food color and fragrance

Chapter 48 The person who cannot escape
Double Ninth Festival, also known as Girl's Day, is a day when married daughters are brought home.

Climbing high to appreciate the scenery, planting dogwood, and tasting chrysanthemum wine are folk customs, so the streets and alleys of Qingcheng County are also particularly lively on this day.

It was the first time that Sanskrit was able to stroll down the street in a down-to-earth manner.

When she first came to Qingcheng County, every time she went out was to buy things, and then she followed Yang Zhiyuan's visits and walked on the street without looking around carefully. Today, when she had the opportunity to go out, she walked very slowly. It seems to want to see everything clearly.

Er Fatty was in a hurry, even his five-year-old boy's short legs were much faster than Sanskrit, how could he not be in a hurry?
Originally, Er Fatty should rest today, but for him, resting at home is better than being with Sanskrit, because this senior sister is not as rigid as other teachers. Not only is she not rigid, but she also cooks delicious food. There are all kinds of weird stories to tell...

So Erpang took Liu An to Yang's house early in the morning and urged Sanskrit to go out together.

But it has been an hour since I left the house, and I haven't reached the shop opened by Mrs. Zhao's son.

According to Liu An's walking speed, it was only a quarter of an hour's journey, but she was able to walk for an hour, at a speed slower than that of a snail.

Erpang scratched her head, but Sanskrit was not in a hurry, she saw everywhere she went, she finally had time to go out and stroll around Qingcheng, how could she not enjoy the fun of shopping?
"Sister Huailiu, if you don't go, the time will pass!"

Er Fatty thought of various reasons, "Mother Zhao asked us to rush you this morning, you are the most important person today!"

"Is it important or not? Yesterday, I told Mother Zhao that there is no need to wait for the grand opening, and I will not show up outside, just take a look at the noodle soup I made." Fanyin played with the small items sold on the roadside, she After being a little nun for so many years, besides the wooden fish scriptures, there are green and white vegetables around me. I finally have the opportunity to see these interesting objects. How can I not take a look?
"How much is this? Liu An pays for it!" Er Fatty saw the thing anxiously, and asked Liu An to pay for Fanyin.

Sanskrit put it down quickly, "I'm just looking at it, why buy it?"

"Sister Huai Liu bought it if she likes it, but today my father gave me some pocket money!" Er Fatty said, he couldn't help but feel a hollow sound in his stomach, "Sister, I'm hungry!"

Sanskrit frowned, she didn't want to take him with her yesterday, how could she take a man with her when she went shopping?Even if it is only five years old, it is the same.

There are quite a lot of snacks on the side of the road. Fanyin deliberately took him on the street to learn about the market of the local dishes. After all, Mrs. Zhao said that the shop she opened has her shares, and she should do it if she knows the market well.

Er Fatty resolutely quit!
Since he became addicted to Sanskrit music, he didn't even go home for three meals a day, so how could he eat roadside snacks?

After arguing with him for a while, Sanskrit was no match for his rascal after all, so he flicked his head and said, "I will never come out with you again!"

"Let's eat!" Er Fatty's thick skin had already been tempered to a certain level, and he didn't take Sanskrit's words to heart at all.

The three of them quickened their pace together and soon reached the main entrance of the shop.

Fanyin was stunned, because among the people who came here to eat noodles, there was a shadow that was very familiar, Fang Jingzhi!
How did he have hair again?
Sanskrit was about to hide, Er Fatty shook his arms and shouted, "Brother, why are you here?"

Fang Jingzhi and the man beside him turned their heads together, and the man next to him was Erpang's eldest brother, Zhang Wenqing, the eldest son of Zhang Xianwei.

"Huailiu?" Fang Jingzhi lowered her head, trying to find out if the face under the hat was Yang Huailiu, Sanskrit was very helpless, so she had to look up at him and saluted, "Mr. Fang."

Fang Jingzhi smiled happily, "Didn't you say you have something to do today? Just to come to this shop to eat noodles? Today I happened to hear Wen Qing mention that someone he knew opened a noodle shop, so I came here to ask for a bowl of noodles. , anyway, it’s also birthday noodles, have you eaten it? Sit down and eat it together?”

Zhang Wenqing nodded, "Miss Yang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

There is a black mole the size of a bean on both his chin and Er Fatty's chin, and there is nothing similar to his other facial features...

"Mr. Zhang Ann." The corner of Fanyin's mouth twitched, she never expected to see Fang Jingzhi after turning so many turns.

Hearing about eating noodles, Er Fatty opened his mouth and said, "No matter how delicious this noodles is, it's not as delicious as the ones made by sister Huai Liu. This shop..." He also wanted to say, and the Sanskrit voice covered his mouth, "Don't talk nonsense. , come to dismantle the stage on the opening day, do you know how to be polite?"

Er Fat squinted his eyes and whined, Liu An understood the meaning of Sanskrit better, and hurriedly stepped forward to explain: "Miss Yang, don't be angry, Second Young Master is also making a name for you!"

"Aren't you hungry?" Sanskrit looked at Mrs. Zhao in the distance, "Go and let Mother Zhao go up, we'll leave after eating."

Liu An immediately ran over, Sanskrit quietly let go of Er Pang, his non-stop muttering eyes signaled him not to talk nonsense, Er Pang smiled slyly, and after being let go, he just smiled and didn't speak.

When Mrs. Zhao heard that Sanskrit was coming, she hurried over to greet her, and when she saw her two young masters were there, she hurriedly greeted her with a smile, "I don't know if the young master is coming today, but I am surprised by the old slave, the shop is small, there is only one private room... ..."

"They're not outsiders, let's sit together!"

Before Mrs. Zhao finished speaking, Fang Jingzhi opened her mouth, then looked at Sanskrit and said, "Sister Huailiu, please."

Fanyin knew that he couldn't escape, so he stretched out his hand to lead Er Fatty forward, Fang Jingzhi and Zhang Wenqing followed...

After entering the small room, the noise outside subsided a little, and Sanskrit sat there waiting to finish eating before leaving. Fang Jingzhi seemed to have caught something novel, chasing Sanskrit non-stop, "...Sister Huailiu, come on!" What about borrowing a book for a read? Did Master Yang agree?"

"Isn't your hair bald?" Sanskrit did not answer directly.

Fang Jingzhi chuckled, "Fake, my father is not allowed to go out without such a fake braid."

"The matter of borrowing books is still what I said last time. You can read them, but you can't take them away."

After Sanskrit finished speaking, Fang Jingzhi immediately said: "Then I will go tomorrow!"

"Mr. Fang...you don't need to study with Mr. Qi Linghong anymore?" Fanyin was conflicted about this. Although she expected Fang Jingzhi to show up at her door, she was afraid that this incident would cause other troubles. trouble.

At least that old man Qi Linghong would have a great impact on his father if he refused to let him go and make trouble.

Fang Jingzhi waved his hand, "He is still recovering from his illness."

"Aren't you going to have a birthday party today?"

"I came out secretly to eat noodles."

Sanskrit was very speechless, while Zhang Wenqing and Er Fat Brother were muttering on the sidelines.

Er Fatty couldn't hold back, and still told Mrs. Zhao that the recipe for noodle soup was taught by Yang Huailiu.Zhang Wenqing was not surprised, as if he knew about it before, but he felt very strange to see his younger brother obediently obeying this little girl.

Even though he knew about his younger brother's progress before, seeing Yang Huailiu himself, he couldn't add her to the ranks of "strict teachers"...

It's no wonder Zhang Wenqing, because he hasn't studied seriously for a few days since he was a child, and the gentlemen he met were all rigid and mean old men. His master beat him directly with a stick and a whip...

Hearing Er Fatty talking about his leisurely life, Zhang Wenqing really wanted to beat him up, they are both brothers, how could there be such a big gap since they were born ten years earlier?
After a while, Mrs. Zhao brought the noodle soup herself. Although she didn't know who Fang Jingzhi was, the two young masters of her family were very respectful to him. The first bowl of noodles should be served first, and then Sanskrit was given to him.

The two brothers of the Zhang family are acquaintances, and it doesn't matter, they just put the noodles in front of their eyes and open their mouths to eat.

"Huh? It's delicious!"

As Fang Jingzhi ate, the smile on his face grew stronger, "No wonder you boasted so much, this noodle tastes really good, even the 'Wanyuelou' can't compare to it!"

"I... heard about it too." Zhang Wenqing looked at the Sanskrit sound thoughtfully, but saw that she was savoring it carefully, and Mrs. Zhao was also staring at her, as if waiting for her to express her opinion.

The taste is too strong, and the original taste of the dish is eliminated;
The pepper juice and star anise juice are hot, and the taste is a bit astringent;
After the noodles are out of the pot, it is not ice water, which is not strong enough;
The shredded bamboo shoots are too thick and the taste is not good;
While eating, Sanskrit commented secretly in her heart that she would find an excuse to sneak out to meet Mrs. Zhao's son later, and tell him all these shortcomings.

She was also thinking about how to solve all these problems, so as not to rely on temporary quick hands and slow hands to determine the taste of the dishes in the future.

This is not a family meal, but a takeaway, so it should not be as light as I thought.

Fang Jingzhi was not surprised that Sanskrit ate noodles so seriously, because he was also adhering to the rule of "don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep".

Er Fatty eats aggressively. He is the youngest but the fastest eater. A big bowl of noodles soon came into his stomach, but he didn't want to eat another bowl. Mouth, I feel that the taste is not as fragrant as the one made by the senior sister.

Fanyin put down his chopsticks only to see Erpang staring at him, "Are you full? Then come with me for a walk?"

"Brother, I'm going out with my senior sister first!" Er Fatty has a lot of eyes, he already knows that Fanyin doesn't want to say that she taught the noodle soup, so he sneaks out, maybe he can eat the one made by his senior sister himself.

Zhang Wenqing nodded, and Fang Jingzhi hadn't run out, so he only agreed, and Sanskrit left the room with Erpang.

Mrs. Zhao followed out enthusiastically, left the private room, and immediately said: "Miss Yang, you don't know, many people cheered for it as soon as it opened today. No more!"

Fanyin was also very happy, "Then let me talk about the shortcomings of the noodle soup."

"Okay, old slave, call my son here!" Mrs. Zhao walked in after speaking, Fanyin waited outside, only listening to the hustle and bustle of the shop and the shouts of guests chatting, there are too many people here to speak. Shouting is no longer audible.

Er Fatty waited anxiously. He knew that Sanskrit would not be making noodles with his own hands for the time being, so he asked Liu An to accompany him to the clean room.

Sanskrit was waiting there when he suddenly saw two people coming in at the door, huh?Isn't that Sun Yaocai, the son of Sun Dianshi?

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