Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 139 Negotiation
After half a quarter of an hour, the crying gradually stopped.

Xu Shi vented all the worry and disappointment in his heart, and Wen Shu felt much better, and his mental head returned to its original position.

This is the end of the matter, no matter how guilty and regretful it is, it is useless.The only thing she can do is to keep the lesson in mind, and never operate in violation of the regulations again until the moment of life and death.

Gathering up her mood, she carefully hid the sixty-year-old son she just got in the clay pot under the bed, and Wen Shu was a little worried about how to tell her father about it.

It is impossible to hide it.

It doesn't take a day or two to go to school, and she can pass it by. She has to go to the private school every two days, and every afternoon she goes.Besides, you have to bring a bookcase when you go out, and you have to do your homework when you come back. How can you hide all these signs when you live under the same roof.

How about telling the truth?
Um. No, no!Wen Shu shook his head again and again.

If Dad knew about it, he would definitely have to worry about it every day, and according to his temperament, he might hand over the iron box on the spot again.And after this battle, her father will definitely hide it more tightly, and it will not be easy for her to find the iron box.

After thinking about it and thinking about it, Wen Shu felt that this was not a good idea.

After some consideration, she finally decided to say half and keep the other half.

We need to talk about admission, but what about tuition fees?
Anyway, there are still ten days before leaving school, before that, as long as she can think of an obvious way to make money, she will be able to get through smoothly.

It's just what kind of business can earn thirty guan in just ten days?

While thinking, Wen Shu got up and opened the door to the kitchen. It was getting late and it was time to cook.

At noon the next day, the wind was strong and the black clouds were overwhelming.

Seeing that there was a heavy rain, Wen Shu hurriedly put the freshly made hibiscus jujube paste cake into a log-colored food box, then picked up the green cloth oil-paper umbrella behind the door, and hurried out of the yard.

A moment later, the Wang family was across the alley from Xiaocha Lane.

"Ling'er, Ling'er, open the door quickly, I'll bring you delicious food." Wen Shu saw the dark clouds gathering above her head, and knocked on the door hastily.

Wang Ling, who was mixing incense in the room, was startled when she heard the sound, and then Yixi hurried out of the room to open the courtyard door.

At this time, there were heavy raindrops on the top of the head.

"A'Ning, you're back! When did you arrive?" Seeing the familiar figure outside, Wang Ling was overjoyed.

"It arrived yesterday."

"Then why did you only come to me today." Complaining, Wang Ling hurriedly pulled her in, "Come in quickly, your clothes are all wet." Saying that, she dragged her and ran towards the door.

Wen Shu didn't even have time to open the umbrella in his hand, so Wang Ling pulled it into the room.

Putting the food box on the table in the middle, she wiped off the rainwater from her body, and joked with a smile, "Isn't it to bring you delicious food, I'm afraid I won't meet you, and I won't eat to open the way, and you will throw me out."

"You do understand me." Wang Ling answered with a smile, and then opened the food box without notice, asking, "What did you bring?"

"Furong Jujube Cake, new to me, try it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Ling had already seen the contents of the food box clearly, and exclaimed, "Hey! How did you learn such a trick, it's so pretty that you can't hold back your mouth."

On the white porcelain plate, the light red pastries were pinched into the shape of hibiscus flowers, with layers of pink flowers, and dark red stamens made of date paste in the middle, which looked very realistic. But two.

"I learned it from the cook of the Hou's Mansion. It's my first time doing it. It's not bad." Wen Shu looked proud.

"Not only is it not bad, it's simply too good." Wang Ling glanced out of the window nervously, then said in a low voice, "Don't let my parents see it, otherwise they will blame me again when you leave later."

What are you ignorant, stupid girl, look at her, Aning, she is good-looking and skillful, if it is not for the burden of family affairs, marrying a rich man is fine, then look at you.
"Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang are just teasing you. Your skills in blending fat and powder are no worse than cooking skills."

"But in the eyes of my parents, it's bad." Wang Ling said without anger: "Every time I see the exquisite food you cook, I always talk about me for a long time when I look back."

"They said it, but they still support you in their hearts, otherwise your spices fell out of thin air." Wen Shu smiled and winked at her.

"That's right." Wang Ling smiled, reached out and twirled a hibiscus flower cake from the plate, wanting to eat it, but because the shape was so beautiful, she didn't know where to eat it for a while.

Wen Shu watched anxiously, and urged, "What are you doing standing up? Eat."

"It's so beautiful, I can't bear to talk about it." Wang Ling looked regretful.

"What's the matter?" Wen Shu rolled his eyes, picked up one, and bit off half of it with his mouth open.

Wang Ling was dumbfounded, and then shook her head again and again: "You are really...violent. What are you doing?"

"A violent mortuary."

"Yes, yes, it's a violent funeral."

Wen Shu just ignored her, "Things are made to be eaten, and the appearance is made exquisite and beautiful to increase appetite. If you don't eat it because of this, wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse."

Wang Ling thought about it carefully, hey, it makes sense, she immediately smiled, revealing two dimples on her lip.

"As expected of a person who has read the book, he has a set of principles when he talks about it." As he said, Xue Wenshu didn't look picky, and opened his mouth to take a big mouthful, "Well, the entrance is fragrant, and there is still a hint of fragrance in the softness. A touch of sweetness, not bad."

"What do you think of selling it outside?" Wen Shu asked, licking off the residue from his fingers.

"Sure. The Shangji Bakery at the street corner has the same taste. Isn't the business booming?"

Hearing this, Wen Shu raised his eyebrows, "Are you praising me or hurting me? It's not jujube cakes that are popular, but the best mung bean cakes in his house. Other cakes are just a little bit." .”

"But the way you make it looks better than his home's." Wang Ling looked at the pastry in her hand and praised sincerely: "Just because of this gratifying pattern, who can see it and not love it."

"Really?" Wen Shu didn't believe it.

"Of course, anyway, if it were me, as long as the price is reasonable, I would definitely buy it, especially if there are guests at home, and it would be more face-saving to put it on the table."

Wen Shu was amused by her expression, and said with a chuckle: "Then I will borrow your good words. There will be a temple fair in Daxiangguo Temple on the [-]th tomorrow. I want to try it. Will you go?"

"Go, why don't you go." Speaking of this, Wang Ling got excited, "During the month you were away, I made a lot of regular customers there. Well, no, there are still people asking me to customize spices."

Wen Shu followed her gaze to look at the table, and saw a lot of dried lychee shells, cloves, chrysanthemums, and pine nuts spread out on the table, and couldn't help asking: "What is this for?"

She doesn't know much about Yu Xiangdao, but there are classes in the Class A class in the private school, but the tuition fee is three times that of hers.

"Sihexiang, but the little lady who ordered the incense specifically asked to replace the orchids with cloves and the cypresses with pine nuts."

"Does this taste good?" Wen Shu asked.

"I don't know, isn't it just trying?" Then he sat down and pounded the spices.

Seeing this, Wen Shu hurriedly asked, "Do you want to help?"

Wang Ling smiled and shook her head, "No, I'll do it slowly by myself, so I can't rush it."

Wen Shu nodded, leaned her chin on the table, and chatted, "Ling'er, how do you think you can earn thirty guan in ten days?"

Hearing this, Wang Ling stopped pounding the medicine, and said doubtfully, "Why do you ask this? You can earn thirty guan in ten days, and those big cloth houses will do it."

"I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about us, no, it's me." Wen Shu pointed to himself, "How can I earn thirty guan within ten days."

"No, what nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Ling looked at Wen Shu incredulously, with an expression that you are all right.

"Yeah, it's just nonsense." Wen Shu squinted her eyes in frustration.

Earning thirty guan in ten days, how is it possible for ordinary business.

(End of this chapter)