Great Imperial Merchant

On the second day, Cheng Weizhe came over early to grab a bowl of noodles, and then took two men to walk around the streets looking for tea.

Yang Zhongyuan was still doing business in a moderate manner. This day was slightly better, but the passenger flow was still not as good as usual.

Because of Cheng Weizhe's return, Yang Zhongyuan also settled down. Taking advantage of the last wave of guests leaving in the evening, he was frying the shredded bamboo shoots while thinking about the previous events.

Cheng Weizhe hadn't come back yet, so Zhou Quanxu helped his son in the front shop: "Xiao Yuan, what are your plans for the business in the shop?"

The father and son really have a tacit understanding and think the same thing.

"Father, I was thinking about this too. The two of us are really biological." Yang Zhongyuan smiled and joked with his father while putting the dishes on the plate.

There is plenty of time today, he washed the fish and cut into pieces early, planning to cook a big pot of braised crucian carp.At this moment, the soup had dried up, Yang Zhongyuan lifted the lid from time to time to take a look, and when he was sure that it was almost done, he poked the corn tortilla sticking to the side of the pot with chopsticks to see if it was cooked.

Big pot fish stick pancakes are a famous dish along the coast. Sea fish is more delicious for this dish, but Danluo is not close to the sea, so it is not bad to use crucian carp.

"You child, you are as skinny as you were when you were a child." Zhou Quanxu put the dishes away, washed three sets of bowls and chopsticks and came out, then went back to the shop to stare at his son.

Yang Zhongyuan couldn't stand being stared at by him, and finally had to surrender: "Okay, Dad, I don't want to take revenge like them, and the methods are too low. But we can add a main meal."

Zhou Quanxu didn't understand Yang Zhongyuan's words at first, and it took him a long time to realize: "You mean, you also want to be a snitch?"

A faint smile appeared on Yang Zhongyuan's face. While looking at the firewood, he said: "Actually, those unrealistic rumors are temporary. You see, in just a few days, our business has gradually improved again." Dad, why do you think this is?"

Seeing his son's smug smile, Zhou Quanxu didn't understand, so he immediately praised him: "Because your craftsmanship is really here, and those rumors in the market are a bit exaggerated, so the diners calm down for a few days, and then they are greedy for our family. face."

Yang Zhongyuan nodded vigorously, and continued: "That's the reason. Because it's delicious, you miss it even if you don't eat it, so when the rumors fade away, diners will still come to the door. What do you think of Meng Ji's craftsmanship?"

Although Zhou Quanxu had never eaten Mengji, but thinking about the business in his shop, he replied, "It seems to be okay? Is it the level of home cooking?"

Sure enough, the evaluation marks of the father and son were the same, Yang Zhongyuan nodded again, and said: "Actually, their family's pranks are not bad, but compared with the four words of extremely delicious, there is a big gap. Meng Ji It has been able to take root here for so long, in fact, one reason is that the shop opened earlier, and many customers are used to the taste of their home. Another thing is that there is no second restaurant in this alley, and customers can only eat at his place. In the past Maybe, but the craftsmanship is definitely not as good as Meng Ji."

After Yang Zhongyuan finished speaking, he paused: "If the craftsmanship is really good, then no matter how big the storm outside is, you can still stand firm. Father, tell me, if I were a tiaotiao, would those diners come to my place? Come to eat?"

He spoke confidently and powerfully. Before Zhou Quanxu could answer, he listened to Cheng Weizhe's mellow voice from far to near: "That's natural. No matter what Xiao Yuan cooks, it tastes better than others."

Yang Zhongyuan turned around and saw that he had been out for a day, and his complexion was not bad, so he didn't want to ask him about the tea in front of his father, so he just said: "Yes, I will try my hand in these two days, and I will start selling it when it is ready. Tiaozi. I haven’t made it before, but I have eaten it, as long as I master the strength of the noodles and the heat of the side dishes. At that time, I will sell it cheaper than Mengji, and I don’t believe it will attract customers.”

In fact, he has repeatedly thought about it in the past few days, as long as his skills are here, his waist will not be soft at all.

Those gossips were only temporary, and when the storm passed, he would still be able to do his business.The same is true for Meng Ji.He doesn't know why the previous noodle shop left, but if he wants to have a prosperous business here, he must not shrink back.

What you are best at is drawing notes?Okay, then I will do this too, and let the diners judge who is delicious.

Once the diners are teased by him, even if he leaves in the future, Mengji's business will never recover.

Yang Zhongyuan lowered his head, not letting Cheng Weizhe and his father see his dark expression.He kept these words in his heart and dared not tell anyone.

Although he looks like a modest and polite young man now, in his bones, the personality of vindictiveness in his childhood has not dissipated.

Since Meng Ji's method is so low, he doesn't have to show mercy anymore.

After hearing this, Cheng Weizhe disapproved: "Xiao Yuan, you can sell as much as you want, and don't care about the rest."

"How can I do that? If you want others to come and taste it, there must be something cheap to find." Yang Zhongyuan nodded secretly as he smelled the salty and sweet taste of the crucian carp in the cauldron.

Cheng Weizhe smiled at him, and said mysteriously: "Trust me, you can get as much as you want, and I will find a way for you."

Yang Zhongyuan was taken aback, and felt a little embarrassed for a while: "You know everything? Your shop is busy, so I didn't want to tell you."

Seeing him like that, Cheng Weizhe felt very helpless, but he still said: "What else do we two have to see? Your story is so messed up in the alley, I don't know if I don't know. Xiao Yuan, I am the signboard of Meng Ji I’ve eaten it all, as long as you do it with peace of mind, it’s not a bad thing.”

The outside naturally didn't know what was going on inside, only Yang Zhongyuan and Zhou Quanxu knew it well, but Cheng Weizhe said it so plainly, Yang Zhongyuan also had to say: "I admire, Ah Zhe is smart. "

As soon as he spoke, Yang Zhongyuan took out all the fish that had been stewed for half an afternoon, and neatly stacked the pancakes on the plate, and asked Cheng Weizhe to bring them to the dining table.

In order to eat fish for himself this time, Yang Zhongyuan specially vacated the pot early and used a large pot to stew it.He also used two small red peppers to stir-fry the fish, which smelled a little spicy.

The big pot of fish pays attention to the mixing of ingredients. There are both fish and tortillas in one pot. The aromas of the two ingredients are mixed together, which is surprisingly harmonious.When you eat it, if you use the crispy tortilla to dip the fish soup, the taste is simply wonderful.

Cheng Weizhe ran away for a day, and he would not let it go when he saw such delicious food. He grabbed the pancake and just took a bite, and then said "delicious, delicious".

Every time Zhou Quanxu saw the two of them quarreling over food, he was very happy, so he didn't stop him when he saw it, and just said: "Xiao Zhe, eat slowly, be careful not to choke."

Yang Zhongyuan's eating speed is not slow, and he even hurt him by saying: "Nothing."

"I'm worthless, and it's not because you're so good at cooking." Cheng Weizhe ate a pancake, and finally felt comfortable all over, so he was free to return his mouth.

The fish that Cheng Weizhe brought back was not too big, but fortunately, it was meaty and fat, and it was just right for the three of them to eat.Yang Zhongyuan thought that Cheng Weizhe would be running outside all the time these days, so he posted a few more pancakes so that he could satisfy his hunger all the time.

After the family had dinner with He Lele, Zhou Quanxu went out to throw out the trash to digest food, leaving Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe at home alone.

Yang Zhongyuan had been busy all day, so he could take a break.He picked two big peaches, sat at the dining table and carefully cut them.

When he cuts peaches, he doesn't simply cut them in half, but cuts them into bunny shapes with a knife, which looks very cute.

After Cheng Weizhe finished washing the dishes, he leaned over to watch him put the cut rabbit peaches into the white porcelain plate, and sighed again: "You said you eat a peach, and it's over if you don't eat it. It takes so much effort...although it's pretty pretty."

Yang Zhongyuan glanced up at him, and before his father came back, he asked him, "Have you got the tea?"

Cheng Weizhe kept poking the pointed rabbit ears with a small fork: "I asked several companies, and there is no new tea for this year yet, but I'm not in a hurry."

Seeing him playing with food, Yang Zhongyuan reached out and patted the back of his hand: "How do you say it?"

Cheng Weizhe threw the peach that had been poked so hard that he couldn't see it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed, then raised his eyes and smiled: "The Cheng family's ancestors were rice merchants, and now my second uncle is in charge, Los Angeles County My family’s rice shop also exists in a relatively remote town, and in order to increase profits, they also do some oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea business, but these are not the main business.”

His voice was low and mellow, his expression was confident and determined, and he spoke in a leisurely manner, as if it was not a big deal that his shop would run out of goods.

Suddenly, Cheng Weizhe leaned into Yang Zhongyuan's ear and said, "Tell me, at this time, the Cheng family has bought so much new tea, where are they going to sell it?"

"Hmm." Yang Zhongyuan was startled by him, his hand trembled, and he accidentally scratched the back of his hand with a knife.

At this moment, the sky has darkened, and the moon hangs in the sky like a silver plate. The moonlight fills the courtyard, showing the red mark on Yang Zhongyuan's hand clearly.

Cheng Weizhe didn't know that he would have such a big reaction, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately grabbed his hand, stuck out his tongue and licked off the long bloodstain.

Yang Zhongyuan watched his movements in a daze, and then his face turned red into the sunset glow.

He tried his best to withdraw his hand, but Cheng Weizhe grabbed him tightly, unable to move at all.

"Hey," Yang Zhongyuan should have been confident at the moment, but he didn't know why he couldn't speak for a long time, "You..."

Cheng Weizhe licked off the blood on his hand, and carefully looked at his wound under the moonlight. Fortunately, the knife used to peel the fruit was not too sharp, and Yang Zhongyuan only made a shallow cut on the back of his hand. It may take two or three days. Can scab heal.

"Oh, it's all my fault. Don't open your business tomorrow, go out with me." Cheng Weizhe held his hand, staring into his eyes and said earnestly.

Yang Zhongyuan felt that his whole body was going to burn. He didn't dare to look into Cheng Weizhe's eyes, so he just lowered his head and said, "Well, what's the matter...it's okay."

It was rare for Cheng Weizhe to see that he didn't resist him, and he was very happy. He laughed softly and said, "Come with me, huh? There is someone who wants you to meet too."

His voice was really irresistible. Yang Zhongyuan lowered his head and silently stared at the clasped hands of the two.

He worked for years when he was young, and later learned to be a cook. He always had some light-colored scars on his hands, either from being burned by oil, or accidentally scratched when using a flower knife. In short, his hands looked fine from a distance, but looked like scars up close. Tired.

But Cheng Weizhe's hands are delicate and smooth. He has never done rough work, as if he was born to hold a pen, clean, slender and white.

But such two hands, holding each other together, looked very suitable.

Yang Zhongyuan didn't know if this was a fantasy in his own mind or it should have been like this, so he just nodded in the end and agreed softly: "Okay."