Food starts with Mapo Tofu
Chapter 700 A trivial matter
Chapter 700 A Trifle
At the end of the sale, there were only about three bowls of offal soup left.
"Let's drink the rest by ourselves, son, you didn't try my handicraft when you came."
Chen Nian said with a smile: "Father, diners are the most deceitful. If you spend money on food, they will come here often if they do a good job. What's more, you have been selling here for so many years."
"Hahaha." Song San felt that since having a son, he laughed more times than before.
"Now I finally know why I want to have a son or a daughter. It feels comfortable."
As he spoke, he tilted the pot over, scooped a spoonful on the surface, put it in a bowl and set it aside.
After that, I stirred the pot with a spoon, and then scooped up two more bowls like this.
He gave these two bowls to Xu Erni and Chen Nian, and went to drink the first bowl himself.
"Father, let me drink your bowl. This thing still has a bottom, and there are some miscellaneous things in it. Your bowl is pure soup."
After solving Fu Ting's side, there were still seventeen left. The housekeeper turned his head and looked at Chen Nian again: "Little brother, can you still write? Just follow the request yesterday, but the handwriting is different." Okay, you don’t need much, two or three are enough, I’ll think about the rest and see if I can ask others to help, but even if it doesn’t work, it’s okay, I’ll give you five cents later, you keep this secret Hold on to me."
But at this moment Song Laosan looked at him curiously again: "What are you doing here again? The offal soup is gone."
"Drink it." Xu Erni also said.
The housekeeper of the Xu residence nodded.
But just when Fu Ting was about to continue laughing, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "It is true that I personally sent them to their home to ask him to write, and finally gave the money. Don't talk nonsense about this, so as to avoid it later. Others say that our Xu family has no credibility."
Chen Nian knew that this was the time for him to win glory for his parents.
"At least ten, and you have to find others for the rest. Although I, Fu Ting, is down and out, I will not fool others. Ten is the most. If you can give me time to practice again, I can do it again." Two or three more."
So she held the bowl and said, "It's also three characters, twenty characters, and the housekeeper of Xu's house personally sent the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to our house for me to write."
"One day, but you have to provide the pen and ink."
The old couple aroused by these words couldn't help feeling a little emotional, and finally Song San laughed and cursed again: "You boy, what are you talking about? I'm not nice to my son, but I'm still nice to that poor scholar?"
Song San and the old couple didn't feel much about these things, but Fu Ting heard it differently: "Seventeen fonts? Can you write seventeen fonts?"
"Father and mother, you are so kind."
"Accept it, why not? Is there any reason why I don't want the money delivered to my door?" Fu Ting couldn't help laughing when he saw the butler softened.
"Okay, just one day, give me thirteen tomorrow, and I'll give you the money then!"
"A word is settled!"
"Exactly!"
Chen Nian smiled: "You can't use seventeen fonts, as long as the handwriting is different, isn't it? As long as the handwriting is different, it's so simple, let alone seventeen, if you want fifty, I can I can write it for you."
"Song Laosan, what are you talking about? Do you want me to be your son? I am a scholar! I wrote three words yesterday and earned [-] Wen. You can't earn that much by selling offal all morning, right? "
Chen Nian sighed, a little moved in his heart, although he had no worries about food and clothing when he was a child, and his father was a chef, so he could always cook something delicious.
"what's up?"
"How long do you practice?"
Chen Nian didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly, he only made [-] Wen yesterday, yet another business came to his door today.
"It is indeed earned, and writing is actually not difficult."
But now under such conditions, he obviously only recognized his son yesterday, but today he really treats himself as his own son. Even if Chen Nian had treated him with a hint of playfulness before, his eyes are a little moist now.
As a result, when the butler heard this, his face immediately turned serious: "Fu Shusheng, I can tell you, if you dare to tell others about today's matter, I will make you unable to stay in Yong'an County, do you believe it?"
"Then how many can you write?"
"I don't like this food, just drink some soup." Song San smiled and waved his hands.
Fu Ting immediately reacted when he heard this: "Okay, you actually want to fool your master and find someone who repeats it?"
The butler looked around and saw that there was no one there, so he leaned closer and whispered: "Didn't our master ask me to get a hundred-character map? Yesterday I searched all the people in Yong'an County, and only wrote seventy. I didn't dare to look for the rest of the masters in the county government. How could they write this thing for me? I also didn't ask about the Liu family and the Zhao family. Their family and our family's masters have always been Not quite, but the problem lies with the remaining thirty."
Song San sneered when he heard this: "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. I don't even want money from a son like you. Besides, what's so great about writing? My son can also write. Don't think that Xu Mansion was so stupid yesterday. The housekeeper came looking for you, and Chen Nian told him how much you earned yesterday?"
The housekeeper was very upset: "Just say whether you can accept it or not. For each additional letter, I will give you an extra five cents, 25 cents, but you must make sure that the handwriting is different!"
This can be regarded as a trivial matter for Chen Nian. Chen Nian did this kind of thing when he was still in primary school.
"It's just you? Can you write? Who are you? The Xu Mansion is a big family. It's not like a random cat or dog can pay for a few drawings. It's really bragging that you don't even make drafts."
The butler of the Xu Mansion smiled: "I'm not used to your offal soup. I really came here this time to find you."
"I can write! There are still seventeen left, right? I'll cover them all!"
"Did you really write it?"
Chen Nian couldn't help saying.
Fu Ting naturally didn't believe it when he heard this.
Fu Ting turned his head and saw that the butler of the Xu Mansion came here at some time.
As soon as these words came out, Fu Ting on the side was not happy again.
After hearing this, Fu Ting was not only not afraid but smiled: "What am I afraid of? At worst, I will pat my ass and take my wife and children away and go back to my hometown. On the contrary, it is you, who are quite old. If you offend Master Xu, I'm afraid Will your days be more difficult in the future?"
Received money from other students, and then helped to copy ancient poems.
In order not to be discovered by the teacher, Chen Nian deliberately imitated their handwriting to write, but in the end the teacher did not find out.
In the end, Chen Nian spent all the money outside to buy spicy noodles.
And the housekeeper was also surprised and happy. He was happy that Chen Nian actually wrapped up the remaining seventeen. What worried him was that he was afraid that Chen Nian could write so many kinds after he promised to write so many kinds, but he couldn't write them in the end, so he let him go. Pigeon, if this is the case, he will be passive.
(End of this chapter)
At the end of the sale, there were only about three bowls of offal soup left.
"Let's drink the rest by ourselves, son, you didn't try my handicraft when you came."
Chen Nian said with a smile: "Father, diners are the most deceitful. If you spend money on food, they will come here often if they do a good job. What's more, you have been selling here for so many years."
"Hahaha." Song San felt that since having a son, he laughed more times than before.
"Now I finally know why I want to have a son or a daughter. It feels comfortable."
As he spoke, he tilted the pot over, scooped a spoonful on the surface, put it in a bowl and set it aside.
After that, I stirred the pot with a spoon, and then scooped up two more bowls like this.
He gave these two bowls to Xu Erni and Chen Nian, and went to drink the first bowl himself.
"Father, let me drink your bowl. This thing still has a bottom, and there are some miscellaneous things in it. Your bowl is pure soup."
After solving Fu Ting's side, there were still seventeen left. The housekeeper turned his head and looked at Chen Nian again: "Little brother, can you still write? Just follow the request yesterday, but the handwriting is different." Okay, you don’t need much, two or three are enough, I’ll think about the rest and see if I can ask others to help, but even if it doesn’t work, it’s okay, I’ll give you five cents later, you keep this secret Hold on to me."
But at this moment Song Laosan looked at him curiously again: "What are you doing here again? The offal soup is gone."
"Drink it." Xu Erni also said.
The housekeeper of the Xu residence nodded.
But just when Fu Ting was about to continue laughing, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "It is true that I personally sent them to their home to ask him to write, and finally gave the money. Don't talk nonsense about this, so as to avoid it later. Others say that our Xu family has no credibility."
Chen Nian knew that this was the time for him to win glory for his parents.
"At least ten, and you have to find others for the rest. Although I, Fu Ting, is down and out, I will not fool others. Ten is the most. If you can give me time to practice again, I can do it again." Two or three more."
So she held the bowl and said, "It's also three characters, twenty characters, and the housekeeper of Xu's house personally sent the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to our house for me to write."
"One day, but you have to provide the pen and ink."
The old couple aroused by these words couldn't help feeling a little emotional, and finally Song San laughed and cursed again: "You boy, what are you talking about? I'm not nice to my son, but I'm still nice to that poor scholar?"
Song San and the old couple didn't feel much about these things, but Fu Ting heard it differently: "Seventeen fonts? Can you write seventeen fonts?"
"Father and mother, you are so kind."
"Accept it, why not? Is there any reason why I don't want the money delivered to my door?" Fu Ting couldn't help laughing when he saw the butler softened.
"Okay, just one day, give me thirteen tomorrow, and I'll give you the money then!"
"A word is settled!"
"Exactly!"
Chen Nian smiled: "You can't use seventeen fonts, as long as the handwriting is different, isn't it? As long as the handwriting is different, it's so simple, let alone seventeen, if you want fifty, I can I can write it for you."
"Song Laosan, what are you talking about? Do you want me to be your son? I am a scholar! I wrote three words yesterday and earned [-] Wen. You can't earn that much by selling offal all morning, right? "
Chen Nian sighed, a little moved in his heart, although he had no worries about food and clothing when he was a child, and his father was a chef, so he could always cook something delicious.
"what's up?"
"How long do you practice?"
Chen Nian didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly, he only made [-] Wen yesterday, yet another business came to his door today.
"It is indeed earned, and writing is actually not difficult."
But now under such conditions, he obviously only recognized his son yesterday, but today he really treats himself as his own son. Even if Chen Nian had treated him with a hint of playfulness before, his eyes are a little moist now.
As a result, when the butler heard this, his face immediately turned serious: "Fu Shusheng, I can tell you, if you dare to tell others about today's matter, I will make you unable to stay in Yong'an County, do you believe it?"
"Then how many can you write?"
"I don't like this food, just drink some soup." Song San smiled and waved his hands.
Fu Ting immediately reacted when he heard this: "Okay, you actually want to fool your master and find someone who repeats it?"
The butler looked around and saw that there was no one there, so he leaned closer and whispered: "Didn't our master ask me to get a hundred-character map? Yesterday I searched all the people in Yong'an County, and only wrote seventy. I didn't dare to look for the rest of the masters in the county government. How could they write this thing for me? I also didn't ask about the Liu family and the Zhao family. Their family and our family's masters have always been Not quite, but the problem lies with the remaining thirty."
Song San sneered when he heard this: "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. I don't even want money from a son like you. Besides, what's so great about writing? My son can also write. Don't think that Xu Mansion was so stupid yesterday. The housekeeper came looking for you, and Chen Nian told him how much you earned yesterday?"
The housekeeper was very upset: "Just say whether you can accept it or not. For each additional letter, I will give you an extra five cents, 25 cents, but you must make sure that the handwriting is different!"
This can be regarded as a trivial matter for Chen Nian. Chen Nian did this kind of thing when he was still in primary school.
"It's just you? Can you write? Who are you? The Xu Mansion is a big family. It's not like a random cat or dog can pay for a few drawings. It's really bragging that you don't even make drafts."
The butler of the Xu Mansion smiled: "I'm not used to your offal soup. I really came here this time to find you."
"I can write! There are still seventeen left, right? I'll cover them all!"
"Did you really write it?"
Chen Nian couldn't help saying.
Fu Ting naturally didn't believe it when he heard this.
Fu Ting turned his head and saw that the butler of the Xu Mansion came here at some time.
As soon as these words came out, Fu Ting on the side was not happy again.
After hearing this, Fu Ting was not only not afraid but smiled: "What am I afraid of? At worst, I will pat my ass and take my wife and children away and go back to my hometown. On the contrary, it is you, who are quite old. If you offend Master Xu, I'm afraid Will your days be more difficult in the future?"
Received money from other students, and then helped to copy ancient poems.
In order not to be discovered by the teacher, Chen Nian deliberately imitated their handwriting to write, but in the end the teacher did not find out.
In the end, Chen Nian spent all the money outside to buy spicy noodles.
And the housekeeper was also surprised and happy. He was happy that Chen Nian actually wrapped up the remaining seventeen. What worried him was that he was afraid that Chen Nian could write so many kinds after he promised to write so many kinds, but he couldn't write them in the end, so he let him go. Pigeon, if this is the case, he will be passive.
(End of this chapter)
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