Scholar's Sweetheart

Near noon, song Xintong drove his donkey cart to the construction site again.

Yesterday, the good-looking steward saw that they were setting up the platform, and came back, "little girl is here again today?"

"Yes, uncle." Song Xintong smiles at Uncle Tiantian, "I don't know your name, uncle?"

"Zhang, please." The leaves cut in the bamboo basket look clean and fresh. Looking at the spicy soup in the pot, I feel hungry. I have to buy another bowl later.

"Uncle Zhang, how did you like it yesterday? Is this level of spicy acceptable? " Song Xintong asked while wiping the spoon.

"I'll take it. I'll make it." Zhang Guanshi is a spicy guy. Naturally, he thinks so. In this summer, he has no appetite for light food.

"Come back at noon and I'll scoop you more meat." Song Xintong said.

"No, no, I like these lotus roots and mushroom fungus." Zhang Guanshi nodded with satisfaction, and then went on to supervise the work.

Because today we have done a lot, so we added a big iron bucket and cooked the two iron pots together.

So aunt Xie also came along, afraid that song Xintong and aunt he would be too busy.

"Xintong, you see, those people can't stand it any more. They look at our booth from time to time." Aunt Xie couldn't close her mouth with a smile. I can expect to make a lot of money today.

"We've all eaten at home and we can't bear the smell, let alone they've been working for most of the day." Aunt he handed aunt Xie a clean apron, "sister-in-law, put it on quickly. We have to dress up clean. People think our food is clean after seeing it."

"That's right. Maybe some adult will come to eat us." Aunt Xie stroked her hair again and washed her calloused hands again, as if an adult had come.

Song Xintong to the twins also put on an apron, "today may be clear?"

"Yes." Xiaobao holding the money box, said firmly.

"That's good. It's up to both of you." Song Xintong took a look at the sky and said to Aunt Xie and aunt he who were standing by the pot, "Auntie, let's start the fire. The water will have to burn for a while."

"All right They worked neatly.

In a short time, the soup was boiling, and the fragrance overflowed.

The workman who was close to him couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Then he asked his companion, "it's almost a quarter past noon?"

The workmate took a look at the sky and wiped his sweat. "No, I'm so hungry that my chest sticks to my back."

"Four of us are going to buy a bowl? I heard you can add soup. "

"The soup is delicious. I can make five steamed buns with it."

"Yes, I plan to do the same." The workmate swallowed his saliva, "there's enough oil and water in it. Fortunately, he can get a lot of fat."

"That's settled. Let's go in a moment."

The rest of the people also discussed in twos and threes.

Song Xintong's two pots of maocai have already put down the fat, lean meat, and fat intestines and so on. After a while, they will be out of the pot.

"Boss, I want five pig feet." Or yesterday's little guy, carrying a food box, ran over and took out a blue and white plate from it, "put it in here for me."

"Just five pig feet? Don't you want this stew? " Asked song Xintong.

The little boy said, "your stew tastes good, but the meat is boiled. It's not as good as the pig's hoof."

Song Xintong really knows this problem. After all, it's cooked in a big pot. Naturally, it can't be made alone. After all, as long as the people on the construction site have enough oil and water, how can they care whether they are tender or not?

Song Xintong looked at the boy's dress, hesitated and said, "why don't I make one for you alone?"

Little Si Zheng for a while, looking up at this thin black girl, he didn't say that he bought it for his adults, how does this girl know?

"How do you know I bought it for my adults?"

Song Xintong laughed, "your temperament is hundreds of times better than that of our farmers, but it seems that you can buy it for yourself. You should be a more noble person. If you think so, you must be an adult."

It turned out that he thought she had guessed that he was the son of his own family, and also the supervisor, Lord Wang.

"Then you cook me two bowls." Xiao Si also added a bowl to himself.

"Yes, just a moment." Song Xintong directly took the pot, put the meat in a special bamboo basket, and then hung it beside the iron bucket. He quickly took all kinds of fresh vegetables and poured them into it. After the hot was just ready, he fished them up and packed them in two bowls, and then poured all the fresh meat into the bowl.

And immediately boil the hot oil on top, immediately spicy fragrance overflowing.

"All right." Song Xintong put two bowls of maocai into Xiaosi's basket and sprinkled some scallion and celery leaves on it. "Be careful, don't shake it out."

The boy lost half of the money to her again, and without asking her to mend it, he left with the basket in his hand.

When the boy went away, aunt Xie stirred the bottom of the pot, "these noble people's tongue is powerful, I think everything is delicious."

"So they are noble." Aunt he jokingly echoed, "ah, Xintong, I think what you just made is much better than what you used to make in the pot."

Song Xintong laughs. It's delicious. At least it's tender.

She also knows another way to do it alone, which is much better than what she did just now. But she doesn't open a shop, so how can she spare time to do it alone.

"All right, all right, people are coming. Come on." Aunt he, looking at the workers rushing down from the hillside beside the Qingjiang River, cried out.

Several people immediately and wholeheartedly prepared for the war.

"Steward Zhang, are you here, or a bowl of stewed vegetables with pig's feet?"

Zhang Guanshi said: "another pig's hoof, drink wine at night."

"OK, do you want to chop it?" Song Xintong nimbly took out two golden red pig's hooves, cut them into small pieces, and handed them to him in a small bowl.

"Uncle, you don't want Cornus sauce, do you?"

"Brother, you don't want scallion or celery leaves, I remember."

"Ah, uncle, take care of your three bowls. Don't drop them."

"If you have less soup, you can come back and add more."

Song Xintong is very busy, but he can't help remembering everyone's requirements.

Pot after pot of cooking, continuous cooking five pots to finish.

"Xintong, this business is too hot." Aunt Xie looked at the empty big iron bucket and laughed so hard that her eyes couldn't close her mouth. "You see, many people haven't bought it. They want you to add more buckets tomorrow."

"No more." Song Xintong shook his head. "They'll eat something fresh. If it's a long time, I'm afraid they'll be tired of it. Moreover, the work is too tired. If aunt Xie hadn't come here today, we would have been too busy."

"What Xintong said is, don't talk about you. I'm used to doing farm work and I'm very tired." Aunt he beat her back.

"Can you give up the business?" Aunt Xie asked.

"Aunts, let's go back first." Song Xintong put away all the empty vegetable baskets, "let's go home and talk slowly."