There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

"It's paprika."

While Song Rutang was frying, he showed the dried chili peppers to Sun Shunzi:
"The ingredients bought from other places are very expensive, so be careful and don't let others see them, otherwise they will be stolen by us."

Afraid that Sun Shunzi would leak it out, Song Rutang deliberately made an excuse, thinking that it would make Sun Shunzi think it was an extremely valuable thing and save him from talking nonsense.

But he didn't expect that these words really frightened Sun Shunzi. He covered the pepper like a rare treasure and guarded it to prevent it from leaving his sight.

Only then did Song Rutang realize that he had gone too far in scaring him. The child was sincere and couldn't stand being scared like this.

So he quickly changed his words and comforted Sun Shunzi and said:

"It's not that precious. You can buy it elsewhere for a little more money, so you don't have to keep a close eye on it. The most important thing right now is our recipe."

Sun Shunzi nodded reluctantly. Now his IQ was finally on the line. He immediately understood what Song Rutang meant, patted his chest and promised:
"Master, don't worry, I will keep our recipe secret and never let the third person know it!"

Song Rutang finally felt a little relieved now.

Seeing that Sun Shunzi was like this, he wasn't stupid at all. He was very smart. He was just a little ignorant of the ways of the world, but he still understood the principles.

So he nodded and said:

"Following your master, I will eat meat. If you betray me, there will be no place to catch the meat."

Sun Shunzi nodded hard.

Cut the peppers into small sections, put them into the pot and stir-fry them, and poured in the seasonings, leaving out the sesame seeds alone.

When the time was almost up, Song Rutang put the chili pepper in the pot.

After frying for a while, when the sesame seeds slowly turned yellow, Song Rutang turned off the heat, and then continued to stir-fry the chili peppers slowly with the residual heat from the bottom of the pot.

Sun Shunzi was choked with tears at the side, but he didn't dare to rub his eyes. He blinked and stared straight into the pot.

I'm afraid I might miss some details.

After the pot had cooled down, Song Rutang handed the pepper to Sun Shunzi and directed:
"Bring the stone mortar and grind it into powder so that we can use it later."

Hearing this, Sun Shunzi immediately got up and went to get the stone mortar.

Taking advantage of this moment of leisure, Song Rutang took the ingredients and started washing them in the water.

After Sun Shunzi had ground the flour, Song Rutang had almost prepared the ingredients and started making hot and sour noodles in front of Sun Shunzi.

At the same time, I didn’t forget to tell the east and the west:
"Look, this is the vermicelli I made earlier. Put it in water and soak it until soft."

Song Rutang didn't tell anyone how to make sweet potato noodles. After all, you have to keep a line in life. Even if you trust Sun Shunzi again, you still have to be on guard.

As expected, Sun Shunzi didn't ask any more questions. He focused on Song Rutang's method and duration of soaking the noodles. When Song Rutang felt that the noodles were almost soaked, he immediately came over, stared closely at the vermicelli, observed the softness of the vermicelli, and secretly remembered heart.

At this stall, Song Rutang also took out the existing ingredients and made the sauce, and began to direct Sun Shunzi to boil water and put the vermicelli in the pot.

When the vermicelli was almost cooked, Song Rutang took it out and poured it into bowls with sauce in it.

He also sprinkled some chopped green onion and peanuts to brighten it up, and pointed to Sun Shunzi and asked:
"Have you learned everything?"

Sun Shunzi recalled it and nodded:

"almost."

"Then give me a hand first, and when you are fully proficient, I will let you be the chef."

Song Rutang didn't dare to ask Sun Shunzi to start cooking directly, but asked him to start cooking in front of her. He thought that when the time was longer, he would ask Sun Shunzi to start cooking.

Throughout the morning, with Sun Shunzi's help, Song Rutang was indeed not so tired and still had time to go to the front and take a look.What she didn't expect was that the person she was allergic to yesterday came again.

This time he specifically warned Song Rutang and didn't ask her to put peanuts in, and sure enough, she was no longer allergic this time.

So everyone saw this and praised the man who was not afraid of death for eating hot and sour noodles again. This shows how delicious the hot and sour noodles are.

However, it invisibly attracted a wave of customer traffic to Song Rutang.

After working hard all day, Song Rutang stopped in the afternoon and made a bowl of hot and sour noodles for the old man.

The old gentleman was still calculating the accounts at the front. When he saw the hot and sour noodles coming, he took the bowl regardless and sat next to the account book to eat the noodles.

Song Rutang was also waiting aside, looking at today's accounts.

The old man took a few mouthfuls of the noodles and felt an unfamiliar smell rush to the top of his head, making his whole body feel warm.

After taking a few more bites with chopsticks, a smile appeared on the old man's face and he praised Song Rutang several times:

"It tastes better than it smells. I've never tasted such a rare thing in my life."

Song Rutang said very modestly:

"As long as you like it."

As a result, the old gentleman became even happier and took Song Rutang to give her some instructions.

For example, whose vegetables and meats are cheaper on the street, and which family always refuses to pay for meals...

The old gentleman talked for a long time before leaving work reluctantly.

Song Rutang asked Sun Ping and Sun Shunzi to take good care of the store, took out a copy of the keys and gave them to them, and carried the things back home.

I took a quick shower and was about to rest when I heard an announcement.

Said Zhuang Mang and a group of people came.

Song Rutang really wanted to ask Zhuang Mang and a group of people to come to Zhuangzi to help. When he heard that they were coming, he quickly got up, put on his clothes and went to the front.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the front, she saw a group of people from Zhuang Mang carrying large and small bags and pulling a cart waiting for her at the door.

Even the group of little children stood obediently beside Zhuang Mang at the door, holding on to Zhuang Mang's clothes and waiting for her to pass.

Song Rutang had some guesses in her mind.

Looking at it like this, I'm afraid her plan will fail.

Sure enough, as soon as he walked to the door, he heard Zhuang Mang say:
"Benefactor, we are back here to say goodbye to you."

Song Rutang nodded, dug into her pocket, found a few pieces of candy that Yang Songlan had given her before, and stretched out her hand to give them to the children.

The little kids saw Song Rutang spreading his hands and a few pieces of candy were lying in Song Rutang's hands, and they didn't dare to pick them up.

"Eat it." Song Rutang handed it forward again. After several children stretched out their hands to take the candy, she asked:
"Are you going back? This journey is not easy. Is there enough food for the little ones?"

"Enough, enough." Zhuang Mang nodded repeatedly, and while watching the children stuffing the candies into their mouths, he smiled and explained:

"I have been escaping here for a long time, but there is no shortage of water. Even though I am not familiar with the place, I am still a little homesick. After discussing it with my brothers, I am ready to move my things home.

Thank you for taking care of the little ones during that time. If you need our help in the future, just ask someone to send us a message, and we will definitely do it for you if we can! "

(End of this chapter)