Chapter 32 Three in one fat chapter

Shen Shaoguang ordered Yu Sandeng to replace the guise of the original restaurant and put up a newly-made restaurant sign. A Yuan also commanded from the side, "It's higher, higher, lower, lower..." Yu San looked back at her.

Yu San didn't take much care of A Yuan's hostility at first, but later Xu felt that it was too disadvantageous, or the life of the small shop was really boring, so he fought back.

However, there is also an advantage. Under the stimulation of San, A Yuan's eloquence has grown by leaps and bounds, and he can hardly find the shadow of the former naive maid. Shen Shaoguang was very pleased with this.

Shen Shaoguang spread the pancakes and greeted the diners with an apology in advance, "On the fifteenth day of the day after tomorrow, the small shop will be officially renamed as a wine shop, and will specialize in some wine and meat dishes, as well as various pastries and cakes, but the morning food will no longer be sold. I also invite all guests to visit often as they are now.”

At the moment, there are seven emotions above, "Ah? Where can we buy such good pancakes in the future?"

The people next to her also talked a lot: "Oh, isn't it bad for the little lady to continue selling the morning food?"

"My little Langjun has to eat this cake every day before going to school, and suddenly told him that there is no more, what should he do if he doesn't go to school?"

A gentleman in white shook his head, "A certain general traveled far away. I thought that when I returned to Chang'an, I would be able to eat the little lady's pancakes again, but I didn't expect..."

With these regrets and praises, Shen Shaoguang felt complete. The human heart is roughly like this. If there is no one to retain when leaving, it will be unpleasant, although this retention will not change the mind of the traveler.

Shen Shaoguang couldn't bear the regret of another diner.

Since Liu Feng failed to propose a marriage that day, he seldom came to the store, but he didn't come, and his servants still often bought pancakes in sets.

Shen Shaoguang naturally also told his servant. In the evening, Liu Feng personally came over to congratulate Shen Shaoguang, and smiled regretfully: "It will be difficult to eat the pancakes of the little lady in the future, what about the greedy ghosts in the Yali?"

Shen Shaoguang didn't know what to say except smiling back, this Liu Langjun is really a gentleman.

Shen Shaoguang has seriously thought about the closing of the morning meal.

Today, the income from selling pancakes in the morning is very small, but it takes up a lot of energy. I have to prepare the first night, get up early the next day, work until the sun rises, then buy vegetables and prepare lunch, and I am busy with three meals a day. Really tired, it's time to make a choice.

Besides, today's pubs usually don't sell breakfast, and since the pubs have been changed, let's follow the rules - so as not to be picked on by others, right? Shen Shaoguang sneered.

Shen Shaoguang has been thinking about the Yunlai Winery for the past two or three months. Strangely, there was no movement over there.

Could it be that something is wrong with holding back? Or maybe it's the two Fang Dingmeng people at all? Or - is there really some "auspicious cloud" looming over you, helping yourself to manage? Shen Shaoguang is a bit

farming

The feeling of the text jumping to the suspenseful text.

In fact, Yun Lai was also depressed, especially seeing that Shen Shaoguang had changed the brand of the liquor store in a dignified manner. The shopkeeper Feng laughed without a temper. The little lady, the beautiful lady who was loved by the nobles, was really hard-hearted.

Shen Shaoguang didn't know that what the shopkeeper Feng arranged for him was a romantic drama, so he decided to take her market farming route down-to-earth.

According to the scale, location, background, and his own ability, Shen Shaoguang made a market positioning for Shenji liquor restaurant: a mid-range specialty liquor restaurant.

Chongxianfang belongs to the mid-to-high-end community, not to mention the dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, even ordinary residents have a little extra money. Here, dilapidated small restaurants are easy to be disliked, not to mention their low profits. After all, large wineries are not two cities, so I am afraid that only one restaurant can’t afford to support them—of course, Shen Shaoguang can’t afford to open them either, then, a clean , a moderate wine restaurant with a little atmosphere should be suitable.

In fact, the area of ​​Shen Ji is a bit small compared to normal mid-range restaurants such as Yunlai Winery, but considering that it is in the restaurant, there are only so many passengers, so it is barely considered.

When it comes to the grade of the hotel, it is necessary to mention the dishes, which involves another positioning-features.

The specialty of Shenji Distillery is that small dishes are made big, or as Yu San said, "to make the cheap to be expensive", and to make these ordinary ingredients appreciate and premium by means of fine workmanship.

Today's medium-sized restaurants mostly sell fish, mutton, and beef dishes. In addition to luxurious places, high-end hotels have more sophisticated dishes and higher-grade ingredients. In addition to fish, mutton, and beef dishes, there are many deer tails and bear's paws. , Hump and a class of delicacies.

However, Shen Shaoguang wants to play a differentiated marketing, firming up on pork dishes, plus poultry such as chickens and ducks-in this era, chickens are not meat, and the price is cheap.

Speaking of chicken is not meat, there is a very funny thing. Ma Zhou, a famous minister in the Zhenguan period, liked to eat chicken, and he would eat chicken whenever he went to the place. Someone went to complain, Taizong said: "I forbid Shi to eat meat, and I fear the state and county will pay for it, so what's the point of eating chicken?" ① Look, look, His Majesty Li Er himself said that chicken is not meat!

Chicken is not considered meat, it is said that because the chicken is small, it does not need to be slaughtered by a special butcher. However, Shen Shaoguang felt that it might be because the chickens used less food, and it was convenient and trouble-free to raise them. No matter how many farms were raised in villages or cities, chickens were cheap, and because they were cheap, they were not considered "meat".

In fact, chicken and pork are very delicious, and they can cook exquisite dishes, improve their grade positioning, and carry the banner of revitalizing chicken and pork. Shen Shaoguang feels that he has a great responsibility.

In order to match the exquisite cooking methods and the price of mid-range dishes, Shen Shaoguang even went to buy and replace a batch of cup and plate porcelain, including cups and pots, three types of plates, large, medium and small, as well as soup bowls, rice bowls, spoons, etc. , One-color white and even body quality, delicate and smooth glaze, no pattern carvings, a kind of simple and elegant beauty.

The porcelain merchant said it was Xing kiln porcelain. Shen Shaoguang didn't study the famous porcelain kilns, so he didn't know if it was true or not. In terms of quality alone, it was very good. The point is, the price is not very expensive.

Porcelain merchants said that although Xing kiln is an old and famous kiln, it is now in decline, and many people even identify it as a kiln.

"How can there be such a neat and thin embryo in Ding Kiln?" The porcelain merchant looked like he was wronged by Xing Kiln, as if a loyal minister had been wronged.

Shen Shaoguang paid the bill with a smile, and gained a reputation as a knowledgeable Bole from the owner of the china shop.

Shen Shaoguang talked to Yu San about the way of setting up the plate, the matching of colors, the charm of blank space... If you listen, you should think that she is teaching Three Kingdoms painting.

"According to the little lady's arrangement, one plate can be divided into three plates!" Yu San looked at Shen Shaoguang suspiciously.

Shen Shaoguang was not angry when he was suspected of being a profiteer. "Less ordering is not the goal, beauty is the goal. Of course, the quality cannot be compromised because of the shape. After all, people are here to eat, not to eat plates."

Yu San nodded, feeling that the little lady could still be saved.

Shen Shaoguang also urged Yu San to practice carving radishes, cucumber flowers and so on.

Many people who have studied Chinese painting can tinker with the chapters by themselves. Shen Shaoguang carved a Shenzi chapter for himself, which is the one to cover on the pancake bag, but it would not be good for her to carve radish flowers. Looks decent, this is probably a natural skill.

Seeing that they were having fun, A Yuan also joined in. After sculpting half of it, she looked at Yu San's hand, and then at Shen Shaoguang's hand, and angrily stuffed her own in her mouth, "Kakcha! Kacha!" Since then, I have never wanted to learn to carve.

With the accumulation of the previous restaurant period, Shen Shaoguang's wine shop is much easier to operate than a real new wine shop - whether it is in terms of passenger flow or its own way of business.

It was even worse at noon. After all, many officials and businessmen were not there. In the evening, it was almost full of people every day, and many of them were rich and wealthy.

When Shen Shaoguang was checking the accounts, an old man walked in with three beautiful beards and brocade fur.

It was still early, and there was no one in the store. Shen Shaoguang asked the old man to sit at will, and then brought a cup of drink on a small tray. He smiled and said, "I warm up with some hot red dates and wolfberry drink."

It's late autumn and early winter, and don't know when the first snow will arrive. In order to ward off the cold, Shen Shaoguang cooked this red jujube and wolfberry drink with ginger, red dates and wolfberry. After drinking it, his whole body felt warm.

Since coming to Yu San, and not doing early business, Shen Shaoguang has a lot of leisure time, such as cooking some private drinks. Later, when a regular customer came, two cups were distributed, and later it became a free drink in the store.

Hearing Shen Shaoguang calling him "Old Zhang", the old man smiled with some emotion, thanked him, held a drink, and looked at the interior of the store, his eyes fell on the map of the wild store in the mountain village.

Shen Shaoguang handed over the menu, the old man looked at the words on the menu, and then glanced at the painting, "Little lady, who did you ask to write this menu?"

"It's a small shop in the market, you can't afford it, and I wrote it randomly."

The old man looked at Shen Shaoguang in surprise, "The picture of the village shop on the wall was also drawn by the little lady?"

"Yes, smear it indiscriminately to make my husband laugh."

"I don't know who the little lady is taught by?" After saying that, he laughed first, but he was startled. Who could the owner of the shop learn from, but it was also the children of everyone who had fallen. Thinking of the shop's name "Shen Ji", he carefully thought about it. Looking at Shen Shaoguang, he seemed to want to see another shadow on her face.

Shen Shaoguang said nonsense: "It's Mrs. Li who is pounding rice." It's not all nonsense. The teacher of the palace maid, who is over forty years old, did do the work of pounding rice before. The cocoon is still there.

The old man couldn't see the shadow of the old man on the face of this charming girl, so he nodded. There are many people who are capable and different, and there are many people who have experienced ups and downs. Today, revisit the old place, and heart is lingering with old stories, so everything see is born. some doubts.

The old man randomly ordered the signature "lion head", "agate meat", "chicken breast and eggplant", "fried chicken", "fish and sheep fresh" and "hibiscus meat", and also ordered "vinegar fish", "braised sauerkraut" and "balsamic vinegar celery". "Stalk" and "Eight Treasures Tofu", the wine also has a dime.

The dishes began to be served one after another, and A Yuan brought them over one after another and placed them on the food table.

Ah Yuan grew up in the market, and she was also a rough-hearted person. Although Shen Shaoguang had taught her a little, her movements were still not meticulous. The old man frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

Shen Shaoguang took the kettle in A Yuan's hand and said with a smile, "Er, let's heat a small pot first for my husband?"

The old man nodded.

Shen Shaoguang was sitting next to him, slowly pouring hot water into the wine-scalding vessel, thinking about the time, touching the wall of the pot with his fingers, the temperature was suitable, he picked up the wine bottle, and shook it a little, so that the When the wine is evenly heated, wipe the bottom of the pot with a white towel before pouring a bowl for the old man.

The old man nodded with a smile, but praised something else, "The little lady made agate meat well."

If you haven't eaten it yet, let's talk about it first. It's either a compliment or you've eaten it before. This old man must be the latter.

Shen Shaoguang thanked him with a smile, asked the guests to use it slowly, and went to the kitchen with the pot.

In fact, in the store, the wine is usually served directly in the pot, and the water is poured, and it is left alone. The customers themselves heat the wine, but A Yuan made a big move just now, which seemed to be annoying, so Shen Shaoguang went to make up for it.

I want to come to this old man who is either rich or expensive. The family rules are strict, and the maids are all silent and cautious.

Shen Shaoguang was short-handed and felt that although A Yuan's movements were a bit bigger, it was not rude, but at best - frank and cute, it seemed that others didn't think so. Alas, the service industry...

Shen Shaoguang wondered again, this old man's identity is either rich or expensive, why didn't he bring a follower and servant with him, so he went out to have a drink by himself?

Just thinking about it, the old man's servant came, and he also brought an acquaintance - Lin Shaoyin.

"An Ran, come!" The old man greeted Lin Shaoyin with a smile.

Matching the words, seeing Lin Shaoyin still sitting peacefully, I am afraid not only is he tall, but also has a high identity. Shen Shaoguang guessed that this person must be a high-ranking member of the DPRK, third-rank and above.

Sure enough, Lin Shaoyin stepped forward and saluted, calling him "Li Xianggong".

ho! At the time of Saisuke.

The two high-ranking officials greeted each other, and the servant of Saisuke came over and asked for a reservation.

Shen Shaoguang agreed with a smile. He likes things like booking a venue the most. He has less work and more money. At the moment, I quickly wrote on the paper "VIP, please forgive me."

Xiaofeng got into the collar of the cotton robe, Shen Shaoguang gathered up the collar and sleeves, and looked at the sky. After entering the house, he closed the door, dropped the felt curtain, and went into the kitchen to give Yu San and A Yuan a few words, hoping that the guests would have a good meal, and giving more tips in addition to the reservation fee - the rich people mostly loose their hands. .

When he returned to the counter, he found that he forgot to give Lin Shaoyin the red dates and wolfberry to drink, but seeing that they were already drinking, they gave up and just sat in the counter.

A Yuan took the tray and put the vinegar fish on it, this time the action was much gentler, Shen Shaoguang sighed secretly that Ruzi could be taught.

Li Yue tasted vinegared fish with chopsticks, "It's refreshing and light, with the smell of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River!"

Lin Yan smiled and also took a chopstick. Indeed, it was light and fresh, different from the thickness of steamed fish in Beijing, but more like fish paste. Lin Yan glanced at the shop owner behind the tall counter over there, out of the corner of his eyes, the grandmother's tongue was really smart, and Shen Ji really changed the cook.

"At that time, in my spare time, I tried to go boating on the lake, but I didn't go back even if it was a little windy and rainy. I stayed up for a long time with a scorpion and a hat, and I could always catch a few fish, mostly carp and crucian carp, and occasionally mandarin fish, and once I caught a fish The four-billed bass is here - it's a pity that there are no guests to share." Li Yue's smile gradually faded.

After a pause, Li Yuefu smiled again, "When I was in the south of the Yangtze River, I was always thinking about the thick oily red sauce in Beijing, the smell of sesame seeds in the morning pancake, and the mutton in the Huren wine shop in Xishi. Now that I am back in Beijing, I also miss Wuzhong’s water-cress soup and sea bass soup. People, it’s really strange.”

Lin Yan's calm voice: "The south of the Yangtze River is humid and warm, and the four seasons in Beijing are distinct. The diets of various places are related to their climate and products..."

Shen Shaoguang settled the accounts while listening to people chatting with his ears. Hey! How literary and artistic this prime minister is, how puzzled this Shaoyin is!

The old husband was talking about the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the thoughts of sea bass. Lin Shaoyin said that it is easy to adapt to local conditions and move food easily, as if poetry is a natural lesson... Lin Shaoyin really blinded his picturesque face.

Shen Shaoguang took a peek at the prime minister's profile. He was really a handsome old man, with warm eyebrows and a bit broad-mindedness. He was probably a girl killer thirty years ago. Compared with this long-term Jinhua ham, Lin Shaoyin can only be regarded as a half-cooked first-year product, and Shen Shaoguang, the "literary girl", immediately disliked this Shaoyin.

Li Yue didn't dislike it, and nodded with a sigh, "You are very right! Thinking about it too much adds to the grudge."

Lin Yan's cold brows finally couldn't help flashing a trace of regret, and soon returned to calm.

I don't know if it was overcast or it was getting dark earlier, and the room gradually became dark. Shen Shaoguang brought the candlestick over and placed it not far from the two guests. He also lit the lamp on the wall and gave it to the two again. Hot wine.

Seeing the gentle and soothing movements of the young lady in the restaurant, her elegant and demure face, Li Yue suddenly remembered what she called "old man" and smiled, "It's not that I always miss the past! I came in just now, and the little lady called me "old man", I I was stunned for a while, but it turns out that although I never 'forget food and enjoy myself', it's already 'old age is coming'."

Li Yue got married late, and the first few children didn't stand up. There is no third generation yet. Usually, colleagues are called official titles.

Shen Shaoguang paused, then wiped the bottom of the wine jug with a white towel, and poured wine on Li Xianggong gently, "Langjun, please use it."

Li Yue and Lin Yan were both stunned, and then Li Xianggong laughed, even Lin Yan couldn't help laughing.

"You girl—" Li Yue pointed to Shen Shaoguang and smiled, "It's really narrow."

Shen Shaoguang has thick skin and said with a smile, "I called it wrong before."

Li Yue laughed again.

Lin Yan glanced at Shen Shaoguang, and she still looked like a lady when she was scalding wine just now. At this moment, her brows and eyes were smiling, like a naughty child. When she thought of her strange and bizarre remarks in the past, she couldn't help but once again deduced Shen Shaoguang's "smart words". 's chapter.

A Yuan brought the fried chicken up again, Shen Shaoguang helped put it on the table, and said with a smile: "This dish uses tender chicken within three months, first boiled, then stewed in water, and then fried. Crispy and tender inside, you need to eat it while it's hot, the two gentlemen please use it." After saying that, Wei Yifu hides behind the counter.

Today, Li Yue came to Chongxianfang, revisited the old place, and remembered many past events, coupled with the entrustment of old friends, facing Lin Yan, she felt sad, but Shen Shaoguang said "Lang Jun" After driving away most of the children, Li Yue stopped talking about the unhappy things, and concentrated on running errands for his old friends.

"How old is An Ran?" Proposing a marriage always starts with asking your age.

"Yan is twenty-five."

"It's time to marry a bride. Does the wife of the family have a favorite candidate?"

Shen Shaoguang almost clicked his palm, I said that I was a half fairy who was delayed by cooking, right? The "Beautiful Woman" should be here, the chancellor is a matchmaker, and she must be a noble woman.

"Yan doesn't know." Lin Yan replied.

I don't know but I don't know, Li Yue said with a smile, "A certain went to Qin Pushe's house for a drink the other day, and saw that his family's little Wuniang was getting better and better. The last time I saw her, she was a three-footed child with two buns, but it was already I can memorize the Analects of Confucius and the Book of Songs, and write one or two short poems, but I'm just a little naughty. This time, I'm looking like a big girl, and my temperament is calm..."

Lin Yan just listened.

"Have An Ran ever seen this Qin family's little Wuniang?" Li Yue turned her head and asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yan has seen this girl."

Li Yue just smiled at him.

Lin Yan pursed his lips and said sternly, "Yan's family is declining, so I might not be worthy of the Qin lady."

Shen Shaoguang took a meal on the account book. Wouldn't you like a noble girl like Qin Wuniang, a beautiful girl, and a talented girl? So, sure enough, Lin Shaoyin misses his fiancée, and the affectionate setting is unshakable? good man...

After a while, Li Yue asked, "An Ran still minds that Cui Shangshu was exiled and Qin Pushe didn't help each other?"

Lin Yan looked at Li Yue, and after a while said, "Yan doesn't dare to blame anyone, it's just that Yan and the Qin family behave differently, even if they get married, it's hard to be sweet."

Li Yue is not a very good-tempered person, but she is extremely patient with this younger generation.

Looking at the door with the felt curtain hanging, Li Yue said slowly, "After returning to Beijing, this is the first time I have come back to Chongxian, but back then I had to come back every three or five days. My two people live in this workshop. One of the old friends, you should know, is Mr. Xi Liu from Guangping Academy."

Mr. Xiliu is a contemporary Confucian who resigned to give lectures more than ten years ago, and is highly respected by scholars.

"He lives behind your house. It seems to be the nunnery now."

Lin Yan was a little surprised. Many dignitaries and nobles in Chang'an City donated their houses to monks and nuns, but he didn't expect that Mr. Xiliu would be like this, and he was so close.

Lin Yan waited for Li Yue to talk about another old friend, but Li Yue didn't.

"At that time, we often drank together, and we were at Chu Jiu's house." Mr. Xiliu's surname was Chu, Xing Jiu.

"Chu Jiu is younger than us, but only in his twenties. He didn't marry," Li Yue smiled at Lin Yan, "just like you."

Lin Yan smiled.

"There is still a grandmother in your family. He is the biggest in his house. Therefore, we will go to his house to drink and dance swords, sing poetry and sing...until the incident of King Wu."

Shen Shaoguang tightly held the pen in his hand, the incident of King Wu, Chu Jiu... Another friend of Li Xianggong should be the father of the original body, or the father he has never met in this life.

Looking carefully, there are also memories of this uncle surnamed Chu. He is a straight young man with a square face and a square jaw. Although he has a straight face, he likes to secretly stuff caramel into the hands of children—this may be the reason why he can be remembered. , but he couldn't remember anything about his house, which is now Guangming'an. Every time his father went there, he didn't bring his children.

Shen Shaoguang looked at Li Xianggong over there, but he was not impressed.

"King Wu is the most elegant and we have contacts with him." Speaking of the anti-king of the late emperor, Li Yue did not have many taboos. In fact, this matter was somewhat unwarranted back then and has not been overturned. Yes, there are also some practical factors.

"... Among them, Shen Wu sings and sings the most poetry with him, and is the most confidant. When King Wu had an accident, we all tried to rescue him. Shen Wu went everywhere for help, and knelt in front of the Daming Palace to express his love for King Wu and talk to Wu. With the temperament of Wang Yunye Crane, it is impossible to turn against him. That is where Shen Wu weeps blood under the steps of His Majesty Dan in front of the hall."

The corners of Lin Yan's mouth were tightly pursed. Back then, he was anxious about the matter of Master Cui, and he ran into walls everywhere. He was very similar to this Shen Wulang.

"Shen Wu's move made the late emperor furious, and then..." Li Yue closed her eyes and couldn't continue.

After a while, Li Yue's voice calmed down, "Cui Shangshu had an accident, I heard that you were running around for him, and I remembered him."

Lin Yan nodded, and understood a little why this husband was so jealous of him, it turned out to be an old friend. According to the time calculation, Li Xianggong was demoted to Jiangnan, and Mr. Chu resigned in anger. It was all related to this matter.

Li Xianggong turned the topic back to Qin Pushe, "Qin Shisan also spoke for King Wu back then, and was reprimanded by the late emperor in public, it wasn't..."

Li Yue speculated: "When something happened to Cui Shangshu, Qin Shisan didn't help you. Maybe it scared Shen Wu." What Li Yue didn't say was that it might have scared the late emperor's madness.

"He's not a heartless person."

Lin Yan stood up and saluted Li Xianggong solemnly, "Thank you Xianggong for telling these old things, Yan is very grateful."

Li Yue raised her hand and motioned for him to sit down: "I'm not telling you this because it's not all about talking to the little lady of Qin Shisan's family, but I'm also revisiting the old place of Chongxianfang today, and I really want to talk to someone. ."

"I injured my legs and feet in the early years, and now the weather has changed, and I am more and more uncomfortable, and my heart hurts from time to time. Maybe I will be in office in the next two years. After thirty years of ups and downs, the old man is still comforted in the end. Qin Shisan is not far from the year of his official career, and there are also several other old ministers. In the future, this court will want you young people to support him."

Lin Yan listened respectfully.

"...It would be better to be more cautious."

In the past few years as an official, Lin Yan has lost the passion of the year—the key point is that there is no one who made him passionate. Li Xianggong instructed earnestly, like a real elder to the younger generation, like Master Cui to himself back then, Lin Yan took his affection and nodded respectfully.

Lin Yan suddenly asked, "Dare to ask the name of Mrs. Shen?"

"Shen Qian, son of Mrs. Shen from Luoxia, Xing Wu, was the servant of the Ministry of Rites when the accident happened."

Lin Yan's eyes widened, she nodded slowly, and then turned her head slightly to the counter. The dim light reflected her half-drooped pretty face, and she was solemn and quiet. She shook the pen in her hand, not knowing what she was writing.

Lin Yan turned his face back, poured a glass of wine for Li Xianggong, and another glass for himself.

As far as the old things go, the two of them drank all the wine. When they went out, Li Xianggong's feet floated up and down, and Lin Yan and the servants supported him from left to right.

Shen Shaoguang took A Yuan to see each other at the back, "My dear guest, walk slowly."

Lin Yan turned his head and met those red eyes that were forced to bend.

Lin Yan nodded to her.

I don't know when, Li Xianggong's servants and servants waited outside the store with their cars, and even Lin Yan's servants were waiting. Lin Yan and Li Xiang announced their goodbyes and watched his car leave.

Lin Yan turned around, turned to look at the slender figure under the swaying wind lamp, and walked home slowly, followed by the servants quietly behind him.

Entering the door and seeing the bleak bamboo shadow in the front courtyard, Lin Yan suddenly turned around and instructed his attendant Liu Chang: "Go back and check which owner of the five-rank and above official residence in this square was named Shen ten years ago."

Liu Chang saluted and answered "yes".

Butler Zhou next to him smiled and said, "The owner of this house before Fang Biejia seems to have the surname Shen."

Lin Yan stopped and turned around.

"The old slave also heard something from the old resident in this workshop and remembered it." Then he whispered, "That house seems to be broken."

Lin Yan nodded and moved on. went to grandmother's yard first. The lights were turned off in the house. The servant girl from last night came out and whispered to Lin Yan about the daily affairs of Mrs. Tai about eating and sleeping. There was nothing special. Lin Yan gave a few words and left.

"Aren't you going back to the room?" Liu Chang asked. Lin Yan's yard is next to Mrs. Jiang Tai, so it is convenient to take care of him nearby, but it is obviously not the way to go back now.

"I just had dinner, let's take a short walk. You are all gone." Lin Yan ordered.

"Am I carrying a lantern for Alang?"

"No." Lin Yan took the lamp from Liu Chang's hand.

The attendants bowed and retired.

Lin Yan walked slowly to the pavilion in the garden and sat on the stone ledge to sober up.

Tonight is a bit cloudy, there is no moon, all the flowers and trees in the garden have withered away, and the remaining tangled branches and vines are rustling in the wind, indescribably cold.

The lantern is inserted on the railing, and you can vaguely see the old nicks on the vermilion pillars next to it, with the words "Ali three years old", "Ali five years old", "Ali six years old", "Ali eight years old". , There are two lines in a higher place, "Azhang is eleven years old" and "Azhang is thirteen years old".

Lin Yan had seen the words of the previous owner, Fang Biejia. He was upright and reserved, not like this.

"Ali..." Lin Yan seemed to see those bright almond eyes again.

"When Pang Junshi wanted to come with the First Sovereign, he felt aggrieved. After all, the First Sovereign was the business of selling and weaving mats."

"If the little lady is a Weaver Girl, what should I do?"

"Beat him! Beat him to the point of crying for his father and mother!" Shen Shaoguang said viciously.

"So why? Because there is the education cost of the 'foster mother' in the middle! It's like our pig meat dish..."

Who knew that the sly rascal, the arrogance and the complacent hide behind such a sullen life experience...

Lin Yan has also seen some criminal officials, most of them are either cautious enough to wince, or cynical and pitiful, it is rare to see such a bright bloom, don't know if it is a tough temper, or is it born with no heart?

In fact, it's better if she doesn't have the heart. Lin Yan thinks of Cui Ning, if she could... Lin Yan closes her eyes, that's all, everyone has their own destiny.

Jingzhao Silu joined the army and was an old Beijing official. Yu Jingzhong knew a lot about the story, and he liked to talk a lot. Lin Yan casually mentioned it, and he poured beans in a bamboo tube.

"Then Shilang Shen is about the same age as Xiaguan, a son of the Luoxia Shen family, a serious jinshi, elegant in style, and handsome..."

When Lin Yan was investigating the old affairs of the Shen family, Shen Shaoguang was tinkering with the hot pot.

After listening to so many old news of the family that day, and comparing the people and events in memory, don't know if the events were really sad, or because of the connection of blood, Shen Shaoguang was full of desolation, and he dreamed of the current affairs of the original body for several nights in a row.

That little child seems to be himself, but not himself, a handsome and loving father, an elegant and somewhat arrogant mother, a calm brother, the green bamboo in the front yard, the begonia in the back yard, the parrot under the porch, the tree The swing frame...wake up with wet pillow covers.

In order to fight against this sadness, Shen Shaoguang tightened his tossing pace.

Since he is not dead, he must live with all his might.

Toss what? Toss the hot pot!

Yuan Mei, the big eater, said, "Abstain from hot pot", thinking that it is too trivial to cook hot pot no matter what ingredients are in the pot, and issued a soul torture that "the taste is still to be asked". Although Shen Shaoguang studied the Suiyuan Food List as a textbook, he disagreed with this one. If there is no hot pot in winter, it is really tasteless.

Put beef slices, mutton slices, chicken slices, pork slices, fish slices, shrimp balls, fish balls, meat balls, mushrooms, mushrooms, mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, cabbage, rapeseed, chrysanthemum, various dishes, and even some beef and sheep, beans Similar products, according to personal preferences, throw them into the pot in turn, dip them in oil, sesame sauce, sesame sauce, garlic fermented bean curd, seafood sauce, and various sauces.

can not stop at all!

Perhaps the beauty of hot pot lies in the hustle and bustle and gluttonous arrogance, so Yuan Zi, who pays attention to exquisite and delicious food, cannot accept it.

The hot pot is also available in this dynasty. In the winter, the palace will set up a small tripod, dipped in the ingredients, cooked and eaten.

The difference is that only one kind is cooked at a time, or beef, mutton, or fish fillet, venison, and sometimes other game, not like a hodgepodge of descendants; the soup is generally bone broth, without the various magical pot bottoms of the pepper era; The ingredients are also different from later generations. Most of them are clear sauces and sesame oil, and sometimes vinegar is added.

Shen Shaoguang felt that it was necessary to let the people of the Tang Dynasty who love the liveliness taste the lively hot pot of their descendants.

The first step is to customize a few pots.

Shen Shaoguang painted the appearance of the copper hot pot in later generations, and asked a craftsman to make it. It was fast and the craftsmanship was also good. In some places, traces of handwork could be seen. - So, it's very expensive! in this metal currency

Era

, Ten pots spent Shen Shaoguang's heart pumping.

The second step is to promote, how about a hot pot food festival? Draw a picture of a hot pot, write "red charcoal copper stove, a small pot of flavors", or rub a little snow on the solar term, and come up with a literary and artistic copy like "the sky wants snow in the evening, can you drink a cup of nothing"? Shen Shaoguang thought about it and chose the former. I can't help but say that literature and art is actually a technical job, and I should not be ashamed of my own poetic talent.

Of course, the most important thing about food festivals is to cooperate with discounts. For those who come from the economy and society, all kinds of "festivals" mean discounts and money.

Yu San is not unfamiliar with the way of cooking and eating - it can be seen that the previous owner is the real master of eating. Yu San also accepted the shape of the pot well, especially after Shen Shaoguang showed him the magical functions of pulling the cap and pressing the cap, he nodded approvingly.

It was rare to see this arrogant and petite public being so supportive, and Shen Shaoguang explained to him the relationship between the shape of the passage, the air flow rate and the fire.

It's a pity that "Xiao Gongju" disagreed with Shen Shaoguang's way of throwing everything in his "Babywei Xiao Kettle", "Isn't it just a mix of flavors?"

"All I want is the flavor!"

Yu San was so choked by Shen Shaoguang that he was speechless.

A Yuan was happily beside him. Although he had not tasted it yet, he had already decided that he liked this kind of thing called hot pot.

Finding a space, Shen Shaoguang took A Yuan and Yu San for a meal first.

Yu San was embarrassed, and under Shen Shaoguang's lewd power, he had to obey.

But later, Yu San was forced to be casual and indifferent. In terms of the amount of food she ate, Shen Shaoguang felt that she could enjoy it in the end. Of course, Princess Yu San would not admit it.

On the other hand, A Yuan doesn't care so much, just throws her cheeks away and eats - how can this thing be so appetizing! The little girl is amazing!

There are not a few people who hold the same idea as A Yuan, and of course there are some people from the Sanyi faction. At the beginning, they only ordered one kind of meat to cook, and the sauce was also the most traditional clear sauce, but the table next door It's too dazzling, and it's too hot to eat. Why don't you try it too?

As soon as tried it, couldn't stop.

Shen Shaoguang prepared seven or eight kinds of dipping sauces, including clear sauce with sesame oil, sesame sauce, clear sauce with pepper oil, rice vinegar, clear sauce, and sesame oil with triple oil, as well as leek flowers, shrimp paste, garlic paste, You can add pepper, etc. yourself. The seasonings are uniformly placed on the table in small jars, and the guests can pick them up by themselves.

Due to the passenger flow, or because of the heat, the small wine shop seemed to be twice as lively as usual.

When Lin Yan came in, he couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw the hustle and bustle. He looked around for a while, and saw Mrs. Shen helping a table of guests add a cone to the strange stove. She was wearing a brand-new rouge-colored beard and thick jacket. The smile is not like the one under the wind lamp at the door that night.

Seeing him, Shen Shaoguang came to say hello, "Lin Langjun, please sit here."

Lin Yan nodded and followed her to a seat next to her—a distance away from the most noisy table, but he was always considerate.

It's a pity that the next sentence is not empathetic. "The new hot pot in our restaurant can be eaten right away. Would you like to try Langjun?" Shen Shaoguang pointed to the dishes full of cases and smiled .

"...Alright."

Shen Shaoguang handed over the special hot pot menu with a smile, "Langjun choose one. Today's fresh carp can be cut into slices, the mutton is also fresh, and there are newly made soup dumplings, just be careful when eating, don't contaminate it. clothes..."

After listening to the name of the dish that Shen Xiao Niangzi had reported in spirit, Lin Yan said lightly, "This hot pot only needs carp. There are also the original sweet and sour cabbage, fried tofu, and meatballs in clear soup."

"..." The previous judgment is really not wrong, this Lin Shaoyin is very uninteresting!

On the face, he asked with a smile: "Do you want Yijue wine? Or do you want some noodles? There are four kinds of Yujian noodles, pure hog meat, shrimp meat, sour shepherd hog meat, and sauerkraut hog. meat."

The pickled shepherd's purse was still pickled in spring, and it only broke the jar in the past two days. Shepherd's purse is everywhere in the wild in spring, and it is worthless even in the city. When it is about to snow, it becomes a rare thing, so it is very popular. Shen Shaoguang pondered that when spring starts, he must pickle more.

Hearing her say "sour water chestnut", Lin Yan suddenly remembered the "Ali three years old" and "Ali five years old" on the pavilion column.

"Or some chicken soup houto?"

Lin Yan coughed a little uncomfortably, "It's Houto."

Shen Shaoguang didn't know that his small words were known to outsiders, and he was still joking in his heart. It seems that Lin Shaoyin really loves chicken soup houto.

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