Scholar's Sweetheart

The steward saw that song Xintong was very polite and pleasant to listen to, and the two boys were clever. In addition, the fragrance was so fragrant that it aroused the greedy insects in his stomach, so he nodded, "now it's not time for dinner, don't show the fragrance."

Song Xintong understood and quickly put the lid on the big iron bucket, "then I'll keep a share of our pig's hooves for the steward."

"Then I'm welcome." The steward nodded with a smile, pointed to the big iron bucket and said, "what's this?"

"It's stew." Song Xintong didn't say maocai directly. He thought these people might be more receptive to the word "stew".

"Keep one for me, too." Then the steward went to the construction site.

Wait for a person to walk far, he Er Auntie can't help but say: "free to send him?"

Song Xintong looked at the other steward also and respectfully say hello, think it should be a big steward, that gave him no loss, "the time is coming, aunt help me put the bowl."

"Good." Aunt he quickly took out the big bowl in the basket and put it on the board of the car. "It seems that tomorrow we have to get a long table or a door."

"Well, yes." Song Xintong looked at the people who had already stopped working. He quickly opened the lid of the two big iron buckets. The maocai was boiling. The spicy and delicious flavor quickly overflowed and floated around along the wind.

After a while, a lot of artificial ground to the side of the stall crowded over, surrounded by the pot, "this son of a bitch is also too fragrant, right? This pig's hoof is golden red, such a big one

"Little girl, how do you sell it?" Someone couldn't help asking.

Song Xintong listened to the irrepressible voice of swallowing saliva, his heart was very happy, "this stewed dish is eight Wen a bowl, this pig's hoof is fifteen yuan a bowl."

Some people are reluctant to say, "it's so expensive."

Song Xintong hurriedly took out the big bowl he had already prepared, "such a big bowl, with a lot of meat in it, a bowl can serve two or three people for lunch."

These people are excited when they listen to it. It seems that one person's eight Wen money is very expensive, but two, three, four people's equal share is less. "Then we'll buy a bowl together?"

"OK, it's done!"

"Give me a bowl!"

"I want a bowl, too!"

"I want three bowls!"

"Give me a pig's hoof!"

"Don't worry, everyone. Remember to return the bowl to me when you finish eating." Song Xintong yelled.

"Don't worry, little girl. I'll return it to you when it's clean."

Aunt he is busy scooping vegetables. Song Xintong is busy pouring hot oil into the bowl. At the same time, she sprinkles green onion and celery leaves on it. It's a solid bowl. It's not ambiguous!

People who buy vegetables look at a bowl full of fat intestines and meat dishes and think it's worth eight Wen to buy a bowl.

"Little boy, is the number clear? How much is my three bowls? " Some people can't help teasing Dabao and Xiaobao.

Dabao looked at him, "uncle, you bought a pig's hoof and a bowl of stewed vegetables, a total of 23 Wen."

"Hey, that's smart!"

"Ha ha ha, you still want to cheat children. They are more powerful than you."

"I'm not good, uncle is." Dabao said crisply.

"Can you tell me why I'm good?" the man asked

"Because you manage people." Xiaobao said naively.

"Ha ha ha, yes, I manage people, so I'm good!" This man is really a man in charge. He is not a powerful man“ How clever

After a while, the middle-aged steward who talked with song Xintong came back and squeezed into the crowd again.

Song Xintong handed him a pig's hoof and a bowl of stewed vegetables.

The steward counted 23 Wen and gave her, "I'll return the bowl later."

"No, uncle." Song Xintong said.

"It's not easy for everyone." The steward went out without food.

While cooking the second pot of maocai, aunt he couldn't help saying, "this is really a good man."

"There are many good people in this world." Song Xintong washed the bowls returned by the workers again in hot water, "uncle he, they still come here?"

"It should be soon." Aunt he Er stood on tiptoe and looked into the crowd, "ah, there, he Er, he er."

He Er Shu and several people who were familiar with each other in the village came over together. "We also said what they ate was so delicious. It turned out that it was Xintong you who made it."

Song Xintong laughed, "I'll cook this pot right away. Uncle he, you wait for a moment, and you can eat it right away."

"No, no, you can sell them all for money. We'll just eat dry food." He Er Shu is busy putting off.

"That's not good." Song Xintong uncovered the lid of the pot and sprinkled salt and seasoning into it. "This pot will be ready soon."

As soon as the words came to an end, several men with uncle he couldn't help swallowing their saliva. They could only eat dry food at ordinary times. When they got home, they also boiled cabbage with clean water. When they saw so much meat and water, which were spicy and fragrant, they couldn't help it.

Song Xintong took a sea bowl, filled a full bowl, and handed it to he Ershu, "there is no bowl, several uncles will use one for the time being."

"That's too much." He Er Shu looked at the amount of two bowls, which could be sold for 16 Wen.

"Uncle, what are you doing with me?" Song Xintong turned around and went to greet other guests. In a short time, the second pot was sold out again.

"Well, there's only a little left." Aunt he Er looked at the big iron barrels that didn't even have soup left. "It's selling too fast."

"There are several left of the pig's hooves." Song Xintong was a little discouraged.

He Er Auntie busy said: "this almost sold out, there is nothing to worry about."

"It's nothing. People on the other side and the first few points on the bank don't know that Xintong is selling food here. If they knew that there was such a rich food, they would have come here early." He Er Shu wiped to wipe mouth, "tomorrow find an hour, the person affirmation is more, at that time you can want to prepare a few more."

"Yes, we'll come tomorrow." The worker who came to return the bowl said, "if only there was rice. It's not like eating steamed bread on the construction site."

"How expensive the rice is, how can I give you the whole rice." Someone couldn't help saying.

"Less whole, there will always be people willing to eat, right?"

Song Xintong bowed his head to think about the feasibility of making rice.

"In the county, a kilo of rice costs 15 Wen, and a bowl of rice costs you at least 23 Wen. Are you willing?"

"Yes, I'd better eat steamed bread."

At this time, a pretty boy came from the crowd, sniffed at the two iron barrels, looked around and asked, "what are you selling?"

"This is stewed pig's feet with sauce, and this is stewed vegetables." Song Xintong scooped up the remaining stewed vegetables with a big spoon. "The ingredients inside are enough."

The boy thought, "give me one, too." After a pause, looking at the remaining three pig's feet, he said, "I want them together."

"All right." Song Xintong quickly took out a big sea bowl, scooped in all the remaining stewed vegetables, and put three fragrant pig's feet in the big sea bowl, "one pig's feet is 15 Wen, this bowl of stewed vegetables is 8 Wen."

Small Si directly took a half money of silver naked son to throw to song Xintong, "I'll come to return bowl later." Finish saying to carry slowly two big bowls to run away toward another direction.

Song Xintong looked at the little guy's dress better than her. He thought that he should be the people around the senior officials from the capital, otherwise he would not be so generous.

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