Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 167

Two quarters of an hour later, the father and daughter, who simply had breakfast, headed out of the city on the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

At this moment, the gate of the city was just opened, and countless merchant porters came in carrying goods, and five donkeys carrying round bags of grain at the gate of the city were being questioned by the gatekeepers.

The Wen family's father and daughter didn't bring anything, they only took two sets of firecrackers, and they set out on the road lightly.They traveled quickly, and within a quarter of an hour of leaving the city, they arrived at the teahouse.

Surprisingly, when they arrived, Mrs. Zhao was already waiting there, holding the sleeping dog egg in her arms.

Wen Shu hurried up to meet her, complaining a little: "Why did my sister-in-law come so early? Didn't it mean Chen Shi? Look, the dog is still awake."

Mrs. Zhao smiled indifferently: "Today the tea shed opens, and many things have to be prepared in advance. This kid, Goudan, has always been good at sleeping. No matter where he puts it, he won't wake up until he's full."

Father Wen said with a smile: "It's a blessing to be able to sleep, and you don't have to put it anywhere. There are wooden boards in the hut in the back room. Let the children sleep there. Put on a cotton coat, and you won't catch cold."

"Hey, thank you, Mrs. Zhao." Mrs. Zhao responded with a smile, and hurriedly carried the child back.

Wen Shu just wanted to pick up rice noodles, so she followed to open the door.

Two quarters of an hour later, with the sound of "cracking" firecrackers, the tea shed was opened, and red confetti flew to the official road, falling bright red all over the ground.

It was still early at this time, and there were few pedestrians passing by on the quiet official road. The grass curtains around the tea shed were rolled up, revealing the busy three people inside.

Wen Shu, wearing an apron, was kneading dough by the stove, while Mrs. Zhao was making Erchen soup and grandma tea with a small stove, while Father Wen took a rag and wiped it here and there.

The newly built tea room, and the newly built tables, chairs and counters, how dirty it can be, but Father Wen just can't stop, always feels that there is nothing to do, and he is in a hurry.

While cleaning the tables and chairs, he looked out frequently, with a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

Wen Shu looked amused, but in fact she was also looking forward to it in her heart. She had imagined the scene of customers filling the door and busy feet not touching the floor. She had imagined it many times in her mind. expect.

Half an hour later, the silent official road gradually had human voices.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a round-neck robe, was driving an ox cart, swaying over from the other side of the official road. Behind him sat an old woman in her sixties and a young woman. , and three children.

The whole family was laughing and discussing the grand event that they will see in Jinming Lake later, at this moment, a faint fragrance suddenly floated into the noses of several people.

The little dolls who hadn't eaten breakfast immediately shouted: "Father, mother, it smells so good!"

The man sniffed it, and it was the smell of steamed buns just out of the pan, and said: "It should be someone nearby cooking breakfast, bear with it, and I will go to the city in two miles, and I will buy meat pies for you when I go to the city."

"Oh, good, there are meatloaf to eat." The oldest boy cheered.

The youngest girl huddled in the woman's arms, rubbed her belly and said, "Father, hurry up, Bao'er is hungry."

"Okay, Dad will let our cattle speed up now." The man responded with a smile, and really waved his whip.

Hearing the noise, Old Man Wen hurriedly put down his rag and went out to greet him, heading towards the cattle driveway driving far away; "This brother took his family to Jinming Lake to watch the dragon boat race. He got up so early, he probably hasn't had breakfast yet." Let's eat, the store has steamed buns just out of the pan, and freshly brewed tea soup, a few of you come in and have a taste."

"Hey, the teahouse is open. I saw it when I passed by two days ago, but the door was still closed." The man stopped the car and looked inside curiously.

Old Man Wen smiled and said, "It just opened today, the guest officer will come in and have a taste."

Just as the man hesitated, the three-year-old girl yelled again, "Father, Bao'er is hungry, and Bao'er wants to eat steamed buns."

"You kid, you were arguing with your brothers about eating meatloaf, but now you turn around and change your mind."

"No, no, eat, eat."

Wen Shu heard the movement, glanced out, then picked up two steamed white rabbit-shaped steamed buns from a side cage, put them in a small blue dish, and took them out.

"Xiaowa is hungry, my sister has two bunny buns for you to eat."

Without real food in front of them, most people may be able to endure hunger, but facing a table full of vegetables, there are very few people who can resist hunger and not eat, let alone children who have no self-control.

Rabbit steamed buns come over one end, not to mention the girl named Bao'er who takes it as soon as she gets started, those two male dolls who haven't hummed all the time, at this moment, they are all hooked by the smell of the steamed buns, making them weak-willed and want to give up the meat cake.

The woman saw that the two sons had been staring at the plate, but there were no steamed buns in it, so she couldn't help but said to the man, "Father, why don't you go down and eat some padding, and when you go back to the city, you can bring a few yuan to the children." Meatloaf with it."

The half-white-haired old woman also followed suit: "Yes, Dalang, I don't know if I smell it or not. I can't stand the smell of food now, my old lady."

The family members said so, what else could the man say, he could only nod his head: "Sure, then you go down first, I will park the ox cart and tie the rope."

In this way, the first group of customers welcomed by the tea shed, the man and his family entered the tea shed to sit down and ordered ten white flour steamed buns, two bowls of grandma tea, and eight colorful animal steamed buns.

The steamed buns just out of the pan are soft and tender, and they are soft and glutinous after one bite. The man's family nodded after eating it.

The tea sheds on the edge of the official road in Yuandao don't taste good, and they can only earn some money from people who are in a hurry and can't stay in the city to buy. Unexpectedly, there are people with such crafts who are willing to sell food here.

A dozen steamed buns may sound like a lot, but when divided among a family, no one gets a few.In particular, the animal steamed buns were only half the size of ordinary steamed buns, so the man's family ate them all within two strokes.

The stomachs were seventy percent full, and the little dolls who weighed the meatloaf stopped making a sound, and the man got up to pay the bill when he saw this.Wen Shu accepted the money with a smile, but gave them two Zhuyu steamed buns for free.

After seeing off the man and his family, the tea shed became quiet again.

Fortunately, as the sun gets higher and higher, more and more people come and go on the official road. Many people who originally planned to go to the city to buy some pastries, after smelling the fragrance, changed their minds and came in to buy one or two wraps .

Sometimes four or five families come in at once, all of them bring their children with them, and the whole family of young and old travels together. The small tea room is full of people in an instant.

Mrs. Zhao served steamed buns and tea soup to the guests without touching the floor, Father Wen was responsible for collecting money and cleaning the table, and Wen Shu continued to work behind the stove, and if there was something missing, he would continue to make more.

This situation lasted until the end of the hour, and as the sun rose to the sky, the official road slowly quieted down again.

Wen Shu rubbed his sore hands, and stared at the piles of copper coins on the counter with a smile.After working hard all morning, they sold 230 steamed buns, 130 servings of grandma tea, and [-] servings of Erchen soup.

I got half a penny of silver, and after deducting the cost, I also made nearly a penny, which is really a good start.

Wen Shu was happy, and so were Father Wen and Mrs. Zhao.

Father Wen is happy because his family's business is booming, and Mrs. Zhao is happy because the business of the tea shed is good, so she will keep opening it, and if she keeps opening it, she will have a living.

(End of this chapter)