Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 297 Unique Baijia Rice
By the time the sun rises into the sky and moves from the verdant branches to the roof of the tea shop, all the rice has been steamed.

Wen Shu and Mrs. Zhao left only one table in the tea shop, and all the others were carried to the door and lined up in a row.There are six tables, two with ordinary rice, three with rice made of water and fruit, and the remaining one with a pile of washed lotus leaves.

These lotus leaves were picked by Wen Shu on the way in the morning. Considering that some passers-by might not have brought anything with them, the lotus leaves are light and can be packed.

It has been washed with clean water just now, and now it only needs to be spread out and let it dry for a while.

"Why are these two drawers so fragrant?" Mrs. Zhao looked at the last table while laying out lotus leaves.

There were only two layers of steamers on the table, and an indescribable aroma was exuding at this time, neither rice nor grass.

"The taste of fruit." Wen Shu smiled, stepped forward to uncover the lid, looked at the rice steamed with the fruit of fennel inside, and fanned the heat, "This rice is good for the children, so my sister-in-law quickly brought a bowl and put it in it." Give the dog a bowl to eat."

"Really!" Upon hearing these words, Mrs. Zhao raised her feet and turned her head back. That was so straightforward, she didn't mean to ask for details at all.

What else to ask, the little boss said so, he must not be wrong.

When she went behind to get the bowl, passers-by on the official road were also attracted by the fragrance, and they all stopped and asked curiously.

"Little lady, is this rice really free for you?" A scribe asked dressed up.

"Of course." Wen Shu stood in front of the table wearing a peach blossom hat, and said with a smile: "But each person can only make one." Thinking of the efficacy of the meal, she added a question temporarily, "Is this meal right? Children are good, if there are children in the family, try to give them food."

"There is another theory." The man came over curiously, looked at the rice in the steamer, frowned and said, "Is it true? What is added here, why are the colors different?"

Wen Shu paused for a moment, then thought about it: "Do you want some medicinal materials that nourish your body and Qi?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "I'm going to the city to buy something, and it's not convenient to take it by taxi now, so I'd better come back when I'm on my way back."

In fact, what I thought in my heart was that I don’t know if there will be any problems with this weird meal, so let’s take a look first. If there are many people coming back to fight later, it’s not too late.

Wen Shu didn't force it either, she just wanted to make a good relationship by giving out Baijia rice, and she never persuaded others to fight.

After hearing what the man said, many passers-by also nodded, and most of them decided to wait and talk about it on the return journey.There is only one old man who wants to call now because he is afraid that he will lose his dinner when he comes back.

He just looked around, rubbed his hands together in embarrassment and said, "Young lady is kind, but the old man wants to get a copy, but he didn't bring any clothes when he went out."

"It's okay, I have this." Wen Shu took the lotus leaf beside her and shook it.

The old man nodded again and again, "Yes, yes."

"I don't know which one does Weng want?" Wen Shu asked, pointing to a row of steamers in front of him.

The old man looked at it for a moment and said, "Is there any difference?"

"Does the Weng family have any children?"

"Yes, there is a little grandson."

"how old are you?"

"Three years old."

"Then let's eat this." Wen Shu walked over to the rice steamed with fennel fruit, and scooped up a spoonful of rice neatly.

She thought that the weak "sick" chicken would be fine after eating this meal, and it would improve a lot, so it should be more harmless to the children, and the effect would be better.

"Weng Weng take it well." She wrapped the lotus leaf and handed it to the old man.

"Thank you, little lady." The old man thanked repeatedly after receiving it.

At this time, Mrs. Zhao also came out with a bowl. Wen Shu made her a bowl of rice steamed with fruit. Mrs. Zhao thanked her and began to feed the dog eggs beside her.

The rice was still a little hot, Madam Zhao was afraid of scalding the dog's egg, so she carefully blew it away, but the dog's egg was seduced by the smell, and kept shouting: "Mother, it smells so good, it smells so good, I want to eat, I want to eat. "

The passers-by all cast curious eyes upon hearing this, some with children, the children were already fussy, "Father, I want to eat too."

The man with the child carried a lot of things on his shoulders and hands, and was hurrying on his way. He heard the sound and scolded: "Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, wait until the things are sold, do you have anything to eat?" "

The boy was so scolded that he didn't dare to speak out, and he followed the man with a basket in his hand.

At this time, a man turned from the east side of the official road, dressed very ordinary, and he didn't look around like other people, came over and said: "Little lady, give me a share."

Wen Shu looked at the bowl he stretched out, and was a little surprised, why did he seem to be prepared?

"What kind does the officer want?"

"Ah." The man looked distressed at the fan who was slipping in front of him, touched his head and looked back.

Wen Shu followed his line of sight, only to see a big tree, and behind the tree, a piece of clothes seemed to flash by.

She squinted her eyes, and said calmly: "Does the official family have children?"

"Yes, yes." The man did not hesitate this time.

"how old are you?"

"Five years old, ah no, six years old, why is the little lady asking this?"

"Children of different ages correspond to different kinds of rice. The officials should think about it clearly."

The man got into trouble again. Is this six or five years old?He looked back habitually, and after a while he said firmly: "There are five and six-year-olds. Why don't you give me two copies, little lady."

Wen Shu shook his head, "I can only make one serving, so how about it, I'll decorate it for you as well." As he said, he scooped up half a spoonful of fruit rice and straw rice.

"Okay, okay." The man rubbed his hands a little awkwardly.

After he left, Wen Shu asked Mrs. Zhao that she had seen this person before, and Mrs. Zhao replied that she had, and said that this person had been coming frequently recently, and would come to buy one every day before Zhizhi thirsty water was sold out.

Of course, the quantity of Wisdom Thirst Water is limited, and it was sold out a few days ago, and this man only bought four bottles in total.

Yeah?As far as his behavior just now is not like someone who drank four thirsty water of wisdom.And the corner of the clothes behind the tree.
Thinking of this, Wen Shu handed the spoon to Mrs. Zhao, saying that she was a little tired and wanted to go to the back to rest, but Mrs. Zhao agreed without thinking too much.

Wen Shu turned around and went to the back, but didn't really go back to the back room to rest. Instead, under the shade of the trees, he walked to the forest that he saw just now.

"Why does this rice have two colors?" A rough voice came from ten feet away, as if I had heard it somewhere.

Wen Shu hurriedly stopped, hid behind a bush, and secretly looked at it.

"The little lady asked me how old my child was. I wasn't sure if it was five or six, so she said I had both, and she gave me two different meals."

"Trash, we are from the same village, and you don't even know how old my Yuan Bao is."

How old your Yuanbao is is none of my business, I'm not your father.

The person being scolded was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to say much on his face, so he could only laugh along with him: "There is only one year difference between five and six years old, so it shouldn't matter."

"You know what a fart!" Duan Er was furious.

If it doesn't matter, the little lady will ask her age, and even order two kinds of rice specially!
What does this mean? It means that there is a difference.

Just as he was about to scold that person again, he suddenly heard a female voice jokingly say: "Who am I supposed to be? So it's Er Ye Duan."

Looking at the figure walking out of the forest, Duan Er's body froze, and then a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.

"Little lady." He called out embarrassingly.

(End of this chapter)