sore, and he didn't refuse when he saw Changfeng sharing it for himself.

Along the way, the two of them have their own agendas.

Song Qian was thinking that the shop couldn't blindly sell desserts, if it was too simple, if the people didn't like it one day, it would mean that it was a failure, and they had to eat more.

And Changfeng kept peeking at Song Qian all the way, thinking about how to dispel Ji Changye's concerns and bring the two together.

It's a real headache.

Changfeng put the ingots on the bed, and before Song Qian could say a word, he turned around and disappeared in front of her, but fortunately, Song Qian was no stranger to this.

Song Qian was about to blow out the lamp and fall asleep, but saw a figure flash outside the grass house, which made him instinctively vigilant, and after a while, he found that there was no more movement Song Qian calmed down.

And that figure was Shi Lei.

After leaving in front of Song Qianfang, he returned home all the way, and when Shi Mu saw his appearance, she guessed that he must have gone to see the Song lady again, so she said: "The old Xu family has died on the battlefield for many years, and the orphans and widows of this Song lady have also suffered hardships, and now the hardships are all sweet." Only, there is a man missing to support the lintel. My son, didn't you fall in love with that Song lady early? Why not ......"

"Mother! That Song lady doesn't abide by women's morals, I ......"

What Shi Mu said was not wrong, he did fall in love with Song Qian early. But the people rumored that she was reluctant to live with others on the day of her wedding, and did not abide by women's morals, this kind of thing was a loss of face for his ancestors, so he also retreated, and did not dare to overstep, and then he thought about it.

Seeing her son like this, Shi Mu nodded his head with hatred of iron and steel, and persuaded him earnestly: "Son, that has no basis for empty words, and now she is in prison again, who cares about her nonsense?" At present, this Song lady is just proud, and her business is booming, and she must have a lot of white flowers and silver in her hands, which is what is tight. ”

Shi Lei is honest, and he can't guess what Shi Mu means for a while, and his heart is full of Song Qian's gossip.

Seeing that her son had never been enlightened, Shi's mother got straight to the point: "If you marry her into the family, then won't all the silver belong to my Shi family?" That wild seed will be easy to deal with in the future, what do you two have to worry about in your life? ”