The Red Mansions

Chapter 35 Untitled Chapter

Jia Mansion, Jiang Yunxuan.

Jia Baoyu took the food box from Xiren, and before opening it, he said excitedly, "It's delicious food!"

Lin Daiyu, who was arranging the scrolls, turned around when she heard the voice, and asked curiously, "Did you buy the buns?"

Xiren replied with a smile: "Miss Lin, Brother Yun doesn't sell steamed stuffed buns anymore. Now he has opened a stewed shop on West Street, which specializes in stewed stew. It just opened this morning!"

"I've eaten this stewed fire, and it tastes pretty good, so I brought two copies back. You guys should try it while it's hot."

Lin Daiyu saw Xiren's excited look, and said to herself: "Sister Xiren is the one who waits on Brother Bao personally. Why does Jia Yun get so excited when she mentions Jia Yun? This..."

However, she is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's business, so she stepped forward in silence, took a sip of the stew, and couldn't help being shocked.

The pork raised in the space, because it grew up eating vegetables and wheat bran in the space, not only does not have a fishy smell, but it has a faint fragrance.

Lin Daiyu actually didn't know that what she ate was pig offal at the moment, because it tasted delicious, she didn't ask much, but ate it with relish.

Seeing that Lin Daiyu was eating happily, Jia Baoyu, who was sitting opposite, smiled and said, "Brother Yun's cooking, as long as you take a bite, you will whet your appetite. Sister Lin, do you think it makes sense?"

"That's right. I haven't eaten the steamed stuffed buns sold by Brother Yun in the past few days. I can't remember the whole person. I think the food he cooks is really different." Lin Daiyu whispered after biting the pig's large intestine .

The stewed pork intestines are rich in flavor, fat and soft, which makes people want to eat more.

After taking a sip of the soup, the aroma lingered in her mouth, making Lin Daiyu indescribably happy, her little face flushed red from the heat.

At this time, she thought of asking Xiren, and picked up a piece of fatty intestine: "Sister Xiren, what is this? It's delicious!"

"Cough...Miss Lin, this is...pig large intestine..." Xiren replied hesitantly.

"Ah? Pig intestines?" Lin Daiyu was startled for a while, but suddenly her expression changed, her face turned pale with panic, she threw away the bowl and chopsticks, and ran to the door vomiting, nauseated.

"Sister Lin!" Jia Baoyu was shocked, and felt like vomiting, but he still cared about Lin Daiyu, so he hurried forward to ask, "Sister Lin, are you okay? Do you need to call the imperial physician?"

"It's okay..." Lin Daiyu retched for a while, got up and replied, although she didn't vomit anything, her face was extremely ugly.

Xiren on the side lowered his head and said apologetically, "Miss Lin, it's the servant's fault..."

"No, sister Xiren, you are right, I just feel uncomfortable when I first heard the pig's large intestine." Lin Daiyu returned to the table and sat down.

As she said that, she picked up a piece of pig intestine and took a closer look, then suddenly smiled: "Is this pig intestine? This is the first time I have seen it. Although I thought it was a bit disgusting, it tastes good."

She looked up at Xiren, and said with a smile: "Sister Xiren, I really like this braised stew, so I will trouble you to buy it for me in the future!"

"Thank goodness, as long as Miss Lin likes it, I don't have any other skills, so it's okay to run errands or something." Xiren said with a sigh of relief.

At the same time, she hid the cloves of garlic in her hand without any trace, thinking that Miss Lin would not eat such a strong smell.

Jia Baoyu next to him had a smile on his face, and said while eating the stewed stew: "To be honest, this stewed stew is much better than steamed stuffed buns, but it's not suitable for eating in the morning, and it's a bit greasy after all."

"You can eat less meat and more fried tofu and vegetables." Lin Daiyu answered.

……

In the braised shop.

At noon, the business picked up again, and more than a dozen tables were full.

There was not enough stewed soup on the way, so Jia Yun pretended to go home again, and pulled a few pots over with a small cart.

"We should be able to sell two hundred bowls today." Jia Yun thought to himself.

If his prediction is correct, then five or sixty taels of silver will be credited today.

He found that he had underestimated the spending power of the people in the capital. It is said that a bowl of stewed stew for a few hundred yuan is really not cheap, but many people still came to eat it.

At the same time, Jia Yun also noticed that among the customers at noon, nearly one-sixth of them were repeat customers, and they all ate stewed food in the store in the morning.

Jiaji and others were sweating profusely, but they were still full of energy and energy. The better the business, the more at ease they felt.

When he was free, Jia came to Jia Yun's side, wiped off his sweat, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yun, will the business continue to be so good in the future?"

Jia Yun smiled, shook her head and said, "I can't tell right now, but I'll probably know after a while."

Having said that, Jia Yun feels that the business in the future will not be worse than today.

Not to mention anything else, based on the traffic of Ning Rong Street, it should not be underestimated. As long as he does not risk his life and engage in shoddy activities, the business of his shop should be relatively stable.

"Brother Yun, that fortune teller seems to have attracted us a lot of customers." Jia looked outside the door and said with a pout.

Jia Yun chuckled and said, "I didn't expect fortune tellers to have such a role. Half of the guests this morning came in from him."

People in the country like to watch the excitement, and the Taoist fortune-teller's mouth is particularly sharp, and he can talk about the dead, which has attracted many people.

This is how business is done, the more lively it is, the more customers it can attract.

Jia Yun's business in the store today, many customers came in in a daze just to watch the excitement.

However, Jia Yun's stewed stew is also delicious, otherwise it would not be able to keep people.

Unlike in the morning, there are more guests drinking at noon.

The smell of wine was tangy, and the guests who drank were noisy, making the atmosphere in the store even more lively.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Suddenly, a guest on a table slapped the table vigorously.

Jia Yun looked around and saw a man in his 30s who was dressed as a scholar with an angry expression on his face. He slapped the table and said angrily:
"The world is in chaos! The world is in chaos!"

"Thinking that my Great Zhou has established a country for more than a hundred years, but there are already signs of subjugation!"

"Those masters of Qingtian only know how to do things up and down, and corruption is commonplace. Those honorable gentry only know how to enjoy themselves in comfort, annex land, and do nothing..."

"Natural disasters continue, hunger is everywhere, thieves are swarming, moths are greedy, enemies from outside invade, ghosts chanting in the green maple forest, bones are like a mountain, and surnames are forgotten. Isn't this a sign of the collapse of the country? What is it?"

Jia Yun groaned in her heart, just as she was about to step forward to stop her, the man stood up and walked out with a dead face.

"Hey..." Jia Yun was about to catch up and ask for food money, when she said to her companion at the table, "Little brother, remember it on my head."

Jia Yun silently nodded and stopped.

At this time someone said: "Old Huang, why don't you catch up?"

"Is it useful to catch up? You don't know Zijing's stubborn temper?"

"That's right, well, don't talk about political affairs, don't talk about political affairs..."

Jia glanced at Jia Yun, and asked softly, "Brother Yun, they are making such a fuss, are we okay?"

Jia Yun shook her head and said, "I don't know, this matter can be big or small..."

He has suffered an innocent disaster. If others implicate his shop with what happened just now, there is nothing he can do.

At this moment, Jia Yun fully realized the importance of identity in ancient times.

If he has a reputation for raising people, no, even if he is just a scholar, he is not afraid of being implicated by those people messing around just now, but now he is just a grassroots.

Caomin, Kusano Xiaomin, anyone with a little bit of status can handle him.

"Then... what should we do then?" Jia asked tremblingly.

Jia Yun shook her head and said, "Just wait and see what happens, what else can I do?"

(End of this chapter)