pastoral fragrance

Chapter 232
Everyone is familiar with Qingfeng Tower once, and now they are not as cautious as before when they go inside.Everyone also knows that the young owner of Qingfenglou is actually cold-faced and warm-hearted, and now the girls in the village are not afraid of him anymore, and they all come to Qingfenglou happily.

In the past, they also sold a lot of things to Qingfenglou, such as honey pickled fruit, chili flakes and so on, so they are naturally familiar with it this time.The waiter in the shop saw him and knew that these people were here to sell things, so he went and called the shopkeeper.The shopkeeper went to have a look, and the lotus root was washed white and tender, just like a baby's arm; the fish was kept in the water, and it was still alive.So I bought it at a reasonable price.

After the lotus root and fish were sold out, Qiulin had no intention of leaving, and politely asked the shopkeeper, "Uncle, may I ask if your young master is here?"

The shopkeeper, who is over forty years old, has already practiced a shrewd appearance when welcoming and sending off in Heqingfenglou.From time to time those eyes flashed a shrewd look. "Yes, I'll ask Xiaoer to take you upstairs." Unknowingly, a slight smile appeared on the shopkeeper's face.

He knew that this girl would go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, and every time she came to the Young Master's house, she would bring some popular food recipes and so on.Not to mention that these things are really easy to sell, because they are fresh. I have never eaten this way of eating, so I naturally want to try something new.As a result, after trying it out, I found it really delicious, and I recommended some friends to come over.Those who come to eat in the building are naturally not the kind who can't afford to pay, so just these few humble ingredients have made Qingfenglou a lot of money.

Seeing that the girl asked about the Young Master's house, the shopkeeper knew what Qiulin was going to do, and could help the building make money, could he push it out?
As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Murong Yunfan, who was wrapped in a blue long jacket, sitting in front of the desk. He was writing hard at the desk. There were thick stacks of books on the desk, and beside it was a With a big abacus.Murong Yunfan sometimes had to pull out his left hand to move the abacus while writing quickly.Qiu Lin realized that the end of the year was approaching, and they were probably very busy in the Qingfeng Tower.The booklets piled up like a hill in front of Murong Yunfan are the ledgers.

Hey, what a pity, there are so many ledgers, I don't know when and what month I will have to settle the accounts.At the same time, she mourned for herself again, the timing was really wrong, everyone was so busy, how could they have time to talk to her?
Just when Qiulin was looking depressed, the finger that was moving the abacus in front of the desk suddenly stopped. "Speak up if you have something to do." Murong Yunfan said lightly, and continued to move the abacus after speaking, the pen held in his right hand did not forget to be stained with ink and continued to write vigorously.

Uh, she didn't say a word, why did this person come?Qiu Lin walked into the room according to his words, with a sweet smile on his face, "Mr. Murong is here to settle accounts, so I'll come back tomorrow if I can, so I won't bother you right now." Very, I guess I don't have time to talk to her, I'm really depressed, why did the shopkeeper bring her here?
As soon as Qiu Lin finished speaking, Murong Yunfan, who was dialing the abacus and writing, suddenly raised his head.But seeing that Qiulin's small face was full of smiles, even though it was sweet and somewhat apologetic, Murong Yunfan felt happy for no reason, but his expression remained unchanged. "Since you're here, help me sharpen the ink."

ah!Qiulin was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

"What's the matter, why don't you come over?" Murong Yunfan raised his eyebrows, but his face was as calm as usual, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

Hearing this, Qiulin was stunned again, raised her head and held her chest up like chicken blood, "Uh, good!" It seems that it will be troublesome for her to get away today, so let's let the elder sisters go to the market for now I sold other egg dustpans and so on, so I don't have to waste time waiting for her here.Qiulin first went to the door and pulled a waiter to explain the matter clearly, and then asked the waiter to tell the chicken to stay.

After finishing speaking, he returned to the house, trotted to the desk, picked up the ink ingot and pointed it at the black ink in the inkstone, and began to grind it carefully.

Hey, it's true, she has never helped her second brother research ink, but this kid is overbearing, so he asked her to research ink without any reason, and Qiu Lin had to accept his fate.Who made her ask for something?
You have to be careful with this thing, if you slip your hand, the ink will spill out and splash on your clothes, making it difficult to wash off.So at this moment, Qiu Lin was concentrating on grinding the ink, a faint scent of ink permeated the tip of his nose, and the whole room was filled with the smell of books.After all the ink was rubbed away, he stopped.Seeing Murong Yunfan's account books piled up like a hill, Qiu Lin really wanted to help him.

It's a pity that I learned the language of the essential oil in my previous life, and I haven't dealt with this arithmetic for many years, so I don't have the energy to help.

He had no choice but to obediently stand aside, watching Murong Yunfan settle his score in boredom.

Murong Yunfan sneaked a glance at the girl next to him while he was busy settling accounts, the girl was bored watching, yawning one after another.Murong Yunfan turned his head sideways, just in time to see her yawning, her small face was full of laziness.I'm afraid that if this girl grinds ink for him again, she will be able to fall asleep standing up.

Murong Yunfan thought it was funny, but he didn't laugh out loud. He memorized the account in his heart, and then glanced at the numbers on the abacus.Said: "Girl, you came here today, but what recipe did you come up with?" Although he is very busy today, Qiulin has figured out something good to eat him, which can be regarded as comfort.

The end of the year is approaching, and the accounts accumulated by several restaurants are all here. He should not do the calculations by himself, so as not to be found out if someone makes false accounts.

After hearing this, Qiulin felt as if he had been slapped with chicken blood, and all the sleepy bugs retreated.She straightened her waist, and said cheerfully, "There are some good things, but they haven't been finished yet. Would you mind borrowing your kitchen for a while?" The guy sneaked in to ask about the recipe , it is conceivable that he did not want her to come here in vain.A look of gratitude appeared on Qiulin's face.

Murong Yunfan took a good look at the little expression on Qiulin's face, and said, "Then why are you dawdling here, go quickly?" If he didn't borrow his stove for the first time, can he say that he is used to it now and it is not surprising?
With the promise of the young master of Qingfenglou, Qiulin didn't delay any longer, and hurriedly followed Xiaoer to ask for the chicken left by the eldest sister and the others.The chicken was covered with sauce and seasoned at home, and the bulging stomach was filled with ingredients such as mushrooms and fungus, all of which were seasoned. It was also wrapped with cabbage at home and tied with straw. , and a layer of yellow mud like dough was applied on the outside.

At this moment, you just need to throw the processed things into the stove hole, and they can be served on the table when they are stuffy.

The little girl who came over with a ball of yellow mud surprised Qiulin, "Little girl, why is your chicken wrapped in yellow mud, so you won't be afraid of getting dirty? I was surprised when your sister picked me up at first." , thought it was wrong?" It's strange, where did someone wrap the chicken in the yellow mud?This is the first time he has seen it!
Qiulin took the ball of yellow mud from the puzzled little second-hand. The ball weighed about three or two catties.She smiled and said to the waiter in the store: "Brother, I will know what's going on in the future." The recipe has not been sold yet, so Qiulin naturally doesn't talk much.

After fetching the chicken from the shop waiter, Qiulin went to the kitchen with great interest.Now it was almost noon, and the cooking chefs in the kitchen were very busy. The small Qiu Lin slipped into the stove without attracting the attention of the cooking chefs.She picked up a big pot that was boiling soup, and stuffed the yellow mud directly into the burning stove hole.

"Little girl, what did you throw into the stove hole?" Seeing that Qiulin stuffed a piece of yellow mud into the stove hole, the cooking chef thought the girl was here to make trouble, so he hurried to find the tongs to remove the yellow mud come out.

Qiulin just threw it in, how can he take it out? "Uncle, I'm not here to make trouble. I'll let you use this stove, or I'll watch the fire for you, and you go do other things?" Fearing that the uncle would really have to pull out the yellow mud, Qiulin quickly stretched out his hand to block it. In front of the stove, eagerly pleading with that person, helping him watch the fire, this person will not say anything, right?
Seeing that the girl was eight or nine years old, the cooking chef had already reached a sensible age, so she shouldn't mess around.Seeing the girl's clear eyes, innocent and innocent, she softened her tone, "Okay, watch the fire carefully, there is a pile of firewood next to it, and add more to it when the fire is low." As soon as there were more people eating, these cooking chefs were naturally too busy to turn their heads.At this moment, someone was helping to watch the fire, so he didn't say anything more, and slipped away happily, and hurried to do other work.

Qiulin nodded quickly, then quickly found a small stool, sat on it and watched the fire seriously.Wait until the yellow mud wrapped around the roasted chicken is dried up by the fire, and the mud cracks open, then it should be done.

This Murong Yunfan was no softer than his grandma, so Qiulin hurriedly used tongs to take the yellow mud out of the stove hole. With a "boom" sound, the ball of yellow mud fell to the ground with some plant ash and sparks, Qiu Lin jumped away so as not to get on the sparks, otherwise the clothes would be burnt.

The movement of the yellow mud falling to the ground was a bit loud, which attracted those who were chopping and cooking vegetables to look sideways.The master who had just told Qiulin to make a good fire, saw the mess in front of the stove hole, and a trace of anger appeared on his face. "You girl, you can't even make a good fire. Forget it, you get out of the stove, I'll do it myself."

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