The cook is very busy

Chapter 14
"Uncle Jia, bring me two pancakes!"

"Hey, Liu Zi, you're here to scoop pancakes too!"

"No, just read this."

"Hey, dare to clean up, there are not many people today, Uncle Shouwang, give me three!"

The two men rushed over to buy pancakes, sweating profusely as they ran away, wiping away their sweat with their jackets on.

In recent days, many foreigners have come to the town. They helped the camel luggage with a lot of work, and missed the meal time.

Jia Shouwang wiped the pot clean with a rag, and was trying to pour water out of the earthen stove.

I looked up and saw these two, and hurriedly said, "Oh, I'm sorry you two, it's sold out today, and my old man is closing the stall."

When the two men heard this, they poked their heads to look, and they really had cleaned up everything, the chopping board was empty, and the trip was for nothing.

However, the two men were not upset. Old man Jia didn't sell many pancakes recently, and they would be gone after that point.

Today they saw old man Jia still busy in front of the stove, and thought he was baking pancakes, so they hurried over here.

Now that the stall was closed, they only asked Old Man Jia to remember to leave them a few more pancakes tomorrow, so they went to the stall opposite and ordered two bowls of cold noodle soup and white buns.

The stall owner beckoned the two to sit down, quickly brought up the steamed buns with noodles in soup, pulled off the rag on his shoulders to wipe off the overflowing noodle soup on the table, and chatted with the two men with a smile.

"Hey, let me tell you guys, what are you guys doing in front of old man Jia? What's so delicious about those dry pancakes? Why don't you just leave them here. I can still eat them after the cold soup is finished." Add two spoons for you."

A man took a bite of the pancake while drinking the noodle soup, smacked his lips and complained impatiently.

"Oh, don't talk about it anymore. It's so hot that I almost have a bird in my mouth. I just want to eat that pancake. I didn't eat it two days ago. The more you talk about it now, the more I want to eat it." It's over!" The man who eats hard work is like this, straight to the stomach, saying whatever comes to mind, and he is quite angry when he gets angry.

"Hey hey hey, that's enough, it's enough, look, you're so greedy, women who have children are not as greedy as you, so don't tell me, Uncle Shouwang, leave some for us tomorrow... the boss, Can I have a bowl of soup?"

The other man was probably thirsty, so he drank the noodle soup in one gulp, made some peace, and hurriedly asked the stall owner to scoop up the soup.

The stall owner smiled, turned around and changed his face, threw the rag on his shoulder, and muttered in a low voice, choking to death on pancakes!
After Jia Shouwang cleaned up the stall, he squatted aside and took out his cigarette stick, thinking about smoking a pipe.

He sucked on his cigarette holder and looked at the several stalls around him that were always soliciting business. He couldn't help being jealous, but when the time came to close the stalls, the girl let him go, so he couldn't do anything about it.

"Uncle Jia, the stall is closed again," the owner of the steamed stuffed bun stall at the side came over with a piece of red-hot firewood, and laughed with Jia Shouwang.

"Well, good," Jia Shouwang smiled and grabbed the cigarette stick and moved towards him, and lit the tobacco leaves with the red-hot firewood.

The steamed stuffed bun stall owner put the firewood under his feet and stomped on it. He leaned against Jia Shouwang and smiled obsequiously.

"Uncle Jia, after smoking this bag, you should go home and rest again. It's really comfortable. You don't have to sit by the stove like us, roasting until the skin turns black."

Jia Shouwang sucked on his cigarette holder, "Oh, you are still young, you have plenty of strength, so why are you tired? I still want to be like you."

If the daughter can let him buy from morning to night, he can make a lot of money!

The steamed stuffed bun stall owner rolled his eyes, "In this case, why don't you sell it for a while, Mr. Jia, I see that your business is doing well these days."

Jia Shouwang exhaled smoke, and smiled honestly, "Boy, it's not that the old man doesn't want to sell it, so it's nothing but stuff."

The bun stall owner smiled disapprovingly. "I don't know what it is. The stuffing is gone, so why don't you mix more?"

"You can't mix too much. If you mix too much, it will ... taste bad."

The steamed stuffed bun stall owner thought he could find out something, but after hearing something, he was a little disappointed, "Yo, you are so particular."

Jia Shouwang smiled embarrassingly, bit the cigarette holder and took a sip, he didn't know how to be particular about it, it wasn't just a girl who said that, someone just said so.

The steamed stuffed bun stall owner was still not discouraged, and smiled again, "Uncle Jia, it's your daughter who is here today, she looks so handsome."

After hearing this, Jia Shouwang smiled, "My girl is Jun, that's up to me."

The steamed stuffed bun stall owner smiled, but he couldn't say what he wanted to boast, so he asked, "Then, where did your daughter go, why didn't I see her?"

Jia Shouwang held the cigarette stick and pointed back, "It's still here, so it's not like her mother went to the grocery store to buy sauces."

"What sauce did you buy?"

The steamed stuffed bun stall owner blurted out his words with bright eyes, but then felt that his question was too abrupt, so he changed the topic.

"Well, Uncle Jia, I am familiar with the town. I know which one is cheap and which one has the best food. I can tell you about it, old man."

Jia Shouwang didn't care, so he was about to open his mouth when he heard Ziqing yelling from the front, "Father, it's getting late, hurry up and leave."

But Jia Shouwang was still thinking about asking for something cheap, so he responded casually and wanted to talk to the stall owner.

Ziqing couldn't help but sighed. Yesterday, the five-spice powder at home was gone, so she went to the town to buy it. The recipe of this five-spice powder is different in every family. Her parents can't buy it, and she can only rely on herself. nose and tongue.

However, the things were bought, and when I came back, I saw the sly-eyed bun stall owner playing tricks on her father, but her father didn't know it.

Ziqing simply walked over, urging Jia Shouwang to pack the things into the car, and pushed them away.

Mrs. Zhao was standing behind Ziqing with a basket in her hand, and she also couldn't see anything good on her face. She started talking about it after she left the town.

"Father, our daughter has told you many times, don't talk to those people, long time no get along, chatting with sticky people recently, those people have no peace of mind, we couldn't do business before, I haven't seen those people The one who came over to chat with you, now that we see that our pancakes are selling well, so I come over to have sex with you, you think they are free to talk to you, that is the recipe for your pancakes!"

Jia Shouwang pulled the cart and walked forward, pouted his old mouth and wanted to reply a few words, but if this was the case, then he would not be able to be quiet in the next half an hour.

Ziqing only helped push the cart aside, so that Jia Shouwang could pull it forward with less effort. She nodded silently. Since her mother had already said it, there was no need to speak up by herself.
In fact, there is nothing in the car, except for the pot and wooden basin and a bamboo basket. Recently, the oil cakes baked by her family are mixed at home, and the white flour is scooped enough. The oil tank is not used, so I brought A few pieces of fat lard skin, but a lot lighter.

However, Ziqing still wanted to scrape together some money to buy a donkey or a mule or something. Anyway, it was just walking the old couple on a hunchback, and he didn't need a big animal.

Especially when the wheels got stuck in the mud pit, Ziqing's idea became more and more popular.

(End of this chapter)