Wang Baochuan, the foodie of time travel

Wang Baochuan's steamed stuffed buns have become very popular since they were discovered by Ji Haoyabole. Every day, girls who admire Ji Haoya flock to her from all over the world to buy steamed buns. No matter how high the price is, a steamed stuffed bun has risen from 5 Wen to Qiwen still couldn't wipe out their enthusiasm for eating buns, which made Wang Baochuan have to lament that the power of idols is really strong.

Later, everyone who had eaten Wang Baochuan’s steamed stuffed bun thought it was delicious. Although it was not a unique delicacy in the world, seeing so many people queuing up to buy it every day, they felt that it would be a disadvantage not to buy one.

Chang'an's after-dinner hot topic list was replaced by Wang's steamed stuffed buns. Many people began to research what the dark stuff inside was, what made Wang's steamed stuffed buns so delicious, and many steamed cake sellers came to Wang Baochuan's house Learn to ask.

There are many officials in Chang'an. Through word of mouth, everyone knows about Wang's buns, so Wang's buns have become a fashion among princes and nobles.

Back then, when Ji Haoya's romantic reputation first spread, it became popular for him to tie his hair back with a gold inlaid jade belt. Now, it has become a fashion for him to buy Wang's steamed stuffed buns in alleys.This made Wang Baochuan feel that to be popular is to create a topic, no wonder there is a scandal before the release of a star's new work, isn't this the celebrity effect that increases the added value of the product?

Later, many princes and sons also came to buy buns. Every day, she carried a basket of buns to Zhu'er Street in Qinglongfang to sell, and they were always sold out.

Although Wang Baochuan earned back her own rent in three days from making steamed buns, she has never been someone who is easily satisfied by these petty profits.

Back then when she was in a foreign company, relying on her ability to speak two foreign languages, she dared to explore overseas markets as a person who had never done business before, and her performance has always been excellent. Many colleagues who joined the company with her but were complacent envy.

But now, even if she can only sell buns here, she is not only thinking about selling out these buns every day, but also thinking about how to sell more buns and develop more industries.

She asked the old man selling bamboo ware that the custom-made bamboo steamer had been finished. When she saw the finished product, she admired the old man's craftsmanship. As her buns became more and more popular, her need for tools became urgent. Immediately paid another 50 Wen, and ordered 5 more.

In the past two days, she had sold steamed buns and wandered around the Langfang market in Chang'an City, and found that there were many stoves selling stoves, which were the kind of stoves that could be carried on the road to burn firewood. This was good news for her. It means that she can prepare more ingredients and cook on the spot without worrying that the buns will get cold.

I went to the iron shop to buy a cooking stove, and I specially ordered one with a pot on it, which was big enough for a steamer. No one else had seen her steamer before, which made her more recognizable in the crowd.

People in Chang'an City are proud of having eaten Wang's buns. Later, no one knew why Wang's buns became popular. Can not meet the full length of Anren.

At this time, Wang Baochuan had already begun to plan to increase manpower.

However, the increasing popularity of Wang Baochuan and her buns has also attracted the attention of some officials in Jingzhao Prefecture.

You know, a living person appeared in a certain place for no reason. For the ancient people, there were only two situations for that person. Those who came through time travel were either exiles. There are too few, so a guy like Wang Baochuan who sells steamed buns is very conspicuous.

That night, Wang Baochuan was preparing dried tofu at home when he heard someone knocking on the door. A guy with a lantern was startled.

"How many people live here?" The person in the front was wearing what looked like an official uniform, with a Tang knife on his waist. Xue Pinggui was startled when he saw it, and wanted to run away, but was grabbed by a man who looked like a military officer. Stop, there are three people behind him, one of them Wang Baochuan has seen, that is the lame three who participated in the tasting after she made the first batch of buns.

"Wuhou shop, take out your household registration documents or hand certificates."

Wang Baochuan was confused when he heard this, but Xue Pinggui took out something similar to a deed from somewhere in his arms, and handed it to the person who claimed to be Wuhoupu.

The official looked at the so-called household registration document, then turned his gaze to Wang Baochuan, and asked her in a rough voice, "Hey, what are you doing in a daze, where's yours?!"

Wang Baochuan thought, did the relationship meet the account checker?

She had never encountered such a thing before, so she stuttered and didn't know how to answer.

"Speak up!" The official spit on her face, Wang Baochuan touched her face and said, "Eh, I didn't..."

The official was very ruthless, and sneered, "Hmph, there are people like you who escape taxation these days. Since there is no household registration certificate, come with me."

Wang Baochuan didn't dare to resist, silently glanced at Xue Pinggui, who was gloating beside him, and walked away with the official with his head down.

The place she went to was a very simple one-story house. She was taken to a room with only a few broken mats, followed the official and said, "Report to him your name, place of origin, rank, etc. .”

grade?Wang Baochuan was confused, and he wasn't playing games, level?So am I considered a life professional chef player?

Although she pretended to be relaxed in her heart, the current atmosphere really made her not relaxed.

One after another, some people who also did not have registered permanent residence were brought in, and everyone sat on broken mats.

A person holding a lamp sat on a low table in front of him. There were some people in front of Wang Baochuan. They went to register one by one. Wang Baochuan sat in line. Girl, what should I do when encountering such a thing as being checked?At this moment, she suddenly missed those small advertisements for certificates posted on the telephone poles.

The writer claimed to be Zhao Jiulang, and Wang Baochuan felt that his mother must be in good health to give birth to so many babies.Swallowing, she didn't know anything except she could answer that her name was Wang Baochuan.

"I tell you, if you tell the truth, you will only be fined 200 Wen, and if you are not, you will be fined 1000 Wen."

Wang Baochuan said with a bitter face, "My lord, I really don't have that much money."

"So I ask you to tell the truth." Zhao Jiulang smiled kindly, but it seemed like he was carrying a knife in his stomach.

The two talked for a long time, and finally Wang Baochuan left his name and paid what is said to be the so-called tax.

Damn, it's simply stealing, shameless, inexplicable, violent law enforcement, and a lackey of capitalism!Looking at the empty cuff, Wang Baochuan thought angrily that although she was living in a feudal society now, she believed that Zhou Paipi should be the common dross of all human beings.

When the penniless Wang Baochuan came home, Xue Pinggui was picking his teeth on the mat and laying the dried tofu on the board. The dried tofu was gone, but the cloth wrapping it was still there.

Wang Baochuan turned back angrily and asked Xue Pinggui, "Did you eat it?!"

Xue Pinggui pointed to the mouse that came in from the corner and said, "You made a mistake, it's it." Then he hiccupped and let out a smell of tofu.

Wang Baochuan got angry now, and strangled his neck, desperately trying to dig out the dried tofu in his stomach.

"Let go of me, what are you doing!" Xue Pinggui struggled desperately and escaped Wang Baochuan's grasp when he was one step away from dying. He touched the neck that was pinched by Wang Baochuan and said, "You just say you It's fine if I'm the daughter of the Xiangfu."

Wang Baochuan glanced at him, and calmly stated, "I'm not anymore."

"But your household registration should still be there, right?" Xue Pinggui has been thinking these days, when the Prime Minister's Mansion will send someone to pick up this woman, and then as her man, he will be able to live a prosperous and prosperous life But he waited and waited and didn't come, which was much worse than what he expected.

"Does it have something to do with you?" Wang Baochuan raised an eyebrow and asked him.

"I'm your husband-in-law anyway." Xue Pinggui replied very confidently, although it was insubstantial and nameless.

"Hehe, I remember, my name doesn't appear on your household registration certificate."

"If you want, I can add it." Xue Pinggui felt that it was just a few strokes.

"After adding it, let me raise it without doing anything?" Wang Baochuan has a deep understanding of his way of thinking that marrying a wife is equivalent to marrying a servant + mother + cook + money-making machine.

"Otherwise, why should I marry you?"

Wang Baochuan spread her hands, you see, she didn't bother to talk to this kind of person who has more functions of moving and handling than mud.

Today, Wang Baochuan, who is penniless, sits helplessly in front of the door in a daze. If this continues, she may be forced to sell herself, and then she will become the hardest time-traveling woman, from a noble daughter of a prime minister to a commoner. Finally, he was forced to sell himself for naturalization.

The sun rose as usual every day. On the second day, people who wanted to buy Wang’s steamed stuffed buns couldn’t wait for the hot steamed stuffed buns. A curious person went to Wang Baochuan’s house to inquire, and saw Wang Baochuan sitting on the mat at home with disheveled hair in a daze , the stove was cold, and the basket was empty. The man looked at Wang Baochuan and asked, "Little lady, are you still selling buns today?"

Wang Baochuan raised his head, his eyes glazed over, and he didn't know if he was facing the person or the air and shook his head.

After the man had finished his inquiries, he rushed back to Qinglong Square with the first-hand news, saying, "Wang's steamed stuffed buns have closed down, and Wang's steamed stuffed buns are out of print!"

Surprised and regretted by everyone, this matter evolved into many different versions. Later, although Wang Baochuan stopped making steamed buns, there was a kind of steamed stuffed bun that looked very similar to Wang’s, but it sold Tu’s stuffed with dog meat. The bun instantly turned red again.

Wang Baochuan felt that time was changing so fast. Seeing the Tushi steamed stuffed buns all over the street made her feel abandoned. The changes in the food industry were actually not much different from those in the entertainment industry.

The decline of Wang’s steamed buns and the rise of Tu’s steamed stuffed buns are just like Songji’s spicy crabs, which turned into Xuyi’s thirteen-flavored crayfish in just a few days, and then changed into the villager’s grilled fish. The truth is the same, food, no matter what time it is, is something that is easy to change with the taste, but people, from the root of the tongue to the tip of the tongue, are so fond of the new and dislike the old.