food color and fragrance

Chapter 50 Restless
The fact that the small shop closes at the hottest time really confuses many guests.

But Sanskrit was not able to go out to explain and appease, so it was left to Zhao Yang and her daughter-in-law, and even Liu An was outside to help.

Fanyin was sitting in the private room, Mrs. Zhao had already counted the money collected today.

After all, the noodle soup is cheap, and most of the customers who come to eat have a handful of coins, and the work of counting money is not easy.

Fanyin also reached out to help, and Er Fatty was not idle. Originally, he had a reputation of not being able to count money, but now he has a job of counting money. How could Fanyin let him escape?

A thousand coppers were worn into a sling, and the three of them started to work dully.

After two quarters of an hour, Zhao Yang and his daughter-in-law coaxed all the guests away, wiped the sweat from their brows, and entered the door, only to find that there were so many scattered coppers on the table that hadn't been put on properly, and in the box next to them Two hangs of silver have been placed!
"Oh my god, it's... unexpectedly sold so much!" Zhao Yang's daughter-in-law, Xianglan, covered her mouth in fright, but she couldn't hide her smile after all. You can earn more for a month!"

Zhao Yang smirked at the side, and dragged Xianglan forward to help. The husband and wife were dexterous, so Fanyin asked Er Fatty to rest for a while, and she herself was a little tired.

There were three hanging coins in total, and they were all spread out on the table. Zhao Yang was a little at a loss, rubbing his hands and swaying back and forth.

"Go to the back to settle the expenses of rice, noodles, seasonings, and the cost of renting the shop for the day." Fanyin mentioned this, and Xianglan ran back all of a sudden, Zhao Yang chuckled, " Coming from a poor background, I have never seen money, so it’s scary.”

"Who wouldn't be happy to see silver?" Sanskrit said on the lips, but she was also shocked in her heart.

It's just a bowl of noodle soup, she really didn't expect to sell it for so much money!
Fifteen coppers a bowl of noodle soup, three slings means three thousand coppers, so two hundred bowls were sold on the first day of opening today.

The cost estimate is only one tael of silver, so the surplus for this day is two taels of silver, which is more than Yang Zhiyuan's monthly salary!
This is a great deal!

Sanskrit is looking forward to this, and is ready to work hard to make this matter better...

Xianglan came back soon, took a pile of scattered bills, and put them on the table with a blushing face, "After a rough calculation, the cost is less than [-] copper coins. Miss Yang will take a look."

"Don't worry about it, I want you to be clear about the liquidation, so that if there are too many guests at a time, the rice grains prepared will not be enough. In the future, it will not only be [-] bowls, but you can sell more. It's just that there are not enough people. Can you find two more people to help?" Sanskrit asked the question, Zhao Yang nodded immediately:
"Miss Yang said that there are still mothers and big guys helping to make it today. If it's just us and my husband, it might be a mess! I didn't expect the sales to be so good on the first day. It's all Miss Yang's plan. Good job! As for finding someone, I’m afraid I’ll have to look slowly, and I won’t be able to find a suitable job all at once.”

Zhao Yang quickly took out a sling of money, "You take this money first, and you will have to provide more for the future!"

"It's so heavy, how can Miss Yang take it? Take the silver!" Mrs. Zhao scolded, and Zhao Yang hurriedly slapped himself on the face, "I'm not sensible, don't worry about it!"

Fanyin smiled lightly, although he knew in his heart that he shouldn't take this money at this time, but who can say "no" to money?She also needs to take the money back and talk to her father, but if he has any objections, she will use the money to stop his mouth.

So calming the impatience in his heart, Sanskrit took the money happily, "This is what happened, and I will be busy in the next few days. Mother Zhao doesn't have to go to my place in a hurry, and sent two If you get fat, come over and help them, I will go back in a few days to see if I can come up with a better seasoning method, and I will come back when I have news."

"Miss Yang is too much work, Miss Yang, go slowly!"

Zhao Yang and his wife nodded and bowed to see them off, and Fanyin brought Erpang and Liu An back.

Originally, the two of them should go home directly, but Er Fatty quit, "I'm not full!"

"Go back to your house to eat." Sanskrit was a little tired, but Er Fatty refused, "I don't have enough energy to write without eating."

"Scumbag!" Sanskrit knocked him on the head, and had no choice but to lead him back again, cooked a meal to satisfy Er Fatty, and then he followed Liu An back.

Fanyin originally planned to wait for Yang Zhiyuan to come back, and discuss with his father about buying shares in the store, but Yang Zhiyuan didn't come back all night...

The one tael of silver in his bosom did not show off, Fanyin was a little disappointed, and he didn't want to think about the concoction anymore, so he went to wash and rest, and opened his eyes at dawn on the second day.

Looking at the closed door of the hut, it was obvious that Yang Zhiyuan hadn't returned all night...

What is the county government busy with?

Fanyin didn't want to think too much, even if he wanted to know, he had to wait for Yang Zhiyuan to come back.

After washing up, he cleaned up the house again, lit the kitchen fire, prepared noodle soup and waited for Er Fatty to come.

Er Fatty hasn't arrived yet, but one person has arrived, Fang Jingzhi.

When Sanskrit opened the door and saw him, his mouth was wide open. Although he said yesterday that he would come today, it doesn't have to be so early, right?
And... now she is the only one in the family, which is really inappropriate.

"Mr. Fang is really diligent. It's so early. Father didn't come back last night. I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Sanskrit reminded secretly, but Fang Jingzhi didn't care at all, "It was also very boring to socialize yesterday. Master Yang’s travelogue, so I came early, it doesn’t matter if he’s not there, but the book is there?”

Sanskrit grinned, "The book is here, but there is no one at home right now, don't you think...ah?" She couldn't tell the twists and turns, but he should understand, right?
"It's okay, Wen Gu and his little bookboy haven't come yet?" Fang Jingzhi looked towards the street, feeling bored again, "I'll just wait here, and I'll come in when they arrive!"

Sanskrit was sweating, so what if he didn't do this?

But... What he said made Sanskrit feel concerned. He stood at the door and guarded the door. People from the Chen family should be able to see it, right?

The county magistrate's young master is guarding the door, how much face is his father!
Fanyin murmured to herself, but it would not be appropriate to close the door at this time. She opened the door, and Fang Jingzhi stood outside the threshold, "Huh? What's the smell, it seems to be mushy!"

"pot!"

Sanskrit hurriedly ran back, just as she was on fire, Fang Jingzhi came to the door, scaring her so much that she forgot about the fire!

After returning to the kitchen, it was a lot of tossing, but the noodle soup made in the morning was considered useless, so I had to pour it out and make a new one...

Fang Jingzhi looked at the door and laughed. He had only seen Fanyin's cute and calm appearance before, but it was the first time he saw her in a hurry, looking at Master Yang's house. Yard was also surprised.

And... why is it Huai Liu who cooks?Is there no servant to help?
Fang Jingzhi just thought of this question, Sanskrit has re-adjusted the soup, put the shredded tofu into the pot, and a strong aroma wafted out...

"It smells so good! It seems that sister Huailiu's craftsmanship is not as bad as the noodle shop yesterday!" Fang Jingzhi praised with a smile, Fanyin didn't have time to pay attention to him, and three bowls of noodles have been cooked in a while.

The small table in the yard was placed, and even though Fang Jingzhi wanted to help, she was afraid of the rules and could only stand at the door and watch the Sanskrit voice come and go.

"That... Mr. Fang, did you already eat when you went out in the morning?" Fanyin suddenly remembered that she had forgotten about Fang Jingzhi, but when the food was on the table, she had to ask.

Fang Jingzhi patted her stomach, "I've eaten."

Sanskrit smiled, and was about to take off the apron, when Fang Jingzhi said again: "But I'd rather try Sister Huailiu's handicraft!"

I have to make another bowl... Fanyin groaned for a long while.

There was a sound at the door, Fang Jingzhi turned around and saw that it was Erpang and Liu An.

"Brother Fang is coming too?" Er Fatty was very excited, and Fang Jingzhi laughed very hard seeing him for the first time, because he couldn't enter the yard if Er Fatty didn't come.

Liu An bowed his head and said hello, Caiyun hurried in to help, Zhao's mother said hello to Fanyin and went to the shop first, everyone sat down one by one, Fang Jingzhi saw the noodles on the table, rolled up his sleeves and said: " I'm welcome!"

After all, he picked up the chopsticks and ate it into his mouth...

"It's so fragrant!"

"It's even more delicious than the noodles I ate yesterday!"

Liu An's face was about to cry...

Because he has a share every morning, but now that his share has been robbed by Fang Jingzhi, is it possible that he is going hungry?
Er Fatty was eating his own, so he didn't have time to talk to Liu An, so Caiyun quietly pulled Liu An aside and gave him a bowl, but it was a pity that it was no longer made by Sanskrit, but Caiyun's handicraft.

It's not tasty enough, but it's better than starving.

Liu An ate with his head depressed, listening to Fang Jingzhi's continuous praise of the fragrance in his ears, there was an indescribable taste in his mouth.

But so what?Who made him a slave, and he was the son of the county magistrate?
After eating a bowl of noodles, Fang Jingzhi stared at Erpang, Erpang asked for a second bowl, although he wanted to eat again, but he really had breakfast in the morning and couldn't eat anymore.

Fanyin came out of the kitchen and ate slowly, she didn't care about Fang Jingzhi's staring, even if she wanted to eat, she wouldn't do it!
After eating, Er Fatty wiped his mouth and went into the room to write. He only wrote half a page when he went back last night. If he didn't slip away to write it quickly, Yang Huailiu's slap would not be light!
After Sanskrit finished eating, Caiyun put away all the bowls and chopsticks and washed them.

Fang Jingzhi held back for a while, and finally he was able to ask after seeing the Sanskrit meal, "Sister Huailiu's cooking skills are so good! You opened the noodle shop yesterday?"

"No, otherwise, how could my family be so poor!"

"Yeah, why? I've never seen such an official family... I don't mean anything else, I just said that Master Yang's house is different from other people's."

"It's not easy, because my father is an upright official."

After speaking, Fanyin got up and went to Yang Zhiyuan's room to take out the travel book. Fang Jingzhi read it excitedly, and didn't want to talk to Fanyin anymore.

Just at this time, the person who delivered the post came again outside the door, and it was still Wu Fu.

"...Our wife said that Miss Yang didn't have free time yesterday, so I don't know if it can be done today? Madam invites you to tea in the afternoon, and I hope Miss Yang will appreciate it!"

Sanskrit looked at the post, and saw the smirking face of the visitor.

What is Mrs. Wu going to do?Rejected once and still not forgiving?
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