There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

"It is."

Zhu Huafeng nodded, turned to look at Song Rutang, and asked:

"If I need a large amount of pepper during the Chinese New Year, how sure can I be, little lady?"

Song Rutang made the calculation in his mind.

There is still one month left to celebrate the New Year. If we start planting a new batch of peppers from now on, we will definitely not have enough time.

But fortunately, the peppers I cultivated before are still growing slowly, and maybe they will mature by the year.

But after all, he didn't speak too fully in front of Zhu Huafeng. After thinking about it for a while, he said:

"I have bred a batch of seedlings before, and I am [-]% sure that they will grow into fruit before the year. But even if they do, there will only be a dozen or so plants. If you want to grow a large number of peppers, I am afraid you will have to wait a while. "

Zhu Huafeng thought for a moment and nodded:

"Then we will breed a batch of them before the end of the year, wait for the news to slowly ferment, and then push out a new batch. Do you have Zhuangzi?"

"You don't have to worry about this. We have Zhuangzi and the labor force. What you should worry about is the Zhu family's affairs. If they come here again, no one will be able to plant this pepper."

Yang Mingli suddenly spoke out and criticized the Zhu family.

He naturally knew that the Zhu family was looking for trouble. He had watched everything about today's scene and knew that the Zhu family would definitely be looking for trouble later.

Yang Mingli didn't want to cause a lot of trouble. Since there were ready helpers here, he naturally gave it to Zhu Huafeng.

"This is natural, just leave it to us. I will come again before the end of the year."

Zhu Huafeng nodded.

He didn't find it too troublesome. Dealing with the Zhu family was already part of their plan. They agreed to the matter with the Yang family, so it was good to go along with the flow as a favor.

Turning to look at Song Rutang, he was about to ask her how she discovered the pepper seeds, but suddenly she smelled a strange fragrance.

He raised his head and looked outside, only to see that the Yang family outside had already turned on the lights and started dinner.

"What smells so good?"

Zhu Huafeng glanced outside, but the distance was too far, so he couldn't see clearly.

Yang Mingli laughed when he saw him like this:

"How about it? It smells good, right? This is a food that my niece personally thought up. Guess what it's made of? Chili pepper!"

Yang Mingli said with pride on his face, wishing he could grab Zhu Huafeng's hand and introduce him to him how powerful his niece was.

Song Rutang felt her face turn red inexplicably.

Zhu Huafeng has been very curious about this food since he took a whiff of the fragrance.

I was too embarrassed to speak directly, so I had to find a topic and ask:

"I wonder how you came up with this idea of ​​eating?"

Song Rutang thought for a while and knew that he couldn't be careless with people like Zhu Huafeng, and he couldn't fool him with the same recipe as before.

After all, I came from the capital, what rare things have I not seen?

After thinking for a while, I didn’t dare to think too much and found a reason to reply:
"I was originally thinking that one bite of pepper will make people feel spicy and hot. It is winter now. If this heat-generating thing can be made into an auxiliary ingredient, I can add some to supplement it when cooking. It must taste good.

It's just that I have little experience. I read many books to get some ideas from them. I tried to do it for a while and wasted a lot of pepper before I finally succeeded. "

Although Zhu Huafeng didn't know much about eating, he could tell immediately that there were many twists and turns involved, so he nodded and said:
"Can you give me a taste?"

"I'll ask someone to bring it over." Upon hearing that Zhu Huafeng was looking for someone to do something, Song Rutang stood up immediately, thinking of escaping from this place as soon as possible.

Otherwise, looking at Zhu Huafeng's face, she had no doubt that Zhu Huafeng would ask where he picked up the pepper seeds in the next second.

However, as soon as she stood up, she was stopped.

Zhu Hua closed his mouth faster than his eyes, and before he could see Song Rutang getting up clearly, he said:

"No need to go to such trouble, I'll give you a piece to take a look at the kitchen."

Song Rutang's palms became sweaty.

She had no idea that Zhu Huafeng would make such a request on such a serious occasion.

But after all, he didn't have any prohibited items, so Song Rutang still took Zhu Huafeng to the woodshed.

Here, the hot and sour noodles she had simmered earlier had already been poured out by the people below. Bowls of hot and sour noodles were delivered to the table one after another, leaving only a small portion of the hot and sour noodles in the pot still simmering.

Zhu Huafeng wanted to fish some out and take a bite, but was stopped by Yang Mingli:
"When we have dinner later, let's just eat together at the dining table. Why are you still eating leftovers at our house?"

Zhu Huafeng shook his head and said seriously with a look of death on his face:
"Today is the day of Mrs. Yang's funeral. You must be vegetarian in the evening, so I am happy to accompany you.

It's just that this thing is rare, and I have never smelled this kind of fragrance in the capital. Naturally, I have to try it and send it back to ask them to study it. "

Yang Mingli nodded perfunctorily.

He had long known that what Zhu Huafeng was thinking at this moment must be: I'll try something new now, but I won't be able to eat it later!
Song Rutang was stunned at first, and then realized that ancient filial piety requires that after the death of a relative, there are many taboos about eating, so be careful.

Fortunately, Mrs. Yang has few rules, and she likes to eat hot and sour noodles, so she specifically asked her to put more food in during the worship ceremony.

So the Yang family should eat and drink, and when they have delicious food, they don't forget to bring a portion to Mrs. Yang's table.

Such as tonight's hot and sour noodles.

Yang Mingli had long known the nature of his good friend, and he was very polite to everyone.

He stepped forward and said a few more polite words before allowing Zhu Huafeng to eat the hot and sour noodles with peace of mind.

The hot and sour noodles in the pot were still hot. Zhu Huafeng only tasted a mouthful and exclaimed:
"Is this made with sweet pepper? I've never tasted sweet peppers taste like this!"

"Let me just say that my niece is capable, right?"

Yang Mingli was very proud and pulled Song Rutang to praise her again.

Song Rutang also took this opportunity to promote his store:
"If you like it, you might as well wait until my restaurant opens in a few days and come back for a meal."

"Then I will stay here for a few more days."

Zhu Huafeng nodded, tasted a few more mouthfuls of hot and sour noodles, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief in an extremely polite manner, and put the bowl down:

"This food tastes good. There will definitely be many people buying it in the future. Taking this opportunity to promote the pepper, isn't it a win-win opportunity? Little girl, what do you think?"

"Of course I'm happy."

Song Rutang has had this idea for a long time.

Anyway, both of these things make her money, and she doesn't have to worry about publicity. Zhu Huafeng handles it single-handedly. What else does she have to worry about?
Just thinking like this, Song Rutang asked:
"If we sell peppers at a low price according to the agreed price, will the south come to cause trouble?"

Zhu Huafeng was quite confident about this matter:

"Of course I will, but as long as I change my name, they won't be able to say anything."