I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Having said that, Su Yao still didn't know how to speak after several days of words.

When it comes to family background, it must involve family affairs.

No matter what Su Yao said, he was just an outsider, so how could he inquire about such things.

He pondered for several days in a row, and the weather was extremely hot after the heavy rain, and his mind became more and more restless, so he simply dragged on.

He dragged it this way, but many Mr. Huaben in old Beijing didn't dare to drag it.

Many gentlemen who made a living by this proved their innocence again and again, Su Yao counted them, and even the newly signed Mr. Yin sent someone to deliver a sentence.

It is also natural.

Although few people in the gentry make a living by this, most of the gentlemen who can sign contracts with bookstores one after another are white bodies who write books honestly. .

But on the cusp of the storm, many Mr. Huaben inevitably came to say something more, which also reassured the bookstore.

Only Mr. Hetai is still unmoved.

Mr. Hetai's style has always been unique in old Beijing.

Su Yao politely sent Mr. Yin's book boy away, looked back at Fu Gezi who was swaying, and only thought that he would have to take the initiative to have a chat some other day.

Just a word of advice.

Now that Zhu's family has just had an accident, and the proofreading department has a new staff, it is inevitable that the content of the book outline will be more strictly censored.Don't talk about anything else, just give me some advice.

When it comes to the content of the book outline, this pigeon has not written for several days.

Why did you choose the pen name "Hetai", when it should be called "Getai" seriously.

As a best-selling author, Da Gezi has never had the consciousness of writing a book.

Seeing Su Yao looking over, he only raised his eyebrows: "Didn't Boss Su say he's making cakes today?"

When I don’t write, I just think about eating all day long.

I won't give you food!

But Su Yao just thought about it, half of the chestnuts, peanuts, melon seeds and pine nuts that he planned to make pastries were peeled by Fu Gezi.

The cut on his hand is getting better, and it's cloudy today, and it's going to rain again, so Su Yao plans to close the shop and make some pastries.

The medicine given by Fu Gezi was really good, and it didn't leave any scars.None of the medicines given by Dr. Bai and Mr. Xu were used.

Master Xie also came to deliver medicine later, but it was also useless.

A few days ago on the Duanyang Festival, Xie Lang's servant came to deliver zongzi, saying that Xie Lang has been very busy recently, the Library Pavilion is busy editing a batch of ancient books, and the masters will soon live in the academy, so they don't have time to come in person.

Su Yao naturally said it's okay, the boy saw that Su Yao hurt his hand, so he made another special trip and brought a lot of wound medicine.

The wound medicine didn't work, but the sweet rice dumpling with red bean paste sent by Xie Lang was delicious.

But Mr. Fu didn't like it very much.

Su Yao has always felt that Mr. Fu prefers sweet food, but when he looked at the zongzi, he frowned slightly, and Su Yao couldn't be sure for a while.

It really is a picky eater.

While Su Yao was waiting for the noodles to wake up, the eater went into the kitchen again with the cinnamon sticks in his arms.

Cinnamon had just asked Uncle Wu to cut off a circle of hair, which made her bald.

But still chubby.

It can be seen that it is solid fat.

The bald Guipi was a little unhappy, when he saw Su Yao, he "meowed" to ask for comfort, but was held down by Fu Ling.

Another sentence: "Don't jump on people when you meet, you are cooking."

Cinnamon feels aggrieved.

Su Yao couldn't help but smiled, and looked at Fu Ling again: "Why is Mr. Fu here?"

I come and wait to eat.

Not at all.

The hot desserts just out of the pan are the best to eat, but the main thing is to watch the beauties cook.

Although Fu Ling is a serious foodie, he never enters the kitchen.

Ever since I entered the kitchen and handed Su Yao a green onion, I suddenly realized that the kitchen is a good place.

The beauty rolled her sleeves and kneaded her face, her wrists were white and slender, her eyebrows and eyes were focused, and there was a thin trace of sweat on her forehead.

Very pleasing to the eye.

want to eat...

want to eat.

But the weather was hot and he couldn't help, so Su Yao always drove him away.

Today is a good time, today is cool.

Fu Ling hugged the cat and sat down by the stove, and saw Su Yao was carving a knife with a small ball in his fingertips.

The wind was blowing leisurely outside the window, Su Yao saw that he was watching carefully, she just raised her eyes and smiled: "It's a walnut cake. It will look like a walnut when it's baked later, it's really pretty."

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows and let out a casual "hmm".

How can you look good.

Su Yao didn't realize it, but still smiled, carved more than a dozen of them in a row, put them in the oven, and then started to make the second one.

Because I wanted to entertain guests, I chose some beautiful ones.

The second dish is "Wubai Cake", which is made from white lentils, white yam, white poria cocos, white lotus seeds, and white chrysanthemums, and then mixed with sugar and glutinous rice and steamed.

It is said that it can whiten the skin, but I don't know if it is true or not. It tastes like a fragrant and glutinous white sugar cake.

Su Yao squeezed the proofed white dumplings into delicate petal shapes, and put them in the steamer.

Take the steamed red bean paste, mung bean paste, and yellow pumpkin, wrap them in glutinous rice dumplings, and bake them into soft glutinous rice cakes.

Uncle Wang who delivered the food the day before yesterday also sent purple sweet potatoes, which were also made into stuffing.

Uncle Wang has already discovered that Boss Su in Songyun Lane is a serious cook, and he will bring any new gadgets first.

Because there were purple sweet potatoes, Su Yao took out another purple sweet potato cold cake from the ice basin.

These two dishes were prepared early in the morning, and Su Yao put them on ice in the ice basin for half an afternoon.

Now take it out and cut it open, and just call Fu Ling: "Mr. Fu has been sitting for a long time, come and have a bite."

The purple potato jelly cake is the most elastic and smooth, and its appearance is clear and uniform lavender. Su Yao tasted it, and it was sweet with a lot of sugar.

Fu Gezi really liked it.

Su Yao put the red bean jelly cake, mung bean jelly cake and pumpkin jelly cake into the ice basin, steamed the chicken cake and tea cake, and there were some scattered rain outside.

A sweet and fragrant smell wafted from the steamer oven, and Fu Ling ate a bite of every pot of cakes.

On a rainy day, eat sweet snacks next to the beauty.

Cool.

Cats are carnivores, and Cinnamon, who doesn't like snacks, only meows "meow meow".

Su Yao smiled and glanced at the greedy kitten, and brought a small box of dried fish.

Fu Ling pushed: "Don't feed it. It's so heavy and eat."

Gui Pi's eyes widened, feeling even more aggrieved.

Su Yao had no choice but to take it back.

Mr. Fu's cat is domineering enough, the cat is not the owner of the cat, he is.

Su Yao crushed the salted egg yolk, wrapped it in ghee, formed a ball into a dough, cut it with a flower knife, and asked Fu Ling again: "Mr. Fu, step back, it's time to burn oil."

Fu Ling was curious: "What is this?"

"Lotus Cake." Su Yao smiled, "I can't do it well, I can barely do it, but it looks pretty."

Su Yao took a wok to heat up the oil, and put the small dose into the wok.

The oil temperature becomes hot, and the dough spreads layers of oily skin in the hot oil. Looking at it from a distance, it is like a lotus blooming in the bud, and the water is coming out of the pavilion.

Fu Ling couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Su Yao frowned: This is the fun of fireworks in the world.

Su Yao crushed the sesame and peanut stuffing again to make a small "lily cake".

Fu Ling watched this exquisite scene again, and said with a smile: "It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful dim sum, and it should only be displayed."

Su Yao smiled gently: "There are almost few flavors, it's just a picture. I'll make it after eating."

Just for this sentence, I have to stay here.

Fu Ling stayed at the stove to eat again, and at the end he ate a small roll of salty meat floss.

Su Yao was naturally happy.

The cook likes the foodie who joins the party the most. This kind of foodie who follows the food all the way is the most face-saving.

Seeing that Fu Ling swallowed another mochi ball, Su Yaofang said: "How about something to drink?"

After pondering for a while, "I still have plum wine, I'll pour some for Mr. Fu."

The wind and rain were blowing outside the window, Fu Ling glanced at it, and only stopped him: "I still have to go out to get it, besides, Boss Su can't drink it."

He lowered his eyebrows and smiled, as if slightly wronged: "What's the fun of me drinking alone."

The wind and rain were blowing, and Su Yao's heart twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but lower his eyelashes.

I've been getting more and more nervous lately.

Also blush easily.

Don't have anything new...

Su Yao took a step back and suppressed his emotions again.

Although he is already well, Qi Bo still prevents him from touching alcohol and cold things.

Fu Ling didn't want him to drink with him either, just to tease him.

Now seeing that his ears were reddish again, he just raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Yesterday's watermelon dew was pretty good, let's eat that."

Fu Ling put the cat down, and brought out two exquisite round porcelain bowls.

The palm-sized white porcelain bowl contains bright red watermelon dew, which is as light as curdled fat, smooth and refreshing, cut open with a knife, poured with cool sand board syrup, scooped it into the throat, the lungs are moist, and the lips and teeth are full of body fluid.

It was hot yesterday, and there were just two small bowls left.

There is no need to eat cinnamon.

Seeing that Su Yao and Fu Ling finished eating, they "meowed" in dissatisfaction, opened the door and ran away.

Fu Ling helped to tidy up the pots and pans, followed by a few mouthfuls of food, and suddenly thought: "Boss Su, someday, teach me to cook too."

Su Yao paused, suddenly amused.

What's the matter, you are already an amateur author, and you plan to become an amateur cook?

Fu Ling looked quite serious: "I have learned it, and I can help Boss Su on weekdays."

It doesn't matter.

Su Yao himself is a skilled hand, and there is no shortage of helpers.

Besides, it's easy to say at this moment, why don't you move out some other day?

Su Yao thought of this, and his hands froze slightly.

...Why do you feel a little bit reluctant to think that the big pigeon will move away?

Su Yao's heart fluttered again, and he comforted him again: After raising a bird for a long time, you still have feelings, let alone a human being?

Normal emotions, normal emotions.

Fu Ling didn't know what he was thinking of, so he raised his eyebrows lightly: "Then boss Su will teach me?"

Su Yao looked at him pretending to be serious, and joked: "If Mr. Fu touches it, wouldn't it be impossible to write again?"

No, I didn't touch it, and I didn't see this pigeon write an article.

Fu Ling obviously thought of this too, and raised his eyebrows quietly.

How on earth did this person manage to delay more drafts and still be confident.

Is it rich and tough?

Su Yao was helpless, but refused to let go: "I don't teach. Mr. Fu is a person who should do serious things, don't always stay in the kitchen."

Seeing that the words were not good enough, Fu Ling was about to fill in a few words, so he asked Su Yao to send them out in a few words.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the corridor, Fu Gege looked depressed.

On this rainy day, Fu Xiang suddenly had a life worry: Can Boss Su like me even if I don't write?

The answer is estimated to be no.

Fu Ling struggled for a while, overcame it for a while, and finally succumbed to his sweetheart's disguised urging, slipped back to the room and scratched his head to write.

It's raining again today.

The torrential rain was like a torrent, and the lush vegetation in a courtyard was rejuvenated.

Su Yao only felt that Mr. Hetai performed very well today.

After eating in the morning, I honestly wrote half a day in the room.

Su Yao was very pleased.

Then...is it necessary to feed some food every day, so that the pigeons will produce food?

No.

Boss Su thought too much.

Fu Gezi’s itinerary in the afternoon is as follows——

I sat in front of the window and wrote a small chapter. I felt that the sound of the rain was beating my head, so I slept on the couch for half an afternoon. When I woke up, I went out to have dinner. My face was not red and my heart was not beating, and I said that I was serious about writing. Cinnamon is playing till now.

Some people seem to be trying.

In fact, he was fishing behind his back.

Su Yao didn't know it yet, and seeing people working hard, she went into the kitchen and cooked delicious and tender meatball soup for Ah Yan, who was serious about not fishing, and Fu Gezi, who was only fishing but not serious.

With the candles flickering, Su Yao squeezed the lean meatballs, and recited the chat in the morning funny: Fu Gezi was born, and he had never been in the kitchen before.Probably out of curiosity, I casually mentioned what I wanted to learn.

Fu Gezi's background...

After all, Su Yao remembered to talk to him.

How about going to chat today?

Su Yao only thought that choosing the day would be better than hitting the day. After making the decision, it seemed that the previous wording was no longer necessary.

Just as he was about to send the meatball soup with ease, Qi Bo took over from the side: "My lord, go back and have a rest, you're sweating again."

The kitchen is still a little hot.

It's not convenient to find people to chat with, so Su Yao went back to the room, planning to take a shower first.

It's just late at night, it's still early.

However, the rain was quite fast and violent, with a tendency to pour cats and dogs.

The room was filled with steam, and Su Yao was about to get out of the bathtub when he heard a "bang" in the room.

Su Yao was suspicious, and then heard a "plop", as if something heavy fell to the ground.

Then there was a long meow.

Cinnamon is at it again.

Su Yao smiled, put on her coat, and turned out from behind the screen, only to see the round cinnamon lying on the carpet in the room, licking its fur claws.

Seeing Su Yao, Xiao Xiao let out a cry, and opened her innocent eyes wide again.

Why do you look a little pitiful?

Su Yao looked along, but saw that the hanger fell down, and the clean clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Guipi raised her eyes secretly, and let out a guilty "meow".

Su Yao felt helpless and funny at the same time, and went over to rub the cat's head.

Why are you so strong that you can kick down the hanger?

My clothes are washed for nothing.

The bald Guipi shook his head and rubbed against his hand again, pitifully.

It's shameful to be cute, but it works.

Can cats be used to raising them?

Su Yao patted it twice, fastened his belt, and went to pack his clothes with a smile.

But I didn't have any clean clothes.

Su Yao has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and the scattered clothes are a little dusty. He just finished taking a shower, so he doesn't want to wear them.

Clean clothes have to go through the cabinet again, take them out to dry first.

Su Yao misunderstood and saw Mrs. Kang's mahogany box.

That Xueqing shirt has been washed and kept away.

The suit jacket inside should be able to be worn out.

As soon as Su Yao stretched out his hand, he heard a knock on the door: "Boss Su, is Guipi here again?"

The middle coat on Su Yao's body was thin and he couldn't see anyone, so he quickly put on Xueqing's clothes, and replied: "It's here, Mr. Fu, wait a moment."

Fu Ling was eating cat vinegar, when the door opened in front of him, the whole pigeon was dumbfounded.

Su Yao was wearing a light jacket, plain white, with only a layer of lavender tulle on the outside.

These two clothes are both thin, but also cut extremely close to the body.

Bright lights cast from behind him, outlining a slender figure, indistinct, but clearly visible.

this dress...

Might as well not wear...

No, it's not right not to wear...

Fu Ling didn't know where to put his eyes, and when he lowered his head, it happened to land on Su Yao's delicate collarbone.

The purple collar was pressed against the plain collar, which made his skin white and snowy even more.

A strand of black hair hangs on top, with crystal drops of water falling from the end of the hair.

The heavy rain panicked, and Fu Ling felt his heart beating fast for a moment.

But Su Yao didn't seem to notice anything wrong, and there was still a clear smile between his brows and eyes: "Cinnamon is here with me, I'll carry it to you. It just so happens that I have something to talk to Mr. Fu about, why don't we go to your room together?"

talk about... talk about what...

Fu Ling's whole pigeon was still in a mess.

This... so... how do you plan to talk to me?