Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Okay, okay, but uncle, I want to fly first, can you take me to town?"

Ling Wu was so excited that he slapped his hands, and Ling Wen's eyes lit up, nodding vigorously. They had tried everything, but they had never tried flying in the sky.

"Huh?" Yan Shan was dumbfounded and flew them to town? Are they kidding him?

"Can't you?" The two steamed buns would have seen their faces for a long time. Seeing this, they both pursed their mouths and their eyes were moist and moist, as if they were about to cry. Yan Shengrui, who was next to him, was about to endure his laughter, and he was embracing Ling Jingxuan. His hands are tight and tight, even if he is the only one in the world, he has to fly the two children all the way to the town with a load, it seems that he will be exhausted and collapsed, right?

"No, no, no problem." Unable to bear the fact that they had the same face as Yan Shengrui and the appearance of crying, Yan Shan couldn't help but waved her hands again and again, and had to grit her teeth to agree.

"Yeah! Daddy, did you hear? Uncle is going to fly us to town, I can fly..."

"Dad, we can also fly in the sky..."

When the two buns heard the words, they turned their faces as fast as turning over a book. They jumped three feet high in an instant, and happily circled around Yan Ling and the two of them, and finally realized that Yan Shan, who had been hacked, couldn't help all kinds of convulsions. With that face, their character has also inherited the master, will they have a good life in the future? It seems that he has a feeling of darkness now.

"Haha... Then I'll trouble you!" Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan gave Yan Shan a good face for the first time, but his smile was as permeable as it was, at least Yan Shan thought so.

So, on the official road to the town, everyone saw a peculiar scene. A handsome-looking man was galloping in the air with a child in one hand, and a horse was chasing after him fiercely. In the distance, there was a very gorgeous carriage in the countryside. The people in the carriage let out happy laughter from time to time, cleverly woven with the silver bells sprinkled in the air, forming a song that was enough to piss someone off. The jiāo symphony.

Arriving at Xinyuan Restaurant, Yan Shan thought she was finally freed, but unexpectedly, the little master became addicted to the game. I can only do my best to take him to fly, fly, fly...

"What about them, brother?"

The carriage stopped steadily at the door of Xinyuan. Ling Jingxuan, who jumped out of it, looked at the big bun with one hand on his back, why is he standing here alone?

"My brother still wants to fly, so Uncle Shan took him to the market."

"Ha ha."

When the words fell, Ling Jingxuan couldn't bear it any longer. He fell on Yan Shengrui with an exaggerated laugh. He couldn't help but secretly gave the little bun a thumbs up. As expected of his son, it's good, this is absolutely the highest realm of nüè people. ?

"Jing Xuan, you are here, why don't you go in?"

The shopkeeper Zhang, who had been out before, happened to see them when he came back, and he quickly left his companions and greeted them. Ling Jingxuan, who laughed uncontrollably, had to hold back his laughter and turned around and said, "We also just arrived, Brother Zhang. Did you go there early this morning?"

It's cold now, and it's late at dawn. Even if it's already the hour, the streets are crowded with people because of the fairs. For those who are used to enjoying it, it's still early.

"Isn't that the last time you asked someone to send you a drawing, and let me find a blacksmith and a carpenter to make the corresponding pot and table. Yesterday, the table was delivered. I know you are coming today, and I will bring it early in the morning. The people are going to get the pot, but Jing Xuan, why are you making us do so many weird things?"

Shopkeeper Zhang took the special pot from the man's hand and sent it to him. This is just a sample, and the rest are all pulled in through the back door.

"Well, it's not bad. If it can match the table, it will be perfect."

After taking a look at the Jiugongge pot, Ling Jingxuan nodded with satisfaction, winter is coming, what can be better than eating hot pot? He specially asked them to create pots and tables dedicated to hot pot in order to introduce hot pot.

"Only this one? I remember drawing a picture of a mandarin duck pot, right?"

The mandarin duck pot can't use the nine-square grid. In order to suit everyone's taste, he specially instructed them to make two kinds of pots. "In it, according to what you said, there are thirty sets of this kind of pot and table. The mandarin duck pot I mentioned only made fifteen, and I brought it back together just now, and the table arrived yesterday, let's go and have a look."

Shopkeeper Zhang made a gesture of invitation, and the group turned around and entered the store. Ling Wen turned to look at it before leaving, and seemed to be a little worried about Ling Wu, who was still flying outside.

Chapter 205 Innocent and simple black belly

In the backyard of Xinyuan Restaurant, Shopkeeper Zhang asked people to take out a table that was stacked in the warehouse and set it up, and then asked someone to bring a special, small stove for burning charcoal in the middle of the table, and finally put the pot on it. , When everything was completed, Ling Jingxuan touched his chin and turned around the table several times, confirming that it was similar to what he remembered before nodding frequently.

"This stove must be made of smokeless charcoal, to ensure that the smoke will not run into the pot, let alone the guests. I will go to the kitchen to cook the bottom of the pot in person. Brother Zhang, go and prepare some pig brains. , meat slices, pig water, seafood and fish slices, etc., prepare a portion of each vegetable, and then let someone go to the hot and sour noodles stall run by my uncle at the dock to buy some fresh noodles, let’s do this for now, by the way, don’t forget Prepare sesame oil, set up a table in the hall at noon, and I want to invite all the guys in Xinyuan to cook hot pot in the hall."

Xinyuan’s customers are very receptive. The aroma of the hot pot and the unique way of eating will definitely attract the attention of others. As long as they try it at noon, tomorrow

, No, maybe the hot pot will be available for sale at night.

"This... is it all going to be born?"

Shopkeeper Zhang made him confused, why did he suddenly think of a treat? And how to eat raw? You can't cook it in that pot, right?

"Well, raw, I'm in a hurry today, and there may not be many ingredients that I can find. By the way, I brought a lot of mushrooms, and it's just right for the hot pot to be too hot."

Knowing what he was wondering, Ling Jingxuan did not intend to explain it to him in detail. When they saw the hot pot, they would naturally know all about it. In fact, hot pot is the most convenient of all foods. As long as the bottom of the pot is well cooked, Don't worry about something bad.

"mushroom?"

I haven't figured it out yet, and something even more exciting came out of his mouth. This mushroom is a good thing. The mushroom he got from him a few months ago has been reluctant to eat. Later, it was crispy and dried. Now, every time I want to eat it, I soak a few flowers to satisfy my cravings. Looking at the basket full of white and tender mushrooms handed over by Ling Jingpeng, Manager Zhang's eyes are about to pop out, and he takes it with trembling hands, smelling The unique fragrance of mushrooms made Mr. Zhang feel that his saliva was about to drool. Where did he find so many mushrooms?

"Hehe... Brother Zhang, I came to town this time to talk to you about the acquisition of mushrooms. Let's go to the private room?"

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing. Yan Shengrui and the others who followed behind him also smiled one after another. If he knew that they had cultivated mushrooms, he would probably scream in horror? The cultivated mushrooms are not the same as the ones picked from the mountains. They are basically completely non-toxic, and because Ling Jingxuan used the Crescent Moon Spring water, the cultivated mushrooms taste no worse than the wild ones. What's more, according to the principle of Crescent Moon Spring water for self-cultivation , Maybe long-term eating can still be able to keep fit.

"Huh? Well, okay, you go to the private room on the third floor first, and I'll go up after a few words." Reluctantly, Manager Zhang returned the basket containing the mushrooms to Ling Jingpeng.

"That's it, Na Shengrui, take the children to the private room first, I'll go to the kitchen and teach the chefs how to cook the bottom of the pot, Jingpeng, you also come with me."

After pondering for a while, Ling Jingxuan made a decisive decision. The longer the soup base is boiled, the more fragrant the hot pot will taste. Anyway, pork bones are cheap, so it would be better to boil them thicker. Fortunately, he sold Zeng Shaoqing's brine recipe last time. He has already promoted it in various branches, and the condiments should be ready-made and not too troublesome.

"Dad, I want to go with you too."

Ling Wen quickly broke away from his father's hand and held him instead. Ling Jingxuan looked down at him, pinched his nose dotingly and said with a smile, "Why, do you still want to steal it?"

Although he doesn't have the kind of chauvinism that men stay away from the kitchen, but their big buns are still small, he wants to learn cooking, at least after the age of ten, Ling Jingxuan seems to have forgotten that before he came across The 4-year-old buns just make a fire and cook for them to eat.

"No, I just want to help daddy, okay daddy, let me go?"

Holding his hand, he kept shaking and acting coquettishly, Ling Wen's rare willfulness, Ling Jingxuan was amused by him, and hurriedly said: "Alright, let's go together."