The poor man grows watermelon

[Chive cakes are made and sold now]

The lunch at noon was delivered to the courtyard. There were meat and vegetables. The taste was not really good, but it was full.

Su Ye was stunned as he watched Jia and Bian grab the meat and vegetables in the stone pot with their hands.

Only then did he realize that there are no chopsticks in this era—if you drink soup, you use a wooden spoon, and the so-called "chopsticks" are used to share meals.

Similar details of life are very vague in the original body's memory, and if you don't think about it on purpose, you can't remember it.

Su Ye suddenly remembered that the villagers seemed to use their hands when they ate the pork skin and yuba that day. At that time, he was so busy that he didn't take it to heart.

At this moment, he realized that the chopsticks at home were all temporarily cut out of bamboo by Yu Feng, no wonder they were so new.

He obviously didn't say anything, but Yu Feng noticed and prepared silently.

Su Ye's heart involuntarily set off waves.

This mood reached its peak the moment he walked out of the yamen and saw the tall figure of the man.

At this time, the man was turning sideways, talking to a noodle vendor, his expression was not as gentle as when facing him.

Su Ye's eyes fell on the cold side face, and somehow felt that this man was quite handsome.

Yu Feng seemed to have sensed something, turned his head, saw Xiao Shuang'er on the steps, and immediately showed a handsome smile.

"Xiao Yezi, are you out?"

Su Ye forgot to answer and just looked at him silently.

Yu Feng didn't mind at all, walked up to him in two or three steps, and took out a small bag folded with linen from his arms, "Are you hungry? I brought leek pancakes, and I kept them covered in my clothes, and they were still warm."

Su Ye was silent for a moment, and for some reason, unexpectedly said, "The clothes are all dirty."

Yu Feng tugged at the front of his front, and smiled.

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On the way back, the two of them chatted as if they were walking.

Yu Feng said enthusiastically: "The work in the field can be done tomorrow. I was thinking of setting up a food stall outside the county government office and selling the leek pancakes you taught me. I just asked the brother who sells noodle soup. Saying it won't get in the way, Xiao Yezi, what do you think?"

Not only did Su Ye have no objection, but he felt admiration for it—kindness, hard work, courage, and action, all these beautiful qualities are present in this man.

Combined with the situation this morning, he made some suggestions, "You can reconcile the noodles at home, bring charcoal fire and stove to the past, and sell them now."

Leek pancakes need to be baked with lard, so the price is definitely more expensive than Caiwowo. If it is hot and fresh, it is considered an advantage.

What's more, there are not many food stalls that make and sell food on the spot in this era. Based on people's curiosity alone, it is estimated that they can be sold lively for a few days.

Although Yu Feng didn't know the way to do it, he still nodded his head and replied flatly, "Just follow the leaflet."

It is simply blind worship.

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Su Ye originally thought that he would have to wait another two days. Unexpectedly, at noon the next day, he saw the food delivery servant enter the Hu Cao Division with a smile on his face, and a familiar aroma wafted from the food basket.

Su Ye's heart skipped a beat, and before he had time to ask, the servant began to speak out.

"There is a cake seller at the gate of the yamen. The county magistrate has always been generous. Every time the people who sell food come here, he will ask the little ones to take care of him. This time the thing is quite novel. It was placed on the stove. Made it, it smells delicious, it is called 'leek cake', the other adults said it was good to eat, and the younger one made his own decision, and sent some to the three adults."

As soon as Su Ye heard it, he knew it was probably Yu Feng.

He didn't have time to eat, so he pleaded guilty to Jia and Bian, and hurried out.

Jia Ding gave the servant a few coins as a reward, and said to Bian Huan with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Su to be so anxious."

The two of them had already guessed in their hearts that Su Ye's original status was either rich or noble, otherwise, the twins would definitely not have such talents.

Bianhuan shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's a pity."

Jia Ding couldn't help but sighed, thinking that he, a merchant, could have this opportunity, and Su Ye's knowledge was still higher than his, so he couldn't go any further.

Of course, what they regretted was Su Ye's knowledge, not Shuang'er's status. In their view, the rule "Shuang'er cannot be an official" was irrefutable.

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On the other side, Su Ye came out of the Yamen, looked up, and easily found Yu Feng's figure among the crowd.

Compared with those slaves and servants around him, he is the tallest and has a very sincere smile on his face, which makes people feel good about him just by looking at him.

Despite the noisy voices, Yu Feng quickly found him.

"Little page!" The cheerful voice was full of joy.

A group of people turned their heads in a swish, and looked at Su Ye with burning eyes.

Su Ye raised her eyebrows, calm as before.

"Oh—" the young Zaolis all showed a clear look.

They have long heard that a Shuang'er has come to the yamen. He is handsome and knowledgeable. If he hadn't been warned by Shang Feng in advance, Hu Caosi's threshold would have been stepped down on the first day of Su Ye's arrival.

Judging from this posture, this handsome pair still has an owner.

"Ah—" A group of bachelors, big and small, shook their heads and sighed.

Seeing everyone's ambiguous expressions, Su Ye walked through the encirclement without blinking, walked up to Yu Feng, and asked lightly, "Why are you here today? Have the seeds been sown?"

"There's not much left, as long as there are aunts and others." Yu Feng said while kneading the dough, "Anyway, I have to go there, so I thought I would try it in the afternoon."

As for the effect, you can know it just by looking at the people on the third floor and the third floor.

Yu Feng kept his hands on, and within a few breaths, he made a thin, golden-yellow millet-flour leek pancake mixed with traces of green.

He folded the biscuit with a wooden spatula, let it dry for a while, put it on the sackcloth bag, and then handed it to Su Ye, "Eat it while it's hot."

Su Ye took it unceremoniously, brought it to his mouth and took a bite. It was hot, with the aroma of meat oil and leek leaves.

The crowd of onlookers quit, and booed one after another, "Little brother is not kind, you guys have waited for a long time!"

With a smile on his face, Yu Feng said, "I'll make a big one for you."

Someone said again, "Don't favor one person over another!"

Yu Feng responded heartily: "Don't worry!"

Su Ye watched him work while eating the cake.

Yu Feng has strong hands and quick movements. He pulls the noodles, brushes with oil, turns them over, and takes them out of the pan.

The Zaolis didn't leave after getting the cakes, they squatted in twos and threes to the side and ate the vegetable soup. It was also a kind of enjoyment to watch Yu Feng cook while eating.

Unconsciously showing a wave of affection, Su Ye didn't have much time to stay before dinner.

Before leaving, Yu Feng stuffed him with three cakes, "Give it to your colleagues."

Su Ye smiled and did not refuse.

Unexpectedly, the charm of the little cake is not small, and even Bian Huan, who is always serious and serious, talks a lot.

"I didn't expect that millet noodles could do this. They are golden yellow and crispy. Together with leeks, it not only enhances the taste, but also makes it easier to eat."

The reason why a small leek cake has attracted such praise is because the crop varieties and diet in this era are too single.

There are only five or six kinds of food crops, and the distribution is uneven. Take Wannian County as an example, millet and soybeans are the main crops, and even millet and wheat are not grown much, because they are difficult to take care of.

Vegetables are only melons, gourds, leeks, sunflowers, taro, and turnips, and there seems to be no seasoning crops such as ginger and shallots.

Cooking methods include steaming, boiling, and roasting. No one uses oil to fry vegetables.

For Su Ye, who has inherited the profound cultural traditions of the foodie country, just showing off a hand or two can make the ancient people full of praise.