The blessing of the splendid farm family is married to the world

Chapter 1 Salted Eggs

"Your egg is sure to turn yellow?"

An Xu didn't know what happened. When his consciousness was clear, such a sentence came to his ears. He felt his arm was heavy. When he looked down, it turned out to be a very old-fashioned small bamboo basket, with a few brown and yellow bamboo baskets lying on the bottom. Eggs With Skin.

"Girl? Your pickled eggs are yellowish?" The woman was wearing a gray-blue gown, the trouser legs were still tied with cloth belts, and a pair of black cloth shoes were on her feet.

Looking at the person opposite from top to bottom, and up from his feet, An Xu met the woman's puzzled eyes.

"Can you still buy pickled eggs?" the woman asked again.

Her accent was very strange. An Xu was sure that he had never heard of it before, but he could understand it. Looking up and looking around, there were pedestrians passing by in twos and threes on the clean road.

The sound, color, wind, and even everyone's face are so clear, this is definitely not something I can dream of.

In just a split second, An Xu was sure that he seemed to have time-traveled.

"Forget it, forget it, two cents a piece, I want your pickled eggs." The woman said this, but she still didn't respond when she saw the little girl, "You can't afford to raise the price."

An Xu just needed a quiet environment to sort out the current situation, and immediately pushed the whole basket to the woman.

Satisfied, the woman bowed her head and counted, "I'll count the money for you, oh, girl, don't go, you haven't paid me yet."

He ran to catch up and put a string of copper plates into An Xu's hands, "Nine pickled eggs, eighteen coins, you count, there is not one penny missing."

"No less," An Xu looked down at the copper plate and nodded.

The woman said again: "I bought your pickled eggs because you said they were yolky and not salty. If there is a problem, I can't forgive you."

An Xu said directly: "If there is any quality problem, I will pay three for each." She has opened several restaurants, and there are seven or eight new products launched every day. The first thing to ensure is quality. These words are almost engraved on the In the bone.

The woman nodded in satisfaction, and finally turned and walked away with the basket in hand.

An Xu looked at the buildings on both sides of the street. As far as he could see, they were all one-story houses with brick and tile structures, which looked no different from the ancient buildings left over from the Ming and Qing Dynasties in history.

An old lady who sells needlework next to her has been staring at her for a while.The doubt on this face whether this person has been hit by something, whether it is a sick expression, is not something that a group performer can perform at all.

So, she doesn't seem to have timed, but really timed?
The last memory is that I just finished a pot of egg yolk shortbread and then went to the rest room on the second floor to take a nap. An Xu was very confident in his vigilance, not to mention moving her out of the lounge while she was asleep, even if someone pushed the door She can wake up.

There is a more reliable way to determine whether he is time-traveling or not. An Xu has learned how to hold a spoon from his grandfather since he was a child, and practiced knife skills at the age of six. There was a two-inch long slit accidentally cut on the little finger of his right hand at that time.

Because of the deep wound, grandpa bought her many scar-removing medicines, but none of them worked.

Raising her right hand, this hand was rougher than hers, with scratches on the back of the hand and palm, but there was nothing on the little finger except for some small scratches.

An Xu squatted down and put his hands on both sides of his cheeks, wanting to touch to see if his appearance had changed.

Really, she didn't want to time travel, not at all.

Seeing that her head was almost stuck in her arm, the sewing lady finally couldn't help it, and said, "Girl, you are not very old, don't take anything seriously, as long as you have years, there is nothing wrong with it." Everything will pass.”

　Watching the sky at night is a good time to write.

　　This time it is a food article, I hope you like it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)