The stone street is in a hurry, and there is an attractive fragrance wafting everywhere, He Ji's fritter shop is the most lively, and the fat boss He's mom-and-pop shop is in full swing, he stands in front of the steaming oil pot, the firewood in the stove is on fire, and the oil pot that was still calm just now is boiling in an instant.

Mrs. He flew up and down on the board, and the dough on the case was long, only to see her pick up the bright knife and cut it into long strips that were one finger long and one finger wide, she sprinkled the flour for the last time, skillfully picked up two long strips and stacked them together, gently pressed a chopstick in her hand, and then held one end in each hand, stretched it out before entering the pot, and gently put it into the oil pot.

In an instant, a few of them were in the pot, they tumbled, absorbing the heat, and their bodies swelled as if they were juggling.

Look at Boss He, the long bamboo chopsticks in his hand are like eyes, turning accurately, the fritters are lined up in the huge oil pot, the first one has been reborn, from the pink and white just now to yellow and bright, golden, and the fragrant fragrance has penetrated into every cell of the diner.

The first fritter was freshly baked, and the bamboo chopsticks held it aside to dry, and the oil at the bottom dripped into the residual oil collection basin, and the sound was like the tinkling of spring water......

"Boss, two, a bowl of spicy soup."

"Boss He, the old rules." The voice of the proprietress of Yangchun noodles opposite is really good, "The guests are waiting!" ”

"It's going to be right away, wait a minute."

Master Shen smelled the familiar fragrance and walked into the noodle restaurant: "Come to a bowl of Yangchun noodles and fry two eggs." ”

"Boss Shen thanks for the support! You sit first, and you'll be there later. "Yangchun noodle business is booming, and every day is overcrowded, and customers are scrambling to grab a spot.

"Steamed buns, fresh steamed buns, green cabbage, camellia and horseshoe, meat buns are so big that they are so big that they are oily, don't miss them when you pass by, Zheng Ji Buns will be left for you." Diagonally to the bakery boy shouting and selling......

Master Shen tasted Yangchun noodles and ate He Ji fritters, and he repeated this breakfast every day.

I've been eating this for decades, if I haven't eaten a bowl of fragrant Yangchun noodles one day, how can I remember fried dough sticks if I don't chew two them? He'll feel uncomfortable.

The shouts of the sellers on the street, the noisy shouts of the fritter shops, and the shouts of the bun shops...... After the group resounded, it formed a wonderful symphony of vivid colors, and the name of the song is called the ancient town overture.

In the morning, the green stone road is full of people, there is a thin layer of mist floating on the canal, as the sun gradually intensifies, the mist dissipates, and the boatmen start a new day.

Some go to buy buns, some buy fritters. Some first eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles in a noodle restaurant, and the taste of Yangchun noodles makes the boat people linger.

Master Shen brought a few fritters home, and he could almost count the number of them on the blue-blue stone pavement, and even tell the story of each slate that was well known......

"The master is back!" The family greeted him with a smile and a smile.

"Where's the young master?"

"Morning exercise!"

"Hmm." Master Shen walked through the front hall, Madame was making breakfast, he put the fritters on the table under the pergola and walked back.

The garden is luxuriant, a hundred flowers are blooming, the chic rockery and flowing water are dingdong, after the garden, Master Shen saw his son lightly Shu ape arm, a spear in his hand to have a good appearance, picking, piercing, and stabbing deep gunnery essentials.

There is a way to sweep a large area with a stick, and a gun pierces a line. When Young Master Shen was young, he worshipped the famous Hong Qiye on Hexia Street as his teacher, and a silver spear made great contributions to the imperial court, but he resigned and went home because he was seriously injured.

Although he can't fight after recovering from his injury, opening a martial arts gym is really a trick. In the past few years, the gangsters on Hexia Street have been subdued by him one by one, and now they are helping the seventh master run the martial arts hall together.

said that Zhao Min entered the guest room after washing up that night, and she was particularly touched by the caring lady, and the clothes on her body fit so well, it was like they were tailor-made for her. The benevolent Lord Huo reminded her of her father, Murong Yunhai, a member of the imperial court.

She took three pillars of incense and lit it, and the smoke from Nana dispersed, and prayed to the Bodhisattva: "Rest in peace, Daddy and Mother!" My daughter is now far away from the capital, and the kind boat family saved her life, and the loving Lord Huo is my reborn parent. ”

"Miss, don't be sad, the lord and the lady are fine." The maid Xiaoling comforted Zhao Min.

"Well, Xiaoling will be my sister from now on." Zhao Min, who was already pear blossoms with rain, hugged Xiaoling.

"Miss, isn't this okay?" Xiao Ling became worried when she heard this.

Zhao Min took her hand: "In this way, we are sisters in private, okay?" ”

"Okay."

"Since we're sisters, we'll sleep together." Zhao Min tidied up the bed and put two pillows.

"Huh?" Xiao Ling's eyes widened.

"Miss, I'll go one by one"

"Xiaoling, I've always longed to have a sister, the heavens have mercy on me to meet you, can't you let my sister hug me?"

Listening to Miss's words, Xiao Ling was very moved, she rushed up and threw herself into Zhao Min's arms, and the hearts of the sisters were closer.

"Goddaughter, what are you?" The door creaked open, and Mrs. Huo asked curiously.

Zhao Min recognized the maid Xiaoling as her sister, the sisters hugged each other excitedly, Mrs. Huo broke in outside the door, and when she saw her goddaughter and Xiaoling hugging each other, she hurriedly asked what was going on.

Zhao Min hurriedly wiped away her tears, let go of Xiaoling and greeted Mrs. "Mother, we are having a joke." ”

"Oh."

"Min'er, this will be your home from now on. Do you have anything to say to your godmother? ”

"Got it."

Mrs. Huo shook the fan in her hand, and the two of them came to the small courtyard. The moon hung high overhead, and the moonlight shone on Zhao Min's face like water.

"Don't tell me, this dress really fits." Madame looked at the handsome and wonderful person in front of her, and praised herself.

"Mother, it's really my gospel." Miss said sincerely.

Mrs. Huo looked at Zhao Min and said sadly: "My unfortunate daughter died of tuberculosis two years ago. ”

"Mother, don't be sad, I'm your biological daughter."

"Well, don't mention the past, you are my little padded jacket." The more Mrs. Huo looked at Zhao Min, the more she realized why she fell in love with her at first sight, it was because Zhao Min and her daughter looked so similar.

Mrs. Touching the scene couldn't help but hold Zhao Min in her arms, pitiful two sad people who cherished each other so much.

Feeling the heartfelt maternal love of Mrs. and the true feelings of the best in the world, Zhao Min sobbed in Mrs. Wang's arms, and Mrs. was confused.

"Kid, what's wrong with you? If my godmother doesn't do well, you name it, and I will change it. ”

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