Red apricots make spring

Chapter 78
The weather is hot in summer, and the clothes on her body are getting thinner and thinner. In the past few months, Wen Wen's body has grown a little, and the summer clothes can no longer cover her figure. I have no choice but to find some cloth to tie myself into a flat shape. But she complained endlessly in her heart. It was already very painful for her not to be able to wear suspender T-shirts and short skirts on such a hot day. Now she had to wrap herself in rice dumplings. It was like being tortured. The cloth wrapped around the chest was drenched with sweat, and I had to drink a large pot of water to replenish the lost water.

Just think of losing weight!Wenrou had no choice but to comfort herself like this, but after thinking about it, she felt a little depressed, which woman loses weight and wants to lose her breasts!Even if there is an allusion that the king of Chu has a thin waist, what he lost was his waist!But I have never heard of any dynasty with a flat chest.

Depressed and depressed, before I save enough money to open a store, I still have to go out at night. The only consolation is that although the summer in ancient times was hot, the greenery was much better than in modern times, and the surrounding cities are mostly deep mountains and dense forests. The temperature is still much lower than during the day. When the sun goes down and the cool breeze comes down, it can relieve some of the heat, and thanks to the duck blood vermicelli stall she sells, there is also a stall selling herbal tea ice and snow, which is gentle every night. She always had to spend a few pennies at the stall to buy some herbal tea to quench herself and Ye Yu's thirst, otherwise she would have suffered from heat stroke long ago.

"It can't go on like this." Ye Yu, who was guarding the soup pot, suddenly said these words when the business was bleak that night.

"Huh?" Ruan was so fainted by the heat from the stove, all she could think about was heat, heat, and didn't pay attention to other things at all.

"Have you noticed that the business has gradually deteriorated in the past two days? The daily profit is half less than usual, but you can sell hundreds of cold rice dumplings overnight." Ye Yu said lightly: "This duck blood vermicelli soup is really not suitable. Let’s sell it in summer.”

Being reminded by him, Rou Rou also nodded and said: "Yes, I have been making less lo mei these two days, for fear that it will not be sold, and it will go bad overnight." In ancient times, there was no refrigerator, and I was so depressed. Fortunately, The man Wang Shun is already very proficient at making zongzi. With the help of Xiaohuan and others, he can wrap more than 200 zongzi in one day, half of which are sold at night stalls, and half are sold in restaurants. The income can make up for the dismal management of duck blood vermicelli soup.

"Or, let's do something else first."

While the two were talking, a diner was sitting quietly in front of the stall. Ye Yu glanced up, and went to get a bottle of wine without asking any questions, and cut some char siu pork and dregs. The chicken feet were placed in front of him, and then he was handed the hot clean wine glass and bamboo chopsticks.

It turned out that this man, about 24 or [-] years old, wearing a simple and elegant sky blue long-sleeve gown, had long been a frequent visitor to the night stall. After eating and drinking slowly for an hour, and finally drinking a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, I paid the bill and got up to leave.So there's no need to ask, Ye Yu knows what he wants to eat today just by looking at which stewed vegetables he looks at.

But the man is familiar, but this man has his face as if it has been frozen for thousands of years, and there is no sign of loosening and melting in such a summer night, and he ignores the gaze of others. It has written the words "Don't get close to strangers", and talks even less than Ye Yu, so although he comes here often, he is not like other guests, and occasionally chats with gentle Ye Yu, always A person sat silently in a corner and poured himself a drink. If it weren't for his outstanding appearance and temperament, people would almost not be able to feel his existence.

Wenrou also raised her head and glanced at the man in the green shirt, thinking that there are so many strange people in this world, this guy keeps his face sullen all day long, and he is not afraid that his facial muscles will become paralyzed if he does not move frequently, but he has a good demeanor. She knew how much money she had at home, and she was used to being pampered, but she acted as a living sign for her stall for free, attracting many passers-by, especially those unmarried girls who were accompanied, so she also promised him to come here often In order to take care of his own business, he asked Ye Yu to cut more of the stewed vegetables he wanted every time, treating it as a discount for regular customers.

After a glance, Wen Rou didn't care, and thought about those snacks suitable for summer, but most of what she could think of were some sweet soups, which might not make people full, and besides, they were sold in the night stall business Alcohol is also a big profit, but I have never seen anyone who likes to drink while drinking sweet soup. She couldn't help but hesitated, and said in a low voice: "I can make some grass jelly and cold shrimp to sell, but these things sell The price is not high, and I am afraid that the profit will be limited.”

"As long as you don't drink a bowl of hot soup that makes you sweat all over." Ye Yu discussed with her in a low voice.

Hearing the word hot soup, for some reason, Wen Rou thought of the joy of eating Sichuan hot pot with the air conditioner turned on in the hot summer. Unfortunately, there is no chili and no air conditioner here. This kind of dietary bliss can no longer be enjoyed, so I can't help but sigh He said in a tone: "I can still make some cold noodles for sale, and steam some crystal shrimp dumplings and steamed dumplings. As for the stewed vegetables..." She looked up at the regular customer who was eating and drinking by himself, and she planned to To do something, there are still quite a few diners who come out to enjoy the cool and drink, and this sum of money has to be earned.

"Sell so much, are you busy?"

"Well, we won't sell the grass jelly, let's sell cold shrimp, it's easy to make, cold noodles are also very simple, and sell a small steamed soup dumpling." Wen Rou counted, calculating in her heart what is needed to make these things Ingredients and time, I didn't even notice a few idlers wandering over the street.

Those group of idlers walked in a swaying manner, their hands still restless, they grabbed a crispy pear from one stall, picked up a few candied fruit from another stall, and stopped from time to time to yell at the stall owner. , and pushed and shoved people to plot, and after blackmailing money, he swearing all the way to the gentle stall.

By the time Ruan Rou and Ye Yu realized something was wrong and wanted to close it, it was already too late.One of the idlers shouted at them, "Give me a bowl of iced plum soup!"

Wen Rou stood in the shadow under the lantern, frowning and thinking about how to respond, another idler slapped the table vigorously and said, "Hey! What about you! Blind or deaf?"

These few people were obviously here to find trouble and extort money. They watched duck soup rolling in the cauldron, but they wanted dark plum soup!Ye Yu held back his breath and said, "We don't sell ebony soup here."
"Is there any iced white fungus soup?" The idle man who patted the table picked his ears with his tail finger, and said in a ruffian manner, "Give me a bowl for each of you."

"We don't sell iced white fungus soup either!" Ye Yu's tone was filled with uncontrollable anger.

"Hey! How dare you set up a stall when you have nothing!" The idle man slapped the table again, causing the cups and saucers on the table to dance wildly, and shocked the two diners away.
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(End of this chapter)