Yang made a blessing to the middle-aged scribe: "Master Zhou." ”

Although Master Zhou was not considered old, the gray hair on his sideburns showed that he was not so young, so he only raised his hand slightly and returned a half-salute.

Yang turned around and beckoned again, asking Su Qingluan to come over to salute.

Su Qingluan also performed a blessing ceremony when he heard this, and said in his heart that this was Master Zhou, who had mentioned that his father and mother had not had a smooth career in his early years and returned to his hometown to teach.

After a close observation, Su Qingluan felt that this person was lofty, and there was no depressed look between his eyebrows, but his spirit was radiant, and he couldn't see the rumors of "bad career" in the early years.

And this person's demeanor is chic and down-to-earth, which makes Su Qingluan unnaturally think of a person who has never seen her, but whose name is like thunder - if the poet immortal Li Taibai is standing in front of her, it will probably be like this, right?

Probably aware of Su Qingluan's gaze, Master Zhou lowered his gaze and fell on Su Qingluan's body: "This is the eldest girl of the Su family, right?" I would like to ask if there is anything wrong with the contemptible person, and I hope to correct it. ”

Su Qingluan shook his head: "I just looked at the master and suddenly thought of a poem: 'Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person'." ”

Seeing that Master Zhou's eyes lit up, she hurriedly explained: "I forgot where I saw these two poems, but for some reason, I feel that they are very flattering to you." ”

A look of disappointment flashed on Master Zhou's face: "If you can get such a wonderful pen, you will be very lucky." ”

Su Qingluan sighed: Who doesn't want to see the poet Immortal Li Taibai? It's a pity that he is not even in the spatial dimension of this world.

Yang turned around and went to work at the burrito stall again, but he didn't stop greeting: "Master Zhou is rare to come here today, but do you want to taste this 'volume of 100 wealth'?" ”

Master Zhou hurriedly waved his hand: "Mrs. Su is polite, today is a holiday, I will come to find a little friend to go to the 'Hongfu Building' for a small gathering, I actually met here, it is fate." ”

When Su Qingluan heard the words "Hongfu Building", she suddenly thought that because of the two scoundrels who came to extort money just now, she actually forgot that she still had something to do!

"Let's let the little girl be rude and leave!" Su Qingluan hurriedly said goodbye to Master Zhou and Mu Xingzhi, and trotted away.

Yang looked at Zhou Fuzi and Mu Xingzhi helplessly: "Please bear with me, two gentlemen, my girl's temperament is a little out of ......"

But he said that on the other side, he was "out of character", because he knew that the shopkeeper Liang would inevitably wait for her in the "Hongfu Building", and it was only noon, Su Qingluan went to the shop of the fan merchant he saw first.

Seeing that Su Qingluan was coming again, the man hurriedly greeted him again: "You, what are you inviting to see?" ”

This time, his movements were obviously a lot more eager, and his movements quickly scattered the closures of several bamboo baskets in front of Su Qingluan, so that she could see the goods inside.

Su Qingluan was happy when she saw it: no wonder this person was so attentive to soliciting guests, it turned out that the onions and carrots she had seen were like before, and they were still like now, and they basically didn't sell a few.

She traveled back and forth for about half an hour, and it seemed that the exotic ingredients were not very popular here.

Su Qingluan looked left, touched it again, and saw pumpkin, green pepper, and cumin seasonings - of course, they had different names in Hu Shang's mouth, but those names were tongue-twisting and obscure, and Su Qingluan didn't remember any of them.

Thinking that he would have to buy tea later, and looked at his small body again, Su Qingluan only bought one pound of green peppers and one pound of onions, and bought two taels of perilla leaves and one or two cumin.

Knowing that the boss of Hu Shang would also open a store tomorrow, Su Qingluan put his mind at ease and said, "I'll come back tomorrow." He turned around and went to the "He's tea" that the shopkeeper Liang said.

The boss He Xing was pacing back and forth at the door with his hands on his hands at this time, did he look out of the door, and when he saw Su Qingluan walking in, he hurriedly went over and asked, "This is Mrs. Su, right?" ”

Su Qingluan put down the food she bought and saluted: "I'm sorry for turning over the points, the little girl has something to delay for a while." ”

"It's okay to do it," He Xing is worthy of being a friend of the shopkeeper Liang, and even his slightly chubby and kind face is a little similar, "Brother Liang has already sent Xiao Er to say hello, and the little lady likes what kind of tea, just ask for it." ”

Su Qingluan looked around and asked, "The best jasmine tea...... The crumbs, please weigh a pound. ”

"Jasmine tea...... Scraps? He Xing blinked to make sure he heard correctly, "Don't want tea, want broken tea?" ”

Su Qingluan nodded: "Otherwise, you will also have to break the tea leaves, so just buy broken ones at the beginning." ”

When He Xing heard Su Qingluan say this, he became a little curious: "Dare to ask Little Lady Su, what can this broken tea do?" ”

Su Qingluan smiled mysteriously: "Keep it secret for the time being, if the shopkeeper is interested, he will find the stall of the 'Hundred Fortunes' in two days." ”

The broken tea leaves of this jasmine tea are one of the indispensable condiments needed for her "new product".

Seeing Su Qingluan's explanation, Shopkeeper He no longer looked for the bottom line, but just happily asked his men to weigh the tea, clenched his fists and said: "In this case, I will definitely go to have a fun time and see what is going on." ”

After Su Qingluan said goodbye to Shopkeeper He, he went to "Hongfu Building" again.

This time, she signed a longer-term contract with the shopkeeper Liang, and if there was any new dish, she would sell it to "Hung Fook Lou", which only had the right to use the new recipes, and did not have the right to transfer and publish the recipe.

Therefore, all the people in the back kitchen of "Hongyun Building" signed the relevant terms, and Boss Liang and Su Qingluan each kept a copy to prevent anyone from breaching the contract and pursuing compensation.

This time, the process of redrafting the terms was very smooth, but Su Qingluan found that although Zhou Fuzi had said that he had an appointment with that Mu Xingzhi in the "Hongfu Building", he did not meet these two people.

Maybe it's a different place? Su Qingluan thought so, and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart: she really didn't want to meet Mu Xingzhi who witnessed her social death experience twice in the short term!

Coming out of Hongfu Building, Su Qingluan went to the pork shop to buy a piece of pork belly.

The pork in this era is much cheaper than Su Qingluan thought, but for some reason, the people who buy it don't think as much.

Didn't these ancient people like to eat pork?

Su Qingluan didn't know at this time, in a sense, she was the truth.

As soon as Yang cleaned up the stall and looked up, he saw his daughter walking towards this side with a large bag and a bunch of things.

He hurriedly greeted the pile in Su Qingluan's hand.

Except for the tea leaves wrapped in paper, Yang found that she didn't know the other things her daughter bought, except for pork.

Yang picked up a green pepper and sniffed it, picked up a few perilla leaves and sniffed it, then twisted cumin and sniffed it, and then approached the onion.

Su Qingluan hurriedly stopped: "Auntie, don't pick that skin ......!" ”

It's too late, the spicy smell of onions has already made Yang's tears flow.

"Girl," Yang asked, wiping away tears from her eyes, "what are these?" Why do I smell weird? ”