I opened a bookstore in ancient times

The sky was getting gloomy, the rain was getting heavier, and the iron horses on the eaves jingled for a while.

Su Yao walked all the way back to the Nuan Pavilion along the corridor, looked through the beaded curtain, and couldn't help smiling.

Yo, Fu Gezi is finally willing to sit up.

Looking down again, there were only two small wontons left in the bowl.

It's pretty quick to eat.

All cooks like to watch others enjoy their food.

Su Yao felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart, opened the curtain and smiled: "Mr. Fu, what do you think of this wonton? The skin is really as thin as paper."

The more satisfied the cook is, the more he has to ask questions knowingly.

Su Yao calls his habit professional vanity, and he is happier than anything else when diners say "delicious".

With the sound of rain outside the window, Su Yao waited for a while, but did not get a good word.

When he opened the curtain, Fu Ling finally raised his head to look at him, his eyes were only slightly startled.

Hearing Su Yao's words, he seemed to narrow his eyes slightly, but turned his head away again.

What's wrong?Su Yao was puzzled for a moment, seeing if the food was eating well?

He was suffering from an occupational disease, and was subconsciously starting to reflect on the procedure of making wontons, when he saw Fu Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, and uttered another monosyllabic word: "Mmm."

Ok.

Su Yao:?

What does this mean?OK?

It was the first time for Su Yao to hear this kind of concise evaluation, combined with Fu Ling's unhappy face, he was confused for a moment.

He didn't understand, but Uncle Wu's jaw dropped in shock.

For his young master, "hmm" is the highest evaluation, which basically means that someone else writes an [-]-character fu to praise the deliciousness of this dish.

The old shopkeepers in the restaurants in the capital knew secretly that the young Fu Xiang never commented on the cooks, and whenever he opened his mouth, he must be abusive.

For Fu Ling to say "um", it means that the dish is impeccable.

There was a time when the most famous restaurants in Beijing, if they could get a "um" from Fu Xiang, they would wish to write the word "um" on a plaque and put Fu Xiang's private seal on it.

It's a pity that this matter is too southern, so far no restaurant has this honor.

Uncle Wu was surprised at first, but now he was secretly dumbfounded, and couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Su Yao.

It can't be seen that this little scholar is quite fond of his young master.

Su Yao didn't know these twists and turns, and got this one-syllable word, so he thought to himself, this Fu Gezi's mouth is really tricky.

He had encountered such a picky connoisseur before.He has seen many rich and powerful idlers, who have eaten the dishes, and even called out the person who was in charge of the spoon to scold them.

It's easy to deal with, admit shortcomings, and make progress with an open mind.

So Su Yao said politely: "Today was too hasty, and I didn't have time to be thorough. If Mr. Fu doesn't dislike it, come to my house as a guest another day, and I can do better."

Fu Ling suddenly said, "Better?"

Su Yao was slightly taken aback.

He just said one thing in vain, those idlers in the past were dissatisfied, and these words were just for smoothing.

Why are you still climbing up the pole?

Su Yao paused, and could only smile along with the situation: "In a few days, there will be shepherd's purse in spring. If Mr. Fu comes to the door, I will treat you with fresh meat stuffed with shepherd's purse."

Fu Ling nodded: "Okay."

This is a natural look...

Would you like to stop being polite?

Su Yao was about to bite the bullet and agree, but heard Fu Gezi say again: "When I go, bring the manuscript with me. Can it be used for the meal?"

Su Yao:! ! !

can!Very capable!

Why didn't you tell me earlier that you wanted to bring the manuscript with you!

Is this the legendary cannibal with a short mouth?

If you make wontons, Fu Gezi will not delay or owe the draft. Su Yao is willing to cook three meals a day for him in different ways!

Shrimp stuffing, fresh meat stuffing, shepherd's purse stuffing, all arranged!

Su Yao was happy for a moment, but regretted it: it turns out that Fu Gezi is a foodie.If he had known this earlier, he should have come long ago, and the delay was in vain.

This time the wontons were not done well, so the next meal promised to Fu Gezi must be done with great care, so that he can't find any shortcomings.

This unexpected joy came suddenly. After Su Yao agreed, before he calmed down, he saw Fu Gezi return to his indifferent and cold appearance.

Fine.

The purpose of this trip was finally achieved, and the rest of the words were all just greetings.

People like Fu Gezi don't like to chat.

Su Yao bid farewell knowingly, and brought Hongmei in before leaving.

Fu Ling was flipping through the play just now in boredom, when he suddenly smelled a cold and delicate fragrance.

He raised his eyes, and saw that Boss Su who came here today was holding a white porcelain vase of unsightly workmanship.

The scorching red plums in the bottle were soaked with some rain vapor, exuding a moist and sweet fragrance, reflecting Su Yao's dark eyes like black jade.It seemed that rain had fallen from the sky in his eyes, and his smile was like a sweet and clear spring.

Fu Ling took a glance, and saw a mole looming under his left eye.

This mole was not eye-catching at all, but the bright color made his skin white and snowy, and this mole of tears fell in Fu Ling's eyes, which made his eyes especially scorching.

Su Yao smiled politely: "I didn't prepare any gifts when I came here. The flowers in the backyard are blooming just right, so I'll give it to Mr. Fu."

His voice was gentle and clear, Fu Ling's heart seemed to be scratched by a feather, and he only lowered his eyes.

Uncle Wu hurriedly stepped forward and smiled: "Thank you, Boss Su."

Su Yao nodded his head, said some more polite words, and left with Qi Bo.

The rain was a little lighter, the sky was slightly bright, and the crisp shoots in early spring were extraordinarily bright in the thin rain and mist.

Uncle Wu hurried back to the Nuan Pavilion, his eyes fell on the red plums: "Young master doesn't like the smell, I'll move out."

The play in his hand is talking about the vulgar story of the rich lady falling in love with a failed scholar at first sight.

Fu Ling was immersed in the love and hatred of others, paused with his fingertips, but did not speak.

Uncle Wu went out with the flowers in his arms, instead of throwing them away, he put them neatly on the porch.

He took care of Fu Ling since he was a child, but after a few glances, he knew it all.

He straightened the plum blossoms and smiled wrinkledly.

Considering his age, the young master is not too young.

I just don't know how old Boss Su is.

Although the horoscope has not been written yet, we have to find an opportunity to inquire about it early.

Fu Zhai and his party studied for a long time, and it was almost noon when Su Yao returned home.

A small figure stood under the signboard of Su's Bookstore, and only returned to the shop when they saw the two of them coming back.

It was Ah Yan who had been raised by Su Yao for a year.

Speaking of which, Ah Yan is much calmer than a ten-year-old child, and he looks and behaves well, but he doesn't like to talk, and he is extremely thin.

Su Yao patted him on the shoulder first when he entered the door, and comforted him: "Are you hungry? I'm sorry, I didn't expect to go for so long. Are you scared?"

The front and back yards of Su's house, because it is the ancestral property, the house has three entrances, it is really not small.The old house, plus the rainy weather, is also a book shop, which has not been decorated for many years, so it always looks a little cold.

When Ah Yan was a slave, he must have suffered a lot. He used to be too afraid to speak.

Su Yao took him with him for nearly a year before he got closer to others.It's just very quiet, he never said such flattering and coquettish words.

It's alright if you don't say anything, Su Yao rubbed the child again: "After a while, spring will come and the shop's business will be good, so I'll paint our house well. You won't be afraid when it looks new."

Ah Yan was silent: "Young master is going out to discuss business, Ah Yan should stay at home."

Su Yao frowned: "If you are willing, you can slowly learn the bookstore business when you are older, and I will take you out when the time comes."

Qi Bo on the side was startled when he heard the words, but Ah Yan slowly lowered his head: "Young master trusts me, I will definitely help the young master's family in the future."

Su Yao was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect this.

He had raised Ah Yan for almost a year, and he almost regarded the child as his own brother, but he didn't want him to talk about the young master's family.

Su Yao has just arrived here, and is only in his early twenties, and has never thought about getting married and having children.

Where did the young master come from?

He was helpless and funny, so he could only put this aside: "Nowadays, the world still respects being an official. You go to Qingshi Academy to study for a few years, and you can be a high-ranking official if you want to."

Ah Yan stopped talking.

Su Yao sighed inwardly, not wanting the child to continue hurting himself, so he brought up something else: "It's almost noon, what did you eat?"

"My lady next door let me taste the beef noodles."

A Yan raised his eyes secretly, and said in a low voice, "It's almost as good as the master, but the soup is too salty."

That's another matter.

Su Yao frowned slightly, thinking that she would teach Zhu Niangzi when she had time.

Qi Bo laughed and said, "Miss Zhu is very polite, the spring bamboo shoots in this room are also sent by her, right?"

Su Yao looked at the two spring bamboo shoots that were as white as jade, and rolled up his sleeves: "Mix some shredded bamboo shoots at noon, and warm up the braised pork—"

After thinking about it, I added another dish: "There are baby dishes, let's fry another baby dish."

Su's bookstore has no shortage of food.

Su Yao's body is extremely weak, and after eating so hard for so long, he has grown from terminally ill to barely healthy, and he is much weaker than ordinary people.

Qi Bo is over half a century old, which is the time to pay attention; not to mention Ah Yan, the time to grow up.

Su Yao will never pick and search for food.

The braised pork is left over from last night. Fry a few tiger skin eggs, put them into the thick soup, and simmer the casserole over low heat;

Cut the spring bamboo shoots into shreds, soak in a little water, mix with sesame oil and mashed garlic, it will be crispy and refreshing;

Baby cabbage is the most tender, cut into thin shreds, put it in the pot with dried dried shrimps, heat rapeseed oil on high heat, cook a few pieces of dried chili, and quickly put out a bright and bright dish.

Ah Yan helped out with three bowls of crystal clear, soft and glutinous japonica rice.

Su Yao first took out an egg soaked in soup for him, and tasted a piece of pork belly, it was fat but not greasy, and it melted in the mouth.

"Well, after reheating once, it tastes better than yesterday." Qi Bo smiled.

Ah Yan swallowed a big mouthful of eggs and whispered, "It's delicious."

Su Yao listened comfortably, took two mouthfuls, but said Fu Gezi inappropriately.

He is a highly professional cook. At this time, Fang began to wonder whether the two of them in the family were too good at blowing, which caused him to drift.

Maybe it's not someone else's pigeons picking thorns.

He has been wearing it for a year, maybe the craftsmanship has really regressed?

It seems that the dishes for Mr. Fu need to be prepared carefully.

Su Yao suppressed his thoughts, and after eating, he sat at the counter and calculated the accounts.

Bookstores are often out of business, and today they only did two, and the number is small.

This ancestral bookstore, because the original owner has been immersed in scientific research for many years, has become a bit sluggish.It's okay to barely maintain expenses, but if you want to make a lot of money, you have to find a way to fix it.

With the sound of rain, Qi Bo came back from the outside: "My lord, I asked, butcher Zhang said that the day after tomorrow will be sunny."

On days when there is no weather forecast, we can only rely on the wisdom of the common people.

Su Yao nodded: "Okay, let's sort it out, and post the books I picked out in the future."

Qi Burden paused, and finally wondered: "Young master picked out those four books, are you really planning to sell them? They have been suppressed for a long time."

"I have a way, it's probably close to ten." Su Yao smiled.

Now that the body is almost healthy, it is necessary to spend more time on the management of the bookstore.

The bookstore of my own can't only earn money from the scripts, it has to sell the slow-moving goods.The bottom of the press box is waste paper, and I tried to sell it, so I can make up for it at least.

Su Yao recalled Zhu Niangzi's noodle soup again.

The success or failure of this matter depends on this soup, tomorrow I have to go to the next door to teach.

He was planning to pass a message to Mrs. Zhu, but Qi Bo came closer and coughed lightly: "Young master."

Su Yao was counting the bills: "Qi Bo, tell me."

But Qi Bo coughed again and lowered his voice: "Your Master just said to Ah Yan, are you serious?"

Su Yao couldn't help raising her eyes, just about to smile, but saw Qi Bo's serious face.He looked serious: "What's wrong?"

Qi Bo thought about it and said: "Ah Yan is a good boy, I like it too, Zhou Zheng is safe and quiet, I thought the young master would send him to study, so..."

He paused: "Master, if you want to keep him in the shop to help in the future, it's all right. However, if Miss Xie's family gets married and has a child in the future, she may not like him. for him……"

Su Yao was taken aback.

Miss Xie?

Who?

Where is Miss Xie from?Still marrying in?

who to marryIt can't be me? ? ?