I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Cheng An, who held the pickle jar and thought about it all night, went to buy two black-bone chickens early the next morning.

White hair and black legs, very fat.

He carried it into the yard, but saw that Su Yao had already got up, standing under the eaves with a curious expression on his face: "This chicken is quite beautiful."

Although Qi Bo went to the engraving workshop, but the secret guard was at home, and Cheng An went out.

But she didn't expect Su Yao to wake up so early.

Cheng An put the chickens on the porch, and the two chickens were cackling, flapping their wings and struggling.

He cleaned his hands and put a big cloak on Su Yao. Seeing that Su Yao was still very rare, he hurriedly said, "This is for you to eat."

Su Yao knew it, and was even more reluctant: "Raise it, it's so beautiful."

Su Yao wanted to touch the fluffy cockscomb, but Cheng An hurriedly stopped him, and smiled again: "This chicken is fierce, don't hurt the young master."

If this chicken wants to peck you, the eldest son will chop off my hand.

When he thought of this, he suddenly regretted: If he had known earlier, he would not have bought a living job.

As a city resident, Su Yao has never raised live chickens, so this is so new no matter how you look at it.

Pian Chengan looked at him like a child, he didn't touch it, and gradually became bored, he just asked Chengan: "Should I build a chicken coop?"

Cheng An, who was forced to be omnipotent: "...I will, just leave it to me, son."

So Cheng An watched Su Yao finish his meal with pickles, then went to the brick and tile store to fetch half a carload of mortar bricks and dry thatch, found an open space in the backyard, and rolled up his sleeves to build a chicken coop.

The day before yesterday he was writing letters in Fu Xiang's study, and today he was moving bricks on the slate floor.

The slate floor is the slate floor of Fu Xiang's future daughter-in-law.

OK.

While plastering the mortar, Cheng An ferociously cheered on his family Fu Xiang.

I have to abduct my daughter-in-law, otherwise my chicken coop will be for nothing.

Su Yao's spirit has improved a lot. Although she is still sluggish, it's okay to take a few steps outside.

Two black-bone chickens walked back and forth beside him with their legs crossed, shaking their white crowns, and lowered their heads to chatter. After a while, a big grasshopper with its teeth and claws was found in the grass.

Cheng An wiped his sweat and smiled: "In spring, you don't need to feed much, you just let them eat grass leaves and insects."

Su Yao's backyard can't live with people. If we talk about putting sundries, there are not many sundries. It's empty, but the two magnolias are growing very well.

Now two living creatures came, their heads raised fiercely, adding a lot of vitality.

Su Yao looked at the busy Cheng An, and then felt that this servant was really worth it.

The sun is getting higher and higher. Although it is rainy this spring, the sunny days are also very warm.

Su Yao brought a small tea tray with a pot of sweet milk tea, a plate of yam cake, and another plate of red bean cakes, and put them on the porch.

Cheng An didn't have clean hands when he moved the bricks, so Su Yao naturally handed the pastry to his mouth.

Cheng An was flattered.

Su Yao was taken aback: "You don't want to eat red beans?"

"no no."

Cheng An shook his head like a rattle drum, trying to change the topic, "Have you got your appetite, sir?"

"No." Su Yao eats everything like soap, and he barely has a slight taste. He just smiles, "Sitting is boring, why don't you just eat something casually. How can you stay healthy if you don't eat?"

"Young Master is right." Cheng An smiled.

Looking at the red bean crisps close at hand, he smiled a little panicked.

Su Yao fed him again: "I'm very tired, you should eat some too. Why do you watch me eat?"

Cheng An couldn't evade it, so he could only bite down fearfully.

Chewing slowly, I only feel sore teeth.

If the eldest son knows that Boss Su feeds him with his own hands, he actually dares to actually eat it, what kind of reaction must he have...

Cheng An trembled in his heart, he just lowered his head and worked hard.

Maybe he was afraid of something coming, but before he swallowed it, he heard the small door in the backyard.

Su Yao opened the door: "Mr. Fu?"

The spring light is soft and warm, leaking from the shadows of flowers and trees, softening Fu Ling's face carved with a brush and knife.Just as the breeze blew by, magnolia petals fell on his body rustlingly, exuding an extraordinarily noble appearance.

Su Yao has repeatedly lamented that Fu Gezi really looks like a banished fairy.

The last time he was drowsy and didn't say a word, Su Yao hurriedly asked him: "Mr. Fu, come in quickly."

When Fu Ling entered the door, he saw Cheng'an lying in the dust of chicken feathers all over the place.

A black-bone chicken shook its feathers, and Cheng An gulped down the red bean cake in his mouth, almost choking and coughing up.

Su Yao smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I bought two chickens today and wanted to raise them in the backyard. It's a bit messy here. How did Mr. Fu come in from the backyard?"

"I knocked on the door in the shop and in the front yard, but there was no answer." Fu Ling looked back lightly, "Boss Su is feeling better?"

"It surprised you the day before yesterday. It's just the wind and cold. It's much better." Su Yao led the way and asked him to go to the flower hall in the front yard. "Mr. Fu, what's the matter here? Your new book has been made by the engraving workshop. ..."

Fu Ling took a step behind, Cheng An hurriedly bowed, and said softly, "Master."

Fu Ling glanced at him, paused, and raised his eyebrows: "What did you eat?"

Cheng An was guilty at first, his knees softened instantly when he heard the words, and he almost said: "...I didn't eat anything, just a piece of red bean cake."

"Yeah." Fu Ling glanced at him again, "Take care of the chickens."

Cheng An was full of heartache.

Fu Ling sat in the flower hall and stopped Su Yao first: "I have nothing important to do, just to see if you feel better."

Su Yao poured a cup of tea and smiled: "I haven't thanked Mr. Fu for helping me that day. I have always been physically weak, and Mr. Fu laughed."

Fu Ling didn't really like to listen to polite words, but seeing with his own eyes that he was able to get up and that he was still in good spirits, and he didn't look sick, he was much more relieved.

He called Uncle Wu: "Give the things to Boss Su."

Just now, Su Yao saw that Uncle Wu had brought two large and exquisite mahogany food boxes and put them on the table. After opening them, they laid out a table of dishes one after another.

Su Yao took a look, most of them were appetizers in small dishes.

Shredded bamboo shoots in sesame oil, cucumber in sweet sauce, shallot tofu, beans in sesame sauce, eggplant with garlic, preserved egg tofu, peanuts marinated in vinegar, raw panax notoginseng, boiled lettuce, shredded emerald radish, pea sprouts in cold sauce, steamed sweet potato seedlings in sesame oil;

Pork skin jelly, braised pork trotters, cold tripe shreds, sauced duck feet, sauced duck wings, sauced duck neck, pepper chicken shreds, grilled chicken wings, small crispy pork, steamed pork ribs, steamed sausage, pot-wrapped meat, and a plate of plum Pork with vegetables.

The remaining three or five dishes of sweet mouth, ginger plums, amber ginkgo, fried cherries, candied hawthorn, haw jelly.

This is... a bit too much, but Su Yao saw Uncle Wu holding out two jars.

A can of milky crucian carp tofu soup, and a can of fragrant ham stew.

Su Yao was dumbfounded, and Uncle Wu just smiled and said, "Maybe it's a little too much, but it's all enough to eat. If you can't finish one meal, you can continue to eat the next meal."

Fu Ling said: "It's probably not as good as your craftsmanship, but it can still be eaten. Try it, if it's not good, then someone will tell me."

Su Yao caught a glimpse of the emblem on the plate - "Fu Ke Lai".

Su Yao took a deep breath.

He was very vulgar, and his first thought was: How much does this cost?

Is the Fu family in Xidu raising his concubine so rich and powerful?

He froze for a few times, but couldn't even say "thank you": "...that's too much, I don't..."

Fu Ling raised the corner of his mouth: "I brought it all, I can't let me take it back."

Su Yao wanted to evade again: "There is no reason for this..."

Uncle Wu said in a low voice: "Boss Su, my son told me to get up before dawn and wait for Fu Ke to come. I had a lot of good words with the shopkeeper and cook, so I got these dishes. Things come second. I also hope that Boss Su will not refuse."

Getting up before dawn is true.

Not many good things have been said.

There are not many people in this world who can make Fu Xiang whisper good things, and Fu Kelai's cook is naturally not qualified.

Fu Xiang took the money directly.

A large piece of shiny gold, and a large handful of golden melon seeds were grabbed casually.

It was Fu Kelai's old shopkeeper, perhaps he hadn't seen such a prodigal dude for a long time, and he ordered five or six good cooks to serve the table.

The food box and tableware are delivered together.

Su Yao refused back and forth five or six times, and seeing that Fu Ling's expression changed a little, he had no choice but to agree.He wanted to thank him again and again, but Fu Ling stopped him again.

Although Su Yao meant it sincerely, but Fu Ling always listened to a lot of polite words, and when he got impatient, he smiled and said, "I don't have any appetite when I'm sick. If you can eat more, it's thanks to me."

When Fu Ling said this, his eyes rarely showed a little warmth, like the ice layer under the winter sun suddenly melting, reflecting the melting sun.

Su Yao was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he unconsciously staggered by two points.

Fu Ling is not like looking after a child, he insists on watching him eat now, and worries that if he stays for too long, Su Yao will have to spend energy to accompany him, instead disturbing his rest, sitting for a while and then leaving.

When people went out, Su Yao stared at the table of dishes and was stunned for a long while before recovering, and hurriedly went out to call Cheng An: "I forgot, I have to trouble you to go to Fu's house."

Cheng An was frightened: "Huh?"

Su Yao paused, then came to his senses: "What's the matter? It's not convenient for you to see Mr. Fu right now?" He hesitated again: "It seems that nothing happened just now."

"Yes...it's nothing." Cheng An lowered his head.

Wasn't it because you were there just now?

Cheng An has a guilty conscience. He has always talked about people and ghosts when he sees people, but since he was a child, he dared not say a single lie in front of Fu Ling.

The eldest son must have seen it.

If you ask me what to do with the red bean cake...

If I had known earlier, I would not have eaten it!

When it happened, Cheng An regretted it now, very regretful.

Su Yao didn't know these small thoughts, thought for a while, and said: "If you don't want to, forget it, then I'll go..."

A gust of wind rushed over, before Su Yao finished speaking, she covered her sleeves and coughed.

Shocked, Cheng An hurriedly ran over to give Su Yao comfort, brushed her twice, and wanted to cry again without tears: "I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll do it, young master, go back and rest."

With this physical condition, if I ask you to go out to see the eldest son, then I really don’t want to live...

Su Yao originally wanted to say, "Then I'll add another dish to the stewed pork pot, and I'll go there when I feel better someday," but Cheng An agreed.

He asked several times, Cheng An always looked determined: "I'm fine, I don't force it, I really want to go."

Su Yao then went to the kitchen, put the chicken legs, pig's trotters, tofu, potatoes, and radishes in the marinated pot into a small earthenware pot, and after warming up, wrote another note and handed it to Cheng An: "There are no good things available right now, this idea Eating food is just a meaning, I will be in good health someday, and I will thank Mr. Fu well."

"The note is about the embroidery book. I forgot to mention it just now. You have asked clearly. Please reply me as soon as possible, Mr. Fu."

Cheng An nodded with a tragic expression.