I went back to ancient times to do business with my game account

Chapter 27
It took only two or three minutes before and after this little episode, so the mutton soup did not cool down, but it was not as hot as when it was in the pot, it was still steaming hot and the flavor was not diminished.

Cut out the excess mutton, Qiao Yun mixed it with soy sauce, sesame oil, and coriander, and served it with the soup.

"Ma'am, don't you want to go to the front to eat with us?"

Before returning to the front hall, Meng Shaoqing looked back at Xue Mei Niang reluctantly.

Qiao Yun took Meng Shaoqing's hand: "My mother has eaten it, so we can just eat it."

She will never forget that there is a young man in front who is still eyeing her Xue Mei Niang!

Qiao Yun didn't intend to interfere with Xue Mei Niang's social life.

But since Xue Mei Niang came, she has never gone out with her, and her beauty is an assassin with a mysterious background, so she stayed here to hide from some powerful people. Qiao Yun can't drag irrelevant people into Xue Mei Niang. In the muddy water behind my mother.

"OK then."

Meng Shaoqing glanced at her maid, Bichan, and Bichan consciously took the initiative to carry the tray.

Opening the curtain and returning to the front hall, Meng Shaoheng glanced at several people with resentful eyes.

"You guys know that I'm here, leave me alone outside to suffer from the cold! How long does it take to serve a soup?"

"Isn't there still a plate of cut mutton that needs to be prepared now! The guest officer has been waiting for a long time."

Qiao Yun was joking, and placed the soup bowls on the table from the tray in Bichan's hand.

The slaves cannot eat at the same table as the master. Although they can be more casual outside now, they cannot break the rules.

Bichan took her bowl and went to another table.

Qiao Yun went back to the kitchen and took out a basket of warm flax cakes, and gave one to Bichan.The rest are on Meng Shaoheng's table.

The mutton soup that has just been cooked is bright in color, white like milk, blended with water and fat, and pure in texture.The solid mutton in the bowl can be vaguely seen through the milky white soup, and the chopped green onions make this bowl of soup look very gratifying.

Meng Shaoheng picked up the bowl, took a sip of the mutton soup, and praised it again and again.

"Fresh but not smelly, fragrant but not greasy, good soup, good soup! With this bowl of soup, it's worth it for me to endure such a long freeze!"

After all, he took two more slices of mutton from the bowl and ate them.

The mutton is also rotten but not sticky, plump but not greasy at all.

He fished out a flax cake from the bamboo basket, tore it into small pieces and soaked it in a bowl.

Meng Shaoqing originally drank the soup with a small spoon, but when she saw this, she imitated her elder brother and took a flax cake and broke the soup.

The dry and hard flax cakes are full of the deliciousness of the mutton soup, with a crispness that has not been soaked in the soup. The more you chew, the more delicious it is, which makes people want to stop.

Meng Shaoqing's bowl also added some chili noodles, which made the taste even better.

Originally, Qiao Yun was not very satisfied with the chili noodles - the chili added to the mutton soup had to be chili oil boiled with mutton fat and cooked sesame seeds, and the chili noodles made from dried chilies were greatly reduced in flavor.

But it is also enough to conquer the taste buds of the ancients.

Meng Shaoheng and Meng Shaoqing are indeed brothers and sisters. They even licked their lips after eating a soup-soaked biscuit, and they both took a biscuit and soaked it in a bowl.

Qiao Yun turned her head to look at Bichan who was on the side. Bichan's appetite was obviously much smaller, and she also took small bites of biscuits, but she also ate without raising her head.

Huh... According to this, selling mutton soup in the morning is much more exciting than selling steamed buns.

It's just that if it sells mutton soup, the shop will be much smaller, so it needs to be bigger, with a few more tables, and there must be another clerk, one of them grabs the cakes at the entrance of the shop, and the other serves the soup at the back.

The brothers and sisters finally ate their fill of flax cakes, but they were reluctant to drink the unfinished soup in the bowl, so they began to slowly sip the soup in the bowl.

At the same time chatted.

Meng Shaoqing puffed up her cheeks and moved her cheeks. She didn't turn her head to look at Meng Shaoheng until she swallowed the mutton in her mouth.

"Brother, you should go back to the house to have a look during the Chinese New Year. Auntie misses you very much."

Meng Shaoheng didn't care about this, he sneered, it sounded like he was trying to squeeze it out from the back of his nose.

"The old man said, I don't want to go back this year if I can't read well. Look, the whole family went back to Beijing to report on their work, and they never sent anyone to the academy to inform me!"

Back to Beijing to report on work?

Qiao Yun pricked up her ears.

Is this family still an official?

But it seems that it is not good to listen to other people's family affairs, she smiled apologetically: "You guys talk, I'll go and make some snacks, and Shaoqing will dress Shaoqing later when she goes back."

As he said, he got up and pretended to be busy in the backyard, but actually moved a bench and sat under the wall next to the back door to listen.

"It's not that the whole family has gone back." Meng Shaoqing puffed her mouth, like a wronged little milk cat, "Didn't Aniang and Qingqing stay with my brother? Only grandparents and daddy are going back to Chang'an!"

"My mother said that my father has been in office for the past three years, and I will definitely stay here as a county magistrate. They will come back in the next year. So it's not that my brother is left behind, but because I am worried about running around on the road. Delay your study."

Meng Shaoqing dragged her voice out, clinging to Meng Shaoheng's side coquettishly: "Qingqing is so lonely in the old house by herself, if you stay in the academy and refuse to come back, what will Qingqing and Auntie do?"

Ugh.

If it is said that Meng Shaoheng is angry with his father because of his rebellious mentality, but he has no temper at all with Meng Shaoqing and A Niang.

He stroked Meng Shaoqing's soft hair and slowed down his voice.

"It's not that I don't want to go back, it's just that I made an appointment with a few classmates who also haven't returned to celebrate the New Year together, and I will invite you, sister Qiao, to cook the New Year's Eve dinner. If you don't keep your word, let the old man find out that he will beat me so angry."

Hearing this, Meng Shaoqing rolled her eyes.

"Then let Sister Ayun bring her mother to our house to celebrate the New Year!"

Meng Shaoheng was stunned.

Meng Shaoqing chuckled: "The two of them are so pitiful here alone, don't they just want as many people as possible during the Chinese New Year! A Yun's stewed mutton soup is so delicious, it's just a good time for A Niang to taste A Yun's cooking."

Take that beautiful sister to her home to celebrate the new year!

This girl's proposal can really speak to his heart!

Although when the time comes, the New Year's Eve dinner will definitely be a table for the girls, and he and his classmates will sit outside through a screen.

But this is enough, when he arrives at his home, he always has a chance to see the fairy-like lady with his own eyes.

It's not what I want to do, nor what I want to say - it's still too early, maybe people don't know me yet.

It is enough to take a few more glances from a distance, and let her appearance be deeply burned into my heart.

The beauty he dreams of, the beauty he longs for——

When he came back to his senses, Meng Shaoheng looked at his younger sister ecstatically, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Why didn't I think this girl was so annoying before!
He wished he could kiss his sister hard on the face.

But the younger sister is already an 11-year-old girl after all, so he just kneaded Meng Shaoqing's face with both hands like dough, and kept praising: "You are really worthy of being born in the same mother's womb as me! This proposal is so contradictory." It's on my heart, Brother Huihui will buy you new clothes!"

Meng Shaoqing was dazed by rubbing, seeing her elder brother's face bursting into smirks and ecstasy, she was so frightened that he thought he had finally become stupid in reading.

"However, this matter is not up to me. Good sister, good Qingqing, I beg you for such a big brother!" Meng Shaoheng showed a flattering smile, "You must persuade my mother well when you go back. If Aniang agrees to let your elder sister of the Qiao family and her mother celebrate the New Year with us, I will get you any brother you want!"

It turned out to be for this.

Meng Shaoqing showed a smile: "Of course I'm going to persuade A Niang to agree. But brother, you have to keep your word! If I convince A Niang, you can agree to whatever I want!"

Bichan looked at the innocent third lady at home, and then at Mr. San Lang, who was obviously holding back his thoughts and bubbling with joy, he hesitated to speak.

Could it be, could it not be that Mr. Saburo has taken a fancy to this lady of the Qiao family, right?
Although if one ignores her background, the lady of the Qiao family is indeed worthy of being an official wife, but, but...

The county magistrate and the old man in the family valued family background the most, and they were quite old-fashioned.

Originally, Mr. Sanlang couldn't study well enough to make the two elders unhappy. If they knew that Mr. Sanlang had taken a fancy to the little lady from the merchant's family again, wouldn't they faint from anger?

She was anxious and conflicted.

If this matter is obstructed, Mr. Saburo is afraid that she will not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

But if Mr. Ren Sanlang is messing around, when the old man finds out, then Mr. Sanlang will not be able to see the sun the next day!
How can this be good?
　Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a collection, ask for a recommendation ticket, meme (′3′)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)