Love after marriage with a husband

Although Fang Zhongshan has never been in the snack shop business, he is a Chinese from the future who is known as a great gourmet country.

As a herb collector, because of his occupation, he needs to chase the seasons and mountains all year round.

Therefore, Fang Zhongshan has been to many places, and he has encountered many impressive snacks and delicacies along the way.

Among other things, there are barbecues, hot pot skewers, etc. that are common in ordinary roadside stalls. Any one of them is probably a rare delicacy in Da'an.

Have you ever eaten pork but haven't seen a pig run?

Perhaps, he can consider making a simple and convenient Huaguo snack to set up a stall. After all, even such an unauthentic "Guantangbao" with rough skin and thick meat can make a lot of business. Huaguo's famous food stalls There is no reason to lose here.

Fang Chongshan was so engrossed in thinking that Xiao Shuang'er tugged on his sleeve and yelled several times before he could respond.

"Brother Chongshan?" Jiang Ran was a little worried, "Why did you suddenly stop talking?"

Looking down to see that most of the soup dumplings had been bitten off, Xiao Shuang'er blamed herself a bit: "Could it be that you dislike me for eating too much?!"

Silently wrapped the remaining three soup dumplings, and stuffed them into Fang Zhongshan's hands with all his strength, Xiao Shuang'er said listlessly: "If Brother Zhongshan likes it so much, leave these to Brother Zhongshan!"

Only then did Fang Chongshan come to his senses, laughing heartily at Jiang Ran's wronged misunderstanding.

"Silly Shuang'er, what are you thinking about in your little head all day long?"

Fang Zhongshan comforted the lost little greedy cat helplessly, "I just looked at this soup dumpling shop, and suddenly remembered some snack recipes I learned from the old people in the village."

"Thinking about it, maybe we can really learn from the owner of this stall and set up a stall to sell snacks."

After all, it is a street stall delicacy that embodies the wisdom of the vast working people in China. Fang Zhongshan was really embarrassed to take the credit by himself, so he randomly made up an old man as an excuse.

Fortunately, Xiao Shuanger firmly believed in everything Fang Zhongshan said, and gave a "wow" with admiration on his face, and praised sincerely: "That's a good relationship! Brother Zhongshan, you are really good. Not only can you identify herbs, but you can also Even snacks can be made!"

Little Shuang'er's unpretentious rainbow farts came one after another, even the thick-skinned Fang Zhongshan couldn't resist, smiled and waved his hands, trying to change the subject: "I've just heard about it, it doesn't necessarily taste good when I make it. It's time to try and talk."

"Apart from this soup dumpling, is there anything else you want to eat? It's rare to come to Fanyang City. Whatever you want to eat today, I will reserve it for you."

Jiang Ran was really excited, blinked his eyes brightly, and calculated carefully with his fingers: "Although we have made a lot of money this trip, we can't be too extravagant. Only by saving money can we manage the house. In my opinion, we should first Let's go and get all the household items like rice, grain, oil and sauce."

"And," Xiao Shuang'er rubbed her stomach insincerely, "I'm already full, and I don't want to eat anything else."

Fang Zhongshan couldn't see Jiang Ran's careful thinking just to save money, he couldn't pierce Xiao Shuang'er's rough cover, and handed over the still hot soup dumpling in his hand, "Eat it, I don't want to eat it." Why do you like pork?"

This sentence is true, but Xiao Shuang'er didn't believe it, and thought that Fang Chongshan was deliberately giving way to him, and was so moved for a while, that he even gnawed the soup dumpling with a lot of solemnity.

The long street of street stalls is indeed as described by Jiang Ran. It is a long street that can't be seen at a glance. There are not a few vendors among them. No matter what kind of strange things can be found here.

That's because of this, guests from other places often come here, hoping to be lucky enough to find a little bit of valuable goods in this dilapidated market.

Fang Zhongshan held Jiang Ran in one hand, and walked slowly into the market.

Along the way, there are sellers of bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets, sellers of home-grown vegetables, and even chicken feathers and duck feathers.

After picking oil, salt and rice with Xiao Shuang'er, Fang Zhongshan was attracted by a small stall selling chickens and ducks, and stopped in his tracks, carrying a heavy package.

The owner of the stall is a middle-aged man who looks like he has experienced vicissitudes. When he saw Fang Zhongshan, he immediately stood up from the ground and asked with a smile, "What do you want to buy?"

"My little chickens and ducklings are well-known in this street. If you like them, just pack a few and go."

While talking, the middle-aged man quickly grabbed a few chicks and sent them to Fang Zhongshan.

Fang Zhongshan lowered his head, looked around carefully, and couldn't help frowning: "Do businessmen now treat customers as fools?"

"The few ones that were picked for me are very sick at first glance. I'm afraid they won't live long."

The face of the middle-aged man suddenly changed, and he stared fiercely at Fang Chongshan: "What nonsense are you talking about? Did your opponent come to pick a fight? Believe it or not, I will beat you up!"

Without the slightest fear, Fang Zhongshan raised his hand to pinch the middle-aged man's arm that was about to move, and smiled politely: "What? Are you going to be beaten to tell the truth these days?"

Although he was smiling, his eyes were extremely cold, and the strength of his hands almost crushed the bones of the middle-aged man's hands.

Not an easy person to provoke.

This impression flashed through the middle-aged man's mind quickly, and he quickly calmed down and politely said: "Guest, what you say is what you say, look at my pavement. Little Chick, how about you choose one yourself?"

Only then did Fang Chongshan let go, and turned his head to Jiang Ran, who was close to him, and said in a warm voice: "Come and pick a few, they can just be brought back to raise."

The yellow and fluffy cutie has already made Jiang Ranmeng dizzy. Hearing this, Xiao Shuang'er immediately squatted down and carefully picked out three or four lively little chubby chickens and little fat ducks. A few fluffy ones huddled together in a small bamboo basket, screaming non-stop.

Probably frightened by Fang Zhongshan's previous aura, the middle-aged man no longer dared to make wild quotations, but asked for forty copper coins in a regular manner, and finally sent this great god away.

Jiang Ran joyfully carried the small bamboo basket and walked for a long time before suddenly thinking of another important question: "But we don't grow vegetables at home, so what will we feed the chickens and ducks then?"

"Don't worry, these things are very easy to feed. At worst, go to the mountains to dig some earthworms and feed them to eat. If it's really impossible, put them on the mountains and let them find worms to eat by themselves."

When Jiang Ran heard this, she felt that this method was feasible, and she bent her eyes happily, and the dimples like a small wine cup sank deeply again.

Along the way, Fang Zhongshan once again felt the weak and crude cognition of food here.

Probably because of the extremely low living conditions, it is rare for people to eat a bite of meat. The price of raw meat in the shop is too expensive for ordinary people to afford. You can spend money at small stalls to buy some snacks with this kind of meatballs. , the right to be greedy.

Looking at the shops on this whole street, most of them are thick flour wrapped with a small ball of meat, either steamed or fried. Although it looks bad, but because of the meat, the customers who come to buy Quite a lot.

Jiang Ran smelled the aroma of meat and oil, couldn't hold it back for a while, and was greedy again. The stomach that had just filled three and a half soup dumplings yelled a few times inappropriately, which was clearly heard by Fang Zhongshan who was standing aside.

"..."

Xiao Shuang'er was so ashamed, her face turned red, she lowered her head and dared not speak, she wanted to cry in her heart: why is her stomach so unbearable!Such an edible little husband, what if Brother Zhongshan doesn't like it? !

"Why don't you buy more food?" Fang Zhongshan held back his smile and pointed to the nearest food stall, "I'm just hungry too, so I won't starve on the way back with a bowl of soup."

After buying things that were missing at home, and eating and drinking enough, Fang Zhongshan and Jiang Ran finally got on the last donkey cart before dark.

The little donkey's footsteps made the little chickens and ducklings huddle together in the car, trembling in fright.

Fang Zhongshan lay on the hard car floor, looking at the sunset glow in the sky, his eyes began to go blank.

After this period of transition, Fang Zhongshan has not fully accepted the fact that he fell off a cliff because of collecting herbs until now, and his soul passed into another world.

He has become the youngest son of the Fang family. Although the family is sometimes weird, they care about him and love him after all.

He also has a little husband, although he is an adult, he is still innocent, sweet and cute, and still has a childish temper.

Compared to being alone in his previous life, Fang Zhongshan feels that he is in the best state now.

It is certain that he will win the apprenticeship examination of Fengyun Drugstore, and the plan to sell gourmet snacks at a stall should also be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

As long as Fang Zhongshan thinks of the subsequent big business of making money, Fang Zhongshan is full of energy.

Fang Zhongshan calculated that the simple, easy-to-make and popular favorites in the market are not only barbecue but also hot pot skewers. If these two things can be made, I am afraid that the follow-up benefits will not be small.

However, due to the lack of supplies at the moment, Fang Zhongshan had been wandering the streets for a long time before he could not find any trace of chili peppers.

After asking Jiang Ran, I realized that there is no such thing as pepper in the southwest of Da'an.

"chili?"

Xiao Shuang'er thought it was strange that Brother Zhongshan asked, "What does spicy taste like? It makes your tongue numb and hurt? It doesn't sound like a good thing. I've never heard of it in Jiangcun."

Fang Zhongshan's ambitious gourmet business has not yet started, but he is stuck in the pepper.

Xiao Shuang'er was sensitively aware of Fang Chongshan's faint loss, and even spoke in a very low voice: "Brother Chongshan, don't be sad, it may be that I have been staying in Jiangcun all the time, and I have never heard of it because of my short experience. Go ask Uncle Lin tomorrow."

"Uncle Lin, he runs up the mountain every day, and he can deal with people outside. He must have seen a lot of things in the world. He might know what the pepper you are talking about is!"