"Alright! Don't you pull the wound again, don't waste the powder? Do you know how much silver this gold creation medicine sells in the county? Ten taels! A small bottle sells for ten taels of silver! If you paint it once, how much silver it will cost, you can calculate it yourself! Lie down honestly and don't make a mess! "Buying things in the city, the money spent is not young and old, and Mrs. Wu is distressed.

The land at home is gone, the grain for the autumn harvest is gone, and when you arrive in Fucheng, you have to eat a green onion, and you have to spend money to buy it. This big family, more than 20 mouths, is not enough for them to bring disaster! When she arrived in Fucheng, she had to think about what a good way to make a living, but she couldn't sit back and eat empty.

"Fuya, you said that I went to the restaurant to find a job as a cook, can I succeed?" Mrs. Wu thought about it, and it seemed that she had nothing to do except cooking, so she asked her little granddaughter's opinion.

Fu Ya listened, didn't hesitate for a second, and shook her head: "Milk, the work in the kitchen is too hard, let's not do that!" ”

"That'...... What are your good ideas? Mrs. Wu asked seriously.

"We can open a spicy shop, whether it's green vegetables, tofu, fish balls, meatballs, chicken, pork, everything can be hot!" Fu Ya thought of those students, as well as the little boys' acceptance of spicy food, and felt more and more that dry and spicy hot had a future.

Hot pot is fine, but there are too many things to prepare in advance. Let's do the Malatang business first, and then slowly figure out the rest......

Fortunately, there are many people who migrate to Fucheng in Qianshan Town, and there are naturally not a few people like the Song family who have carriages. The clothes worn by the Song family are ordinary, and they are not conspicuous among these people, that is, whenever they bury the pot to cook, they will always attract the attention of many people.

"Mother, should we eat something simpler?" Song Dafu held the bowl full of chicken soup, noticed the casual gazes of those people nearby, and felt that his family was a little high-profile in eating.

Mrs. Wu divided the steamed eggs among the three small ones, and when she heard this, she said, "What? Our family is a wounded person and a little doll, so what do we have to add...... Nourishment. Besides, we don't eat anything good, so why don't we just stew a pot of chicken soup and steam a few eggs? If you want to say that the food is good, you look at the people next door, the big fish and meat, isn't it better than our guys? ”

Song Simao chicken soup mixed with brown rice, snoring a big bowl of belly, heard the words: "Milk, the food they cook is not as fragrant as what you make!" Milk, you have a pair of magical hands, no matter how simple the ingredients are, in your hands, you can make more fragrant than the meal in the restaurant! Let's just say that there are three freshness in this place, that fragrant, I don't change the meat! ”

"Although Simao is a child, he usually likes to brag. This time it's not wrong, if my mother's craft is to open a restaurant or something, she will definitely make money! Zhang Chunmei finished eating a bowl, went to fill another bowl, and when she turned around, she almost tripped over a little bean ding, "Oh, whose child is this, why don't any adults follow?" What a whole thing it was to be taken away by the bad guys! ”

It turned out that at some point, a small radish head was mixed in among the people of the Song family. He looked about the same age as Xiao Shi, chubby, white and tender, and the clothes on his body were exquisite satin, which was not something that ordinary people could afford to wear.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Little master, why did you come here? Grandma is looking for you, go back with the slave! When the child's nurse heard the commotion, she trotted over with some surprise, picked up the little bean and was about to leave.

The little guy cried out with a "wow", and his little hand was dragging Song Ziran's sleeve, not knowing, he thought he was a child of the Song family, and the nurse was like a kidnapper who robbed people's children.

The people in the carriage next door heard the cry, and they were helped out of the car by the maid, and Lianbu came over in style. The child's mother, a beautiful woman about twenty years old, stopped the nurse's movements, looked at Xiao Douding, bent down and whispered: "An'er, man, don't cry, what you want, just say it." If you don't say it, how will your mother know what you want to do? What's the use of just crying? ”

Xiao Douding rubbed his eyes full of tears, pointed to the roasted sweet potato in Song Ziran's hand, and stumbled: "Eat, I want to eat it too!" ”

It turned out that Song Ziran roasted two honey potatoes in the fire, and was eating them with Guoguo and Xiao Shi, you and I ate them one bite at a time, and the sweet taste attracted the little young master next door. Sin, sin!

The beautiful woman looked embarrassed, she thought that her baby son was clinging to others because she saw that the little girl was cute. I didn't expect it to stutter! Tell me, with their family, this child hasn't eaten anything, why is it so ...... What about the unproductive?

She looked at the hand of the little girl - she really hadn't seen it, it was black on the outside, yellow on the inside, and it exuded a strong sweet fragrance, not to mention her son, it was her...... I want to taste what it tastes like.

Jiang Guoguo is a little Yan Kong, and she sticks to Fuya largely because her sister is beautiful. This little Zhengtai has white skin, big eyes, and looks very soft and cute. Jiang Guoguo was rare and generous: "Sister, give him a bite, my brother is crying so pitiful!" ”

As soon as Xiao Douding heard this, he immediately came over, learned Xiao Shi's movements, opened his mouth and waited to feed, just like a little swallow waiting for the mother bird to feed under the eaves.

The mother-in-law is here, and Song Ziran doesn't dare to feed blindly. Besides, people are full of silk and satin and beaded hairpins, and they look like rich and noble families, and they may not be able to look down on their crude food.

Song Ziran's dark and bright eyes, looking at the beautiful woman's beautiful eyes, said hesitantly: "There is also a roasted sweet potato here, if the lady doesn't dislike it, take it back and give it to the little boy to taste?" ”

"What's so embarrassing about that?" The beautiful woman looked as delicate as a white lotus, but her voice was crisp and crisp, "Or...... Shall I trade other food with you? ”

Song Ziran hurriedly said: "It's just a sweet potato, it's not worth anything, Mrs. is not polite!" ”

"Come and don't be rude, I'm such a big person, how can I take advantage of your children?" The beautiful woman asked the maid next to her to go to the carriage to get some candied snacks, handed them to Song Ziran, and motioned to her to accept them quickly with her eyes-

If the little girl doesn't accept it, how can she take other people's roasted sweet potatoes? What is the most domineering scent? Roasted sweet potatoes should be on the top line, and you can smell the burnt sweetness from afar.

Song Ziran was hesitating, and his sleeve was pulled. As soon as I lowered my head, I saw a soft and cute little bun, with a pair of cute big eyes, pointing to the sweet potato in her hand, and said in a milky voice: "Eat, An'er wants to eat, can An'er eat?" ”

Xiao Shi was like a little wolf cub protecting food, holding his sister's arm, glaring at An'er, and said loudly: "Don't, Xiao Shi!" Sister, Xiao Shi wants to eat, give Xiao Shi food! ”