Chapter 141 [Father and Son]

"Oh, thanks."

  Fang Chang reached out to take it, not afraid of the heat, so he held it with one hand.

  The dolls around are all carrying straw paper bags, and when the tofu is slightly cool, they can eat it directly with their hands, or fold two pieces of tree branches and sticks to use as chopsticks.

  After all, the cost of providing wooden sticks is too high, which is difficult for a small business like selling fried tofu, and the customers here prefer high quality and low price rather than more premium, even if they endure some inconvenience.

   Fang Chang did not accept what others did.

  There are chopsticks in the package behind his back, which were made of bamboo when he was staying on Xianqi Cliff, but he was too lazy to take them out, so he took out the small straight-backed jade knife from the sheath, and poked them one by one.

  Although this tofu stall can’t even be named, it tastes really good.

  The freshly made tofu slices are golden in color, steaming in the cold weather, and the appearance is very appetizing.

  It is marinated very tasty, delicious, although there are few layers, but the difference is very clear, the outer skin is elastic, the inner is soft, and it chews a little like meat, no wonder children like it.

   Didn’t eat a few pieces, and the customer with children next to him also took the fried tofu from the stall owner and distributed it to the two children next to him.

  The children laughed and ate happily, and the eyes of the middle-aged people next to them were full of love.

  The two children noticed the middle-aged man, they raised the tofu slices in their hands, and said in unison:

   "Daddy, you eat too."

   "Okay, okay." Seeing that the children were well-behaved, the middle-aged man smiled and bit two tofu corners before stroking their heads and turning his gaze to Fang Chang again.

  Fang Chang smiled and said: "The market is very lively, it seems that this year is a good year."

"Aren't you a native of the country? This year is really good, better than previous years," said the middle-aged man, full of longing for the future. If there is a bumper harvest every year, you can really live a good life for a few more years."

  After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fang Chang asked, "What else is more delicious in this market?"

The middle-aged man thought for a while, pointed in one direction and said: "There is a small shed at the east end, and there is a wooden pier and wooden hammer inside. Sugar, crushed peanuts and sesame seeds are smashed together in it. It is sweet and fragrant. When I was a child I like it very much.

   After eating the tofu, Fang Chang cleaned his hand and the jade knife with the descaling technique, and put the knife back into its sheath.

   Then he said goodbye to the middle-aged man, then turned around and re-entered the crowd like a fish swimming, without being seen.

   Just like these days, when you contact everyone, you are not sloppy.

  ...

  …

  When Fang Chang came to Huqiao Town, the willow tree had sprouted new buds, and the spring flowers were about to bloom.

  Ninghe Mansion is not as frozen as in the north. The water of Baigou River melted early, rushing towards the distance, most of which is the melted snow water in the mountains in the clouds.

  The field is green again, and the grass tips are like fluff, emerging from the revived land, with vitality, but if you look closely, it is too sparse and not in patches.

  The farmers are preparing the cattle, grooming them, feeding them and accumulating energy. The next step is spring plowing, which determines the harvest of the year and the livelihood of the whole family.

  The town is still the same as usual, but with the spring and the snow disappearing, the official road has become easier to walk again, so there are more horses and merchants passing through Huqiao Town.

  The increased number of people made the inns and restaurants in Huqiao Town prosperous again.

The town is filled with cries of all kinds of tiger pancakes. It is baked with white flour, heavy in oil and sugar, delicious and durable. It is the most famous specialty of Huqiao Town, and it is also a favorite of merchants from far and near. dry food.

   It's just that each family has different production techniques, so in the simple formula, there are various flavors, which are very different from each other.

  Fang Chang first went to the entrance of the town, found the tavern he used to go to, and refilled his wine gourd.

   Then he tied the gourd and walked slowly, preparing to find a familiar place for dinner.

   From a distance, you can smell the aroma of mutton noodles.

  The owner of the stall, Lao Xu, took his son and was busy with his hands and feet, serving every customer.

   "Have a bowl of mutton noodles!"

   "Alright~!"

Shouting loudly, the stall owner pulled the noodles quickly, boiled them in the pot, then took them out, put a few slices of juicy mutton, poured soup and sprinkled green onion, and brought it to Fang Chang: "Guest officer, For your noodles, please add ingredients according to your taste."

   "Thank you."

  Fang Chang took the thick porcelain bowl and smiled.

  Because he saw an acquaintance sitting there not far away. Most of the bowl in front of him had already been eaten, so Fang Chang picked up the bowl, took the initiative to move over, and said with a smile: "We meet again."

"Hey, Mr. Fang?" Seeing that it was Fang Chang, the other party quickly swallowed the noodles in his mouth. Fortunately, the noodles here are soft and tight, and won't choke anyone. "Long time no see, are you coming back from another place? It's all different."

  This is Xie Guang'an in Huaifeng Mansion. Fang Chang passed by Huaifeng Mansion and didn't see him. He didn't expect to meet him at the stall in Huqiao Town. In other words, it seemed that every time Fang Chang met Xie Guangan, it was at Lao Xu's mutton noodle stall.

  Very happy to meet acquaintances, Xie Guangan's eyes lingered on Fang Chang's body, and looked at the oil-paper umbrella handle, gourd and bamboo basket on the other's new back, so he became a little curious about his experience.

"I went to Yuzhou, and I just came back today." Fang Chang picked up the chopsticks, and lightly sprinkled some seasoning into the noodle bowl, "One time after another, the whole winter has passed... Brother Xie, how is the time? "

   "It's not bad. I've been a regular customer for many years. Although I won't make a lot of money, I'm more stable. As long as I can endure the ups and downs, it's not a problem to support my family, and I can often come to eat noodles."

   Xie Guang'an smiled slightly, he didn't rest for too many days during the Chinese New Year, but kept going back and forth between Huaifeng Mansion and Longxing Mansion to make a living.

  Although mutton is currently the cheapest in the world compared to pork, beef, and chicken, those who can eat a bowl of mutton noodles every other day are indeed considered to have a solid income and a wealthy family.

   "Mr. Fang is carrying a fish basket? Are there living things in it?"

"Yes, when I passed by Qingjiang, I saw that the tortoise seedlings inside were good, so I asked someone to catch some and prepared to take them back to raise." Fang Chang tasted the long-lost noodles, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his method seemed to have improved, and the taste was even better. Get ahead.

  It's not time for dinner, the stall owner and the boy have been busy for a while, and then they are free.

  Old Xu wiped his hands and drank a few sips of water, but instead of coming up to greet regular customers, he chatted with the boy.

  Although Fang Chang had good hearing, he didn't need it, because the conversation between Lao Xu and the boy was very loud, and the diners sitting around could hear it clearly.

   It was Lao Xu who spoke first, and he began to babble nonstop towards the boy.

   At this time, many diners discovered that the boy who had been silent at this small noodle stall turned out to be the son of Lao Xu.

  Similarly, everyone discovered for the first time that the mutton noodle stall owner, who had a sharp conversation, was so capable of nagging:

   "...Your idea is very good, but who will I hand over my noodle stall in the future?"

   "...No one sells noodles, so what about the family's livelihood?"

   "...Also, if you go that way, it looks good, but can you really make a living?"

   Mistake, did not publish after writing.

   Thank you Sky 9986 and Quiet Place 321 for your rewards.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)