Fields of Gold

At this time, there were only a few pieces of separately packaged halogen left in the grass basket, and she promised Sun Dynasty that she would leave him one of each, except for those, that is, only one earring, one pork arch and two fat bowels left.

“Okay! That's four cents!” Little grass wrapped all these halogens together with an oil sheet of paper, and little stones reached out and waited for the money.

Gold in charge. Four cents? He invited Yuan Daju to eat a four-wen meal. Is it cold to go out? It's disrespectful to Yuan Daju! Mr. Yuan is still waiting over there.

“Excuse me, do you want more of these halibut?” When Grass saw that he was paying in his pocket, it was like being stereotyped, and he was stuck. I was confused and asked softly.

Little Rock made a “I get it” look, sympathetically said: "Sister, did this fat uncle get his money stolen? I heard there's a pickpocket on this pier... Second Sister, he's pathetic, why don't we give him a free slice of halibut..."

Several pier workers around who were late to buy halibut didn't even rush: “Sir, would you like some more? Little Grass, if he doesn't want to, sell me a copy - give you the money. ”

The golden master bit his teeth and paused. “Who says I don't want it? Isn't there more in your basket? Wrap it all up! ”

"Don't bother," said Grass. "There are people booking these. I'm really sorry there are only four left. I come here every day to sell halibut. A penny of meat dishes is a sign of our family. If you like it, you are welcome to come back later. ”

Fearing that Mr. Yuan was in a hurry, he took a paper bag wrapped in halogen, threw a silver horn with about a fortune, turned around and left like a burning ass. Little grass was holding the silver horn and wondering if she could find enough money to sell today, and the glittering fat man left, and she screamed, “Hey, hey! I haven't found your money yet! ”

“No, the rest is yours!” This silver horn is a golden cabinet that rewards a servant at home, like a copper plate in the eyes of an ordinary man.

Yuan Sinian, with his little grandson, had already sat at the old Wangtou family's stall not far away, ordered two bowls of vegetarian noodles, and Baba stretched out the first-class gold cabinet to come back.

“What took you so long? It won't sell out, will it? Son of a bitch, I know Grandpa's a good mouth, I don't know if I can buy one for Grandpa to try, huh! If you can't eat that halibut today, you wait! ”

At this time in Yuan's year, there is still half the temperament of the Confucianism, to get rid of a strange old reckless boy. Yuan Yun Xiqiang withstood the urge to roll his white eyes and sighed in his heart... However, he seemed to have heard the voice of the halogen girl in the crowd just now...

“Coming! Coming!!” Yuan Xian was busy sitting tight and regained the unpredictable appearance of the moon. Yuan Yun's mouth smoked, unable to lower his head.

The golden master chef laughed like Melevard. He borrowed a bowl from the noodle stall and put the halibut in with enthusiasm. He asked: "Sir, do you have any sesame oil? A little sesame oil should taste better...”

Chasing him to find his money's weed and sniffing: “Nice, if you drink a little sesame oil and pat two more garlic, it would taste better! Mr. Lao, I'm looking for you in 96..."

Mr. Yuan glanced lightly at the copper plate in her hand. “He said not to look for it, so take it. Anyway, people's wealth is huge, and I don't see any more money in my eyes. ”

The sweat in the Golden Handler's chest! What's wrong with this old ancestor again? Is money too wrong? If Mr. Yuan is willing to let his son back into the academy, he would rather spend all his money and live a life of poverty...

“Uh... Mr. Yuan, he doesn't have any sesame oil here, I'll look elsewhere...” The golden master cabinet ran wild, found the only place to sell stir-fried vegetables, threw away another silver horn, and brought all the remaining half bottles of sesame oil.

Little grass saw the fat man in Chinese clothes, and Wen Wen's old man, all looking like they didn't have sun and spring water on their fingers, so he braved himself to photograph garlic and adjust the halogen well with the scent oil. “Enjoy! ”

“Mmm!" Yuan Xian struggled to withstand the agitation in his heart, slowly stretching out the chopsticks, clamping an ear filament and slowly placing it in the import.

Yuan Yunxi next to him withstood the urge to roll his eyes again. No one knows this grandfather better. If he wasn't an outsider, he would have swallowed a tiger long ago, considering his identity... However, this little girl looks a little familiar!

Yuan Yun's spitting trough in Xi's heart was not finished yet. He saw his uncaring grandfather. He had abandoned all his grip. His eyes were filled with tears and his mouth kept moving. The chopsticks in his hand were also like adding an electric motor. He quickly clamped halogen into his mouth, as if someone had robbed him.

“Grandpa, slow down! You have to chew the earrings carefully to taste them!” Kind and lovely little stone, seeing Yuan Daju's mouth filled with halogens, he kept clamping the dishes, infinite sympathy in his heart: How long has this grandfather not tasted the meat? Like this.

Little Rock kindly reminded Yuan Daju that there are others here! However, in his view, the heavens and earth are not as great as tasting the great food. However, he also knew that such a delicious taste would be too violent.

Gradually, he slowed down the speed of eating the dishes, each bite had to be chewed for a long time, while eating and filming the case praised: “Little girl, is this called 'red oil earrings’? Wonderful! The colour is bright red, the texture is crisp, salty and spicy, the flavor is intense and fragrant... What's this one called? ”

“This is called halogenated sausage!” The grass sounds crisp and loud.

Yuan Sinian sandwiched a fat bowel into his mouth and slowly tasted it. He couldn't help but say: “The taste is rich, the entrance is soft, fat and not tired, making people tired of eating... good, good! Halogenated sausage? Is it made out of animal intestines? ”

“Mr. Wise, it's made of pig's large intestine, halogenated with all kinds of spices. It has a nice, fat flavour and is a good drink. Halogenated fat bowels can be eaten in a cold mix, stir-fried, or stewed in soup. Each has its own unique flavour!” Grass saw that he didn't seem to have any exclusion, so he introduced it with enthusiasm.

Golden Master was supposed to shake his head with his taste, heard here, the movement was stiff, his chin almost fell to the ground. Pig's large intestine? He actually invited Yuan Daju to eat the pig's intestines. It's over, it's over! I'm sure his son won't make it back to the academy.

Why would my son have a father who dragged his legs off? The Golden Handler can't help but crash into a desk case!

“Yes! Yes!! The old man once heard the Emperor mention the dishes from his hometown, his favorite is' spicy fat intestine ’. Listen to the fragrance he describes, what is thick and soft, what is fragrant... you can hear my saliva - it's all so loud..."

“Cough!” Young Master Yuan Yun Xi, when he saw Grandpa talking about eating, ignored any image, coughed a few times as a reminder.

Yuan Sinian glared at her eyes and shouted dissatisfied: “What are you coughing about? People eat for heaven's sake. The Emperor said," People are iron rice and steel, and they don't eat hungry and panic. "Did he say it was embarrassing to eat? Is it disgraceful to love food? Get the fuck out of here and don't let me see you-- spoil it! ”

“Huh? You're not the one... who...” Yu Xiaoxue now sees the beauty of the young man in front of her, and immediately recognizes him, but she doesn't remember the name, "Wednesday's few friends, do you? Just got off the boat? ”

”Yuan Yunxi finally remembered where she had met the little girl.“ Miss Yu... "she smiled faintly.

“Good grandson, do you know this little girl? How come you've never heard of a friend who cooks so well?” Yuan Sinian glared at his grandson and turned to Yu Xiaograss, but he hung a gentle smile on his face: “Little girl, you are doing a good job with your fat sausage. Where are you from? It's not the Emperor's hometown, is it? Do you know how to make spray-scented pork? ”

Yuan Yunxi frowned sophisticated and was helpless.

Yu Xiaograss was amused by the old reckless grandfather, and the grandson like elementary school. When he was seeing it happily, he asked him this question. The smile stuck for a second and shook his head immediately:

“My ancestors lived in a small fishing village nearby, and they all lived off fishing. Our family lives in poverty, so we think about using what people don't eat as ingredients, and then we release this ear silk and fat bowel. One of our little characters, how can you have the honor to go to Tai Wang's hometown...”

She has determined that Her Majesty the Tai is as worn as she is in order to change history and establish the Ming Dynasty, which is completely different from her impression. Just kidding, she's ready to get bored and make a fortune, never make a headbird. She doesn't want anything to do with that famous crossing colleague.

The little rock next to her, but she was so proud of herself: "My second sister makes the best halibut, old man, you said pork head, we're sold out today. However, this arch is also nice, fat and not tired, full of flavor, I don't believe you to try it! ”

“Ha ha! All right, all right! Little guy, nice mouth. How old are you? Did you read?” When Yuan Xian saw the vegetarian noodles, he pulled the pork arch mouth into the noodle bowl and, with him, ate them in large bites.

Little Rock smiled: “I'm six years old, Second Sister said, when she makes money to cook halibut, send me to school in town. Our village is too small and too poor for a place to study. However, our neighbor, Little Brother Wen, went to school in the most famous college in town, and Hume would teach me to read with Little Brother Wu. I can already write my own name. I can read a hundred and fifty and sixty words! ”

“Oh? I know a lot of words. I can write my own name. Nice, nice! Can you write your name to my husband?” Yuan Daju seems very interested in this young child, who has also set up an enlightenment class at the academy for almost two years, specializing in smart children in the vicinity.