The cook is very busy

Chapter 11
Mrs. Zhang took Ziqing back to the market, but instead of going to Jia Shouwang's place, she took her to a tailor shop.

Ziqing originally thought that Mrs. Zhang was going to buy clothes for her, so she followed her around, but after walking through three or four houses, Mrs. Zhang couldn't match her. "Second cousin, do you want to buy it for yourself, or for my brother?"

"Hey, what should I buy him?" Mrs. Zhang took a look at a peach-colored dress, and beckoned Ziqing to come over and let her have a look, "How about girl, do you like this one?"

Ziqing shook her head, maybe she was too old to look at the delicate clothes, but Zhang asked her, could it be that she was choosing clothes for her today?

Mrs. Zhang turned to look at the floral cloth on the wooden cabinet, without turning her head, said, "It's not that bad, I want to wear it, but who will see it after I wear it out... Hey, boy, take that piece of orchid flower Bring it here and let me have a look."

"Hey, no need, no need..."

Ziqing hurriedly waved his hand and said to the clerk, good guy, she just gave up about twenty copper coins and half a tael of silver, if she doesn't cover her money bag tightly now, the remaining dozens of copper coins will also be hung up.

She called Mrs. Zhang outside, "Second Cousin, it's not the New Year's Day, what clothes do you choose for me!"

Mrs. Zhang smiled, "What's the matter? You are not young anymore. You are no longer a girl with two pigtails. Why are you dressed more plainly than me? Look at the second daughter of the old Sun's family who is only fifteen. Every day is not just a fancy dress."

"Besides, I said the same thing to my second aunt yesterday. She and my second uncle both nodded, and asked me to help you out, and asked me to choose clothes that look good for you."

Zhang babbled on and on, and even said something mysteriously at the end. "Tomorrow, you will go to the riverside to wash your clothes in your smart clothes, and you will sit there so pretty. I'm sure the boys in our village will see it and rush to your house to propose marriage."

That's why her father and mother agreed to take her to the town, and they just wanted to marry her as soon as possible!

Mrs. Zhang covered her mouth and smiled secretly, and when she turned her head and saw Ziqing leaving by herself, she hurriedly ran after her, ouch, she was ashamed of Sister Qing, why is this woman so thin-skinned!
When Ziqing returned to the village, she didn't buy any clothes, but Mrs. Zhang bought two. She was so angry that she scolded the shopkeeper of the tailor shop.Said he was babbling, so he got her in, and tried his best to prevaricate her, saying that she was young and didn't look like she had a baby.

Jia Erkui felt sorry for Qian, and said angrily, "Of course you don't look like you have children, you already have two children!"

For this reason, Mrs. Zhang gave him good looks all the way, and never said a word to him.

Ziqing spent more than 30 Wen to buy two catties of fat meat, and the remaining forty or so copper coins Mr. Zhao did not take back, and kept it for Ziqing as pocket money.That's good too, Ziqing won't have to make excuses for the twenty or so copper coins he gave away.

And she didn't say anything about the one tael of silver, because she was afraid that her parents would be worried, country people are timid, so if they get a piece of silver for nothing, can they not be sincere and fearful?Secondly, she also wanted to save it for a rainy day.

In the evening, Ziqing picked out the lean meat and fried it, and used the fat to make oil, but Mrs. Zhao still didn't let her work any more, and kicked her out after frying a dish.

After eating, the tableware was packed, and the family of three nestled in the yard to enjoy the cool air. Jia Shouwang was still sitting on the threshold, holding a large iron pot with one hand, and scraping the ashes from the bottom of the pot with a bamboo slice in the other, chanting of.

"Oh, so much ashes for burning firewood... It takes a lot of effort... Hey, it won't work if you don't scrape it. It's not enough to burn so much firewood..."

Mrs. Zhao sat on a small stool and embroidered by the side of the big moon. Maybe Jia Shouwang was annoyed, so he said in a bad mood. "Father, if you want to do it, don't say it. If you want to say it, don't do it. No one tells you to scratch the ashes. You can't stop talking about it. Why are you more flirtatious than an old woman!"

"Mom, eat an apricot."

Ziqing came over with a dustpan, grabbed a bright yellow apricot and handed it to Mrs. Zhao. It was sent by Jia Erkui yesterday, and she washed all the leftovers.

"Hey, good girl, you can eat too," the girl interrupted, and Mrs. Zhao lost her temper, took the apricots and ate them with water.

Jia Shouwang looked sourly and groaned, Ziqing smiled, sat next to Jia Shouwang, broke open an apricot and handed it over, "Father, you can try it too."

"Ouch, good, good," Jia Shouwang ate the half-pulled apricots given by his daughter, and immediately changed his smiling face, "Oh, so sweet."

Mrs. Zhao spat out the core, and glared at her man, she couldn't see him like this, her old face turned faster than pancakes.

Ziqing looked at the old parents and smiled contentedly, then picked up an apricot and took a bite.

The night wind blowing by the river made this scorching night a little bit cooler. After enjoying the coolness for a while, Ziqing was about to talk about business.

"Father, isn't the business going bad again today?"

Jia Shouwang and Zhao Shi were taken aback for a moment, they looked at each other, and wanted to be vague, but Ziqing didn't give them a chance to speak.

"Father, mother, don't lie to me. I'm not a kid, so I can't tell anything. Let's talk about it. If the family has a deal, we can find a way."

Jia Shouwang paused for a moment, then turned his head and turned the big iron pot upside down, scraping the bamboo blades.It's just that it's been hot recently, and the coolies in the town don't have much appetite, so naturally there are fewer people eating.

Then why are there so many people in other people's stalls?
Ziqing didn't say that, but said, "Father, you've been baking pancakes there for many years. It's just a scallion pancake. Haven't you thought of changing it?"

"No, who doesn't have the old taste, who always changes back and forth, who remembers your craftsmanship."

Jia Shouwang looked at the apricots in Ziqing's hand, Ziqing broke half of it and gave it to him, he ate it and said without hesitation. "Besides, what new tricks should we change? Don't we still have to say that our old Jia pancakes are really authentic? If you want daddy to say it, let him go. It will be fine after the heat is over. Listen to daddy. wrong!"

Her father had already said that, so she had no choice but to let Ziqing go on for now.But her father's unchanging temperament can't be changed, and it's up to her to bring forth the new.

Among the food stalls in the town, it can be said that her father has been doing it for the longest time, and the smoky traces by the stove are the best explanation.But from the beginning to the end of the year, it is the scallion oil mouth, no matter how delicious the pancake is, it will be boring.

The stalls of other people's houses are different. Although they have everything to buy, there are at least four or five kinds of food. Even if you buy steamed buns, there are sweet and salty ones.

Besides, the pancakes baked by her father can only be regarded as filling, the amount is enough, but the entrance is not so real-real-real.

Seeing Ziqing yawn, Mrs. Zhao yelled for her to go back to her room and sleep, this girl has been shopping all day, but she is tired.

Ziqing felt tired, and answered her mother's call, went to the stove to wash and wash before returning to the house.

"Snapped……"

The money bag in her arms fell to the ground, Ziqing put the coat she had taken off aside, picked it up and sat on the edge of the bed, weighed the money bag, and listened thoughtfully to the sound inside.

After a while, Ziqing took out the tael of silver in the money bag, put the bag aside, and sighed, no matter the past life or the present life, he has been working hard for this thing.

She searched around, finally stuffed the two taels of silver into her pillow, clapped her bare hands, and thought of the beggar father and son again, I don't know what happened to these two men...

(End of this chapter)