The county magistrate changed his career to selling private vegetables and sold them out

Chapter 35
Jiang Shan thought that the Seaside Food Festival was over like this, but Jiao's mother made a trick instead.

"I won so many tickets yesterday, I can't waste it. The son of Cao Zhi County has helped our family so much, so we can't let him down!"

"Just that...what kind of pot are we eating at home? Just make that! Five yuan a bowl, no bargaining!"

"There are so many ingredients at home, we can't eat them all, we can sell as much as we can, earn more money to buy pens, ink and paper for Saburo, and buy more cloth to make some winter clothes for Shan'er and the children! "

"Si Niang, please go to the next door to borrow a few big pots and a few catties of charcoal. Xiao Wen, you can add two pieces of wood to the wheelbarrow to make it safer!"

"Shan'er, what are you wandering around? Didn't you hear that mother told you to rest at home for a few days to take care of your baby? You, Sanlang, take two pieces of cake to the school, and take the rest with mother. Mother will be of great use!"

The whole family was surrounded by Jiao's mother.What's even weirder is that the backbone of Jiangshan didn't come in handy.

Who would dare not listen to the old lady at home?

Half an hour later, the food festival ushered in Jiang's private kitchen dishes that were different from the past.

There is no wide variety of dishes, no shocking performances, and no strange but popular advertisements, only two pots of soup.

Yes, it is two pots of soup.

The stall owner was an old lady.

There were a lot of onlookers, and those who knew would think that Jiang’s private kitchen encountered some sort of trouble yesterday, not to mention that the stall was smashed, and the owner’s family seemed to be stimulated, so today they can only cope with the competition in a hurry. Those who didn't know thought that Jiang's private kitchen was about to come up with a new trick, so they all stretched their necks and waited.

When Jiang's private kitchen stalls were set up, the seaside food festival was already overcrowded, and many people rushed over almost subconsciously after hearing the movement.

Mrs. Cao had already brought her son over, but she unexpectedly didn't see Jiang Shan and Jiao Sanlang.

Cao Qing had some intentions, and wanted to go forward to find out what happened, but was held back by his mother.

Mrs. Cao saw with her own eyes that Jiao's mother was in a state of despair yesterday, but she did not expect that in just one day, she changed drastically, becoming a woman with sharp edges and corners and full of fighting spirit.

The aroma of the hot pot soup is very strong, and it is different from the barbecue. The taste of the former is richer and the layering is more distinct.

There is a big signboard on the left side of Jiao's mother, which reads "Jiang's hot pot, five Wen a bowl".Behind him was a wheelbarrow, with all kinds of fresh ingredients neatly placed, such as sliced ​​mutton, lively seafood, and washed and picked fruits and vegetables.

The private kitchen turned into a hot pot, which is quite fresh, but I don't know how it tastes.

Jiao's mother first put a few slices of mutton and a handful of fresh green vegetables into the pot.She stirred the pot a few times with her chopsticks, then fished it out with a bamboo bowl, sprinkled some scallions and a small spoonful of sesame paste in it.

"This is mutton. It costs five cents a bowl. It's salty and delicious. Who wants to try it?"

Although there were many onlookers, no one dared to reach out.The mutton tastes so strong, can it be eaten?Do not believe.

"Auntie Jiao, can I have a taste?" Cao Qing broke away from Mrs. Cao's hand and asked politely.

Mother Jiao smiled slightly, bent down and asked, "Young Master Cao, are you allergic to mutton? Do you like sesame paste?"

Cao Qing shook his head and said: "Sesame, fragrant, it doesn't matter if you have eaten lamb or meat."

Jiao's mother handed him the bowl.

Cao Qing couldn't wait to pick up a piece of beef, dipped it in a little more sauce, and after eating it, his eyes lit up.

"Mother! Mother! It's delicious!" Cao Qing finished eating in two bites, and even licked off the remaining soup in the bowl.

What could be more convincing than his actions?
"Give me a bowl, I want more seafood!"

"Give me a bowl, I want something spicy!"

"Me too, I want more meat!"

"I want the soup with three delicacies!"

When Cao Qing came to his senses, there was already a long queue in the crowd, and he called out anxiously for his mother.

Just at this time, Cao Zhixian also came over surrounded by the crowd, and Li Minghe, the prince of Qingyang Marquis, stood beside him.

"Mr. Li, this is Jiang's mother... why don't you see Jiang?" Cao Zhixian asked Jiao's mother.

Jiao's mother stopped what she was doing, went forward to give a blessing, and said: "My son almost got pregnant yesterday, so I let her rest at home."

Caozhi County is also aware of the accident that happened yesterday, and he has ordered people to investigate.Fortunately, no one in this family was injured, otherwise that nobleman would really make him lose the black hat on his head.

"What's in the pot? Why are there so many people queuing up?" Li Minghe felt that the woman in front of him looked familiar the first time he saw Mother Jiao.

But at the moment of delicious food, he doesn't care much about it.

Jiao's mother blessed Fushen and smiled slightly, "This is a hot pot. The soup is carefully boiled with big bones. There are all kinds of seasonings in the pot. Just put what you want to eat in the pot and rinse it. The umami taste of the ingredients and the rich taste of the soup are convenient and fast.”

Li Minghe took two steps forward, pointed to the ingredients in the wheelbarrow and ordered a few, and said, "Give me a bowl too."

"Do you have any likes and taboos about eating?" Jiao's mother asked casually.

Unexpectedly, Li Minghe's face sank when he asked this question.He is the majestic Qingyang Hou Shizi, can he ask about his likes and taboos?
Just when she was about to get angry, she saw Mother Jiao curl her lips into a smile, and she turned her head and said something to the woman beside her.

Li Minghe felt even stronger in his heart. He seemed to have seen this woman somewhere.

"The soup in the hot pot is very delicious. Do you want red soup or white soup?"

"Red soup!"

After eating the food in the bowl, Li Minghe threw a silver lump, turned around and left.

Cao Zhixian also followed suit.

"My lord, there are Tongfuzhai's shortbread and decocted buns in front of you. They are delicious. I will accompany you to have a look?"

"Don't read it, I will go to the inn to see Mr. Fu, you can do it yourself!"

The magistrate of Cao County respectfully sent the Great God away, heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and happily ran to find his son.

Under the influence of Saburo Jiao's family, his son suddenly stopped stuttering. This is a great thing for his ancestors' good deeds, and he, the head of a county, has to express it anyway.

When Li Minghe saw Fu Zhike's head covered in blood, he was startled.

This pair of masters and servants are always inseparable. The master is a generous master, and the slave is also a clever slave. How many things have to happen for the master to punish the slave so severely.

Fu Zhi knelt on the ground with a pale face, his forehead was scratched, and blood flowed all over his face, but he didn't dare to wipe it.

"What's the matter?" Li Minghe pushed the door in and said to Fu Qiyuan who was standing in front of the window in a daze.

Fu Qiyuan turned his head slowly, met his friend's concerned eyes, smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Come here, take him down, and send him back to Shangjing after he recovers from his injuries."

"My lord! Don't want my lord, I know I was wrong, I beg my lord to spare me once, I will never dare again!"

"Pull it down!" Fu Qiyuan shouted sharply.

After knowing Fu Qiyuan for three years, it was the first time Li Minghe saw him get so angry.

(End of this chapter)