food color and fragrance

Chapter 60 Waiting
After eating, Zhang Wenqing left the Yang family.

Sanskrit felt very strange that he came and went in a hurry.

Could it be that he came here for a meal?
Sanskrit tsk tut and went back to the house. It was a thrilling day, but now I think about it, but I feel terrified. Wu Lingya was kidnapped as soon as she left her house, and when the robbers came, if Mrs. Chen hadn't messed around here to mess things up, she would be here now Isn't it dangerous?

If he was in a dangerous situation, wouldn't his father face it calmly?What will happen then?
Sanskrit shook her head, she didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't want to infer that anything happened by chance.

The appearance and occurrence of everything is God's will, just like the swaggering villain, there will be a day when he will receive retribution, even if the retribution is not on himself, it will be on his family. Isn't Wu Xiancheng a good example?
However, Wu Lingya disappeared and was kidnapped, which still made Fanyin a little hard to accept.

Although that girl was a bit annoying and annoying, it was too much to suffer such retribution for her father.

But I don't know how she is now?
Fanyin has been waiting, waiting for Yang Zhiyuan's return.

After two days in a row, there was no news from Yang Zhiyuan, nor did Zhang Wenqing come here to send any news.

Even the flamboyant Mrs. Chen didn't come back after being taken home by Mr. Chen, and none of the Chen family's servants approached their own door.

Even though Sanskrit was as calm as water, he was no longer as calm as before. When he got up, he didn't want to stay in the house, so he moved a stool and sat in the yard.

Scattered and fluttering snowflakes fell melodiously, like small drops of water sprinkled from the sky, which immediately turned into water when they landed on the hands, and were touched by a breeze, and soon dried up and disappeared without a trace.

Sanskrit looked at the sycamore tree in the yard with only dry branches, and occasionally a few fallen leaves that still refused to fade were swaying in the wind.

The emerald green of the past is long gone, withered yellow and gray, and the bleakness of late autumn and early winter made Sanskrit's heart dull.

Someone knocked on the door, Cai Yunben was sweeping the floor in the house, when he heard the sound, he ran directly from the house to the door.

"Mother Zhao!"

Caiyun yelled out in surprise when he saw the person coming, and Sanskrit poked his head over, and also showed surprise when he saw Mother Zhao.

"Why are you here? Come in, it's a bit cold in the yard." Fanyin greeted her with a smile, but saw Zhao's mother instructing the porter behind to bring in a few baskets of objects, and then paid the porter's fee and sent them away Walk.

Mother Zhao didn't enter the house, she grabbed Fanyin's hand and looked it up and down carefully, "I miss you every day, you have lost weight these days."

Fanyin pursed her lips and smiled, how could she gain weight?

A few days ago, there were people coming and going every day, and she didn't feel emptiness or fear.

For the past two days, it was only her and Caiyun, and there were no birds flying into the courtyard. The feeling was indescribably uncomfortable.

"Are you from the shop, or from the Zhang family?" Sanskrit took Zhao's mother into the room and sat down, Zhao's mother smiled and said: "The old slave has obtained the order of the madam, let me visit the eldest lady, and stop by the shop. Let someone bring some vegetables and meat to eat."

Mother Zhao flipped through the bag in her waist and took out a small embroidered bag, "Miss, you don't know that although you haven't been to the shop these days, Yangzi also closes the shop every day at the same time as you ordered, and comes to eat noodles There is an endless stream of people, more and more!"

"No, I sold more than a dozen taels of silver at a net profit in a few days, and brought you ten taels, you can use it first!"

As Mother Zhao said, she stuffed it into Fanyin's hand. Fanyin was startled. It's only ten taels of silver in just a few days?

Looking at Mother Zhao's face, Sanskrit said, "I know you sympathize with me, but Mrs. Zhang gave it to me, right?"

"You are smart, but the net profit of the shop is indeed quite a lot. There are six taels of silver, and the remaining four taels are added by my wife." Mother Zhao was afraid that she would not accept it, so she comforted her: "Madam also said that the master will not return these days Home, she wants to ask something, but she can't find anyone, so don't worry, there will always be a way, and more money in hand will make things easier, so don't be too polite!"

"Don't worry, I won't refuse to accept it. Wouldn't you be a fool if you give money and push it away?" Fanyin smiled and collected the money. This is not a matter of money, but a friendship.

Caiyun was also very happy, and grabbed Zhao's mother and asked his wife if she had asked about her.

Mother Zhao told her a few words, but she didn't know what else to persuade her, so she talked to Fanyin about the future operation of the shop.

Because of his father, Fanyin almost forgot about the shop. Now that Zhao's mother asked about it, she couldn't help saying awkwardly: "I haven't figured it out yet."

"No hurry, I'll wait for you." Zhao's mother didn't care at all. The business of the shop is booming now, and she just mentioned this to distract Sanskrit...

Although Fanyin couldn't find a better way for the time being, she couldn't let Mother Zhao come here in vain. As the weather was getting colder, Fanyin taught me another hot gluten soup, but this gluten is a handicraft and needs to be practiced. .

Mother Zhao memorized it carefully, and the Sanskrit voice demonstrated in the kitchen:

"...the dough can only be stirred in one direction after adding water. It takes half a stick of incense to stand still like this for a stick of incense, and then you need to keep claws with both hands to knead the clear water into flour water until it Hug tightly into a ball, and it will be ready for use.”

"Prepare some shredded tofu, shredded vegetables, shredded pork, shredded green onion and ginger, and shredded vegetables, then fry the onion and ginger in oil, then fry the shredded pork, shredded tofu and other vegetables in the pan, and boil the prepared broth. Stir the gluten that has just been washed into the pot little by little, then add the potato starch juice to the stir-fried vegetables, and then season with salt, vinegar, and sesame oil. If you like a strong taste, then Drizzle with a spoonful of freshly fried red pepper oil and you're done!"

Sanskrit was speaking, and the fragrant spicy gluten soup came out of the pot.

Zhao's mother praised repeatedly while eating, "The steps one after another are cumbersome and delicious. The old slave has memorized it for a long time but still forgot. Later, I have to ask Yangzi to learn it in person. The old slave's memory is thorough. It's not enough!"

"It's okay, you can come anytime, but the noodle shop business is so hot now, I'm afraid he won't be able to spare time." Fanyin left a step for Mrs. Zhao, after all, the Yang family is now a family that has an accident, and no one wants to step into this place. Threshold.

That's all for the people outside, Mother Zhao knew about that.

"You are overthinking, let him come when the store closes at night!" Mother Zhao smiled and patted Fanyin's hand, Fanyin's smile became wider, and a sweetness surged in her heart.

She suddenly discovered that she didn't like being quiet anymore.

It's not like I used to like to sit alone on the futon and copy the scriptures quietly, and I don't like to read alone in the house alone.

A lively atmosphere can calm people's hearts. Is this also a way for her to seek relief?
Although Wu Xiancheng is really sick, he can't lie down now.

Because Wu Lingya disappeared and reported to the officer, there was no news for three days in a row, how could he lie still?
In the past, he pretended to be sick and didn't see anyone, but now he is really sick, but he has to go to see the magistrate Fang in a humble manner. This old face has long been lost!

Thinking of Mrs. Wu crying and complaining outside his room in the past two days, smashing the house to pieces, and sending people to inquire about Sun Dianshi's house. Living.

He already felt that County Magistrate Fang was waiting for him to take the initiative to submit to softness, and this softness could not be just a few words of forgiveness. He wanted to sell Sun Dianshi completely and draw a clear line with himself in order to comply with Fang County Magistrate's will.

There was no pressure on him to use Sun Dianshi as a shield. He had only promoted and trained Sun Dianshi in this way before, and he had already thought of a way to escape from it.

But now that the handle is in the hands of County Magistrate Fang, and his daughter's life is in the hands of others, Wu Xiancheng feels like a mouse being watched by a cat, and he just wants to save his life!
Is Magistrate Fang waiting for his resignation?
If he resigns from this official position, who will he find to fill it?Yang Zhiyuan?Wu Xiancheng couldn't help shaking his head when he thought of this. According to his understanding of the county magistrate, even if Yang Zhiyuan had joined his sect, he would definitely not be so reused in just a few months.

Who would it be?

While thinking about it, Wu Xiancheng was carried to the gate of Fang Mansion by his servants.

After handing over a post asking to see him, County Magistrate Fang quickly let him in.

Wu Xiancheng's heart sank even more, because seeing him coming, County Magistrate Fang didn't have any surprises, it seemed that even his servants had already received the order and passed it on directly.

My official hat is no longer in my hand...

Brought into the backyard, Wu Xiancheng supported his injured waist and walked towards the court. He heard the sound of talking and laughing there, and looked up, but saw Fang County Magistrate and Zhang Xianwei playing chess here.

"Are you here?" Fang Qingyuan looked at him with a smile, and Wu Xiancheng hurriedly said: "Master County Magistrate, I am here to beg you."

"Where did you talk about this?" Fang Qingyuan looked at him, "Since your injury has recovered, then come to help the county with the case. These days, one thing after another, the eyes of the busy county It took a while! Sigh, Wu Xiancheng is still a good helper of the county, you asked to rest, but it made the county flustered for a while, you should be punished!"

Wu Xiancheng was shocked!
good helper?He...he wants to let himself...

"It's a crime to be humble, and the magistrate is troubled!" Wu Xiancheng's polite greetings made Zhang Xianwei annoyed, "One sentence is enough to pull you down? Your daughter was kidnapped by the grandson, so you don't Go and kick the eggs of his son-in-law yourself, and still yell a fart here!"

Wu Xiancheng couldn't answer a word of the scolding, Fang Qingyuan looked at him, "This matter is left to you by the county, Master Yang's grievances, I need you to appease him!"

"Humble post! But Sun Dianshi..."

Wu Xiancheng couldn't turn his head for a while, even if Fang County Magistrate wanted him to kill Sun Dianshi himself, he must have an explanation, right?
"What is classic history but not classic history? Is there such a person in our county?" Fang Qingyuan looked at the chessboard and drove straight up, "General!"

"It's just a classic history. It's not even a formal entry. It's just a helper that the county magistrate is too busy to come here. If you say he is a classic history, he is a thief. Wake up with cold water!"

Zhang Xianwei's sneer made Wu Xiancheng dazed.

With this move, he is the checkmate!

(End of this chapter)