Great Imperial Merchant

A bowl of silver noodles with chicken soup that is full of flavor and color. The base soup should be a year-old native chicken. First, chop it into inch pieces, boil it in water to remove the blood, then boil it with green onion and ginger, then turn to low heat and simmer for half an hour, then add Season with salt, just simmer for a while on low heat, and the flavor will be ready.

The noodles need to be beaten with water and eggs, and then stretched into noodles as thin as embroidery needles. Then, yam, wolfberry, shiitake mushrooms, etc. are added, and they are cooked together in chicken broth.

Cheng Weizhe looked at the bowl of noodles twisted into a round button in front of him. The chicken soup was clear and light in color, and three or two goji berries on the tip of the noodles embellished the rare spring feeling. The new season small rapeseed that spirals into a circle.There are also chopped coriander floating in the soup, like the end of March when the spring breeze blows, bringing bursts of peach blossom fragrance.

Yang Zhongyuan was a little nervous. This was different from the food he usually eats at home. If he wanted to use it to attract diners, he had to do his best to keep his small noodle restaurant open steadily.

He looked into Cheng Weizhe's eyes, and saw that he seemed to be in a daze, but after a while, he saw him take a deep breath and use chopsticks to break up the perfect point of the face.

For a moment, the noodles and soup swayed gently and shallowly, like a magnificent dream in a spring afternoon.

Cheng Weizhe looked up at Yang Zhongyuan, he picked up a piece of chopstick noodles, and sucked it into his mouth without hesitation.

The noodles are very strong. If you taste them carefully, you can feel the taste of eggs. Because the noodles are very delicate, the chicken soup has a deep taste. Just chew it lightly, and it will leave your lips and teeth fragrant.

Cheng Weizhe couldn't help but took another big mouthful. With thin shredded chicken and rapeseed, all the umami flavors of a bowl of noodles were brought to the extreme. Porcelain sea bowl, gulp gulp down the soup.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

After eating a bowl of noodles, I feel that the air is still echoing with the ultimate umami taste of chicken soup, and it seems that there are mushrooms and yams in it, playing a light boat tune.

Yang Zhongyuan stared at him like this and quickly ate up a bowl of noodles. Seeing that he was silent after eating, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. His thumb rubbed his ring finger unconsciously, and his breathing gradually slowed down.

However, Cheng Weizhe raised his head suddenly. There were many things Yang Zhongyuan couldn't understand in his eyes, but he only heard him say: "Xiao Yuan, with your craftsmanship, even Mingzhenlou is probably better than nine out of ten."

Yang Zhongyuan was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that the Mingzhenlou he was talking about was the most famous century-old restaurant in Danluo, and Sulai was famous for its pasta.

With just this simple sentence, all the tension on Yang Zhongyuan's body suddenly disappeared. He was slightly relieved, and asked with a smile: "Is it so delicious?"

Cheng Weizhe nodded vigorously, and said a little excitedly: "Really Xiao Yuan, your skills are not even comparable to Mingzhenlou's Sixixiang Noodles."

Hearing him praise himself so hard, Yang Zhongyuan, who has never been embarrassed since birth, rarely blushed.Although he had no choice but to go to the Imperial Dining Room at that time, his culinary skills were something he sincerely wanted to study.

Those simple ingredients can be turned into mouth-watering delicacies through seasoning, accessories, heat, etc. This is the most magical part of cooking.As a person who has eaten royal meals, he is confident that he can stand on a very high starting point, and then climb to the top step by step.

"It's fine if you like it, that's it, are you full?" Yang Zhongyuan took the empty bowl in front of him and put it directly into a large wooden basin on the ground, where there was warm water mixed with a little soda noodles, so that he could Clean the bowl when you have time.

"I'm full, four or two sides. If I'm not too full, I can have another half bowl of soup." Cheng Weizhe said, walking towards the stove.

He wanted to help Yang Zhongyuan wash the bowl, but he was stopped: "I'm full, write a few big characters for me."

Yang Zhongyuan took out a piece of red paper for writing Spring Festival couplets from the cupboard, handed it to Cheng Weizhe, and said helplessly: "I've been very busy these days, so I don't have any pen and ink. Go back to the shop and help me write a few words. Just come back."

Cheng Weizhe took it and asked him: "This is very simple, what should I write?"

Yang Zhongyuan wiped the not-so-dirty stove with a rag, and said, "You write, it's open today, and you can enjoy a bowl of silver noodles in chicken soup for free from Chenshi to Xushi. Welcome."

Cheng Weizhe raised his eyebrows and said, "Today is all for nothing? Boss Xiao Yang is so proud!"

Yang Zhongyuan smiled and pushed him out the door, then turned around and cooked two bowls of noodles for himself and his father.

He knows that the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, but the smell of wine has to be diffused, isn't it?So it still attracts diners to taste the taste first. If it tastes good, it is delicious, and if it is not good, it is not good.If you don't like it, it's worth giving away a bowl for free.

He carefully calculated the cost of this bowl of noodles. The new season's noodles cost [-] cents a catty. Adding four eggs to a catty of noodles and water can make a catty and a half of noodles. A bowl of noodles only costs three taels. Eggs and a bowl of noodles cost four Wen, not counting the effort he took.

The base soup generally uses two live chickens weighing three to four catties, usually 130 renminbi, including yam, wolfberry, shiitake mushrooms, vegetables and firewood, and the soup base costs about [-] renminbi a day. Baiwen must be spent.

Yang Zhongyuan has inquired that most of the food stalls in the north are not too expensive. The noodles in clear soup are about ten yuan, and those with good ingredients are more expensive, but the top day is only twenty yuan. His bowl of noodles is quite enough. Yes, it was made with the freshest ingredients. After thinking about it, he decided to sell a bowl of [-] Wen.

If his business is not good that day, even if he only sells thirty bowls of noodles, it will not be considered a loss.

Of course, the rent and time-consuming are naturally not included, and labor... He is also idle, so it can be ignored.

Thirty bowls... With his craftsmanship, it should be no problem.Yang Zhongyuan thought about it, but decided not to think about it anymore. He first prepared a big bowl of noodles for his father and father, and then went to the backyard to call his father to have breakfast in a hurry.

Zhou Quanxu was sitting in the small kitchen in the backyard decocting medicine. Ever since Yang Zhongyuan became more and more busy, Zhou Quanxu had to take care of the work of decocting medicine by himself. Show me the medicine jar, it’s better for me to do it myself, it’s not like dad can’t get out of bed anymore, you don’t have to be so nervous, it’s interesting to do something.”

Yang Zhongyuan has the last thing to do with him, he can only do what he says.One decoction can last four days, but he is not too tired, so he can only tell him: "Father, you must eat the medicine well, and when you recover, I still expect you to work for me."

Zhou Quanxu knew that he was joking, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "You child, father will take medicine well."

Because it was still early, the father and son comfortably ate a large bowl of hot noodle soup. With Cheng Weizhe as the foundation, Yang Zhongyuan was no longer so nervous, but after waiting for his father to take a few bites, he still couldn't help asking: "Dad, Is it tasty?"

After all, this is the first time for his son to start a business, and the noodles are indeed very authentic. Zhou Quanxu knew that his son was nervous, so he only smiled and comforted him: "I have a deep feeling for your craftsmanship these days, Xiao Yuan, you have to be more confident , you know, in the past... you served all... right? Dad thinks it's very delicious, and the diners will think so too."

His father's words are quite reasonable, although it was not his turn to cook in the imperial dining room before, but his cooking skills were taught by the imperial chef himself, how could he be so bad?

Thinking of this, Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help but straighten his waist, and quickly ate his bowl of noodles.

After the father and son had eaten, Zhou Quanxu thought for a while and said, "Xiao Yuan, why don't I sit in the shop and collect money for you when you are busy, so I can find something to do."

In fact, he used to be a restless person. Because Yang Zhongyuan didn't come back a few years ago, he thought about his son day and night, and he didn't have the heart to do anything else. Now that his son is back, life has a bright future, so he naturally feels that day and night Not a good time to pass.

But he was weak and still ill, Yang Zhongyuan refused to ask him to do more work, so after working hard for three days, he brought up the matter when his son was in a good mood.

Although it is to save his son some effort, there is indeed something to do. This shop not only has the expectation of Yang Zhongyuan alone, but actually also belongs to him.

No matter whether you can make money or not, and no matter whether your reputation is good or bad, as long as your family is harmonious and beautiful, you can live hard for the future and work hard to make money together, that is the best thing.What's more, with his son's craftsmanship, this shop is definitely not bad. Zhou Quanxu sincerely hopes that in the future, boss Xiao Yang will bring back the confidence and publicity that his son has lost for a long time.

This is the most precious thing he has almost lost for more than ten years.

Yang Zhongyuan saw that his father's eyes were filled with anticipation, so he finally let go: "Okay, the shop doesn't charge money today. I will ask Dr. Li tomorrow. If he agrees, then I will trouble my father."

Although it is still necessary to ask the doctor, Zhou Quanxu knew that his health was not that bad, and it was impossible for Dr. Li to refuse his proposal, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and took out a book from the room with a smile. After reading a book, he picked up the health-preserving tea prepared by his son, and sat alone under the eaves of the back house to read the book honestly.

Yang Zhongyuan was about to chat with his father, but Cheng Weizhe called him: "Xiao Yuan, come out, where is the sticker?"

So he ran out quickly, all the way out of the front of the shop, and went to Cheng Weizhe's side to read the big characters written by him.

Cheng Weizhe used lower case this time, and a series of signature characters were well written, with a bit of a bookish feel.Yang Zhongyuan unfolded it and saw that it was written with the words he instructed, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "Thank you, Boss Xiaocheng, you will come to eat noodles in the future, and you will not be charged."

Cheng Weizhe glanced at him, turned over the back of the large characters and asked him to apply rice paste. Yang Zhongyuan had already made the rice paste, and it was very sticky now. After he had covered the red paper tightly, Cheng Weizhe posted it high on the shop. Right on the doorpost in the middle.

This shop has two windows and four doors, the stove on the right is just under the window, the pot of chicken soup is warmed in the stove, and passers-by can smell the delicious smell, and the four doors in the middle are naturally all open , a red piece of paper is pasted on it, and those who can read and write will naturally take a curious look at it.

Although Daliang has added many new schools in recent years, there are still many people whose children cannot afford to read and there are not many literate people. Yang Zhongyuan posted this just to attract the attention of literate diners. There are one or two. It doesn't take much effort.

After the two of them finished their work, the sky gradually brightened up. Orange beams burst out from the clouds in the east, indicating that the sun was about to rise.

Almost in the blink of an eye, people's voices suddenly began to be heard in this small alley.

Yang Zhongyuan stood at the door of the shop, looking at the gradually increasing number of people, he opened his mouth and shouted: "The noodle shop is open, it's free today, come and try."

He used to be a roll caller in the Imperial Dining Room, with a loud and powerful voice that can be heard clearly from a distance, Cheng Weizhe was almost taken aback by him, and looked at him for a moment but was a little funny .

Ever since Yang Zhongyuan came back, his behavior was so novel and interesting that Cheng Weizhe felt that he couldn't help staring at him, as if hoping to see more of him.

He doesn't know whether this is good or not, but he knows that no matter what Yang Zhongyuan looks like, he will never forget the naughty him when he was a child, but he will not feel that the outstanding young man in front of him is a stranger.

As long as he looks at Yang Zhongyuan, he feels that more than ten years have passed, he is still him, and he is still him.

Yang Zhongyuan was peddling in the street with a loud voice, some passers-by stopped and some hurried, Cheng Weizhe ran out to light a long thousand zhang red with him, amidst the crackling of firecrackers, a middle-aged man came over hesitantly and asked : "Excuse me, can I eat a bowl of noodles for free today?"

"Yes, yes!" Yang Zhongyuan blushed immediately with a smile. He asked the guests to sit down and said loudly, "Chicken soup and silver noodles, just a bowl."