Great Imperial Merchant

After the affirmation of his family the night before, Yang Zhongyuan finally decided to start selling tiaozi when he opened on the second day.

He got up early to prepare noodles, because he wanted to sell half of the strips and chicken soup silver noodles, so he only used one chicken, which saved a lot of trouble in handling.

Danluo's summer morning is still very cool, Jinwu is still hiding in the clouds and refuses to come out, the breeze has also exerted a little force, and Yang Zhongyuan's face is full of smiles.

No matter how annoying things are, as long as he starts preparing ingredients for cooking, he feels happy.

When he was young, he was not very sensible. He felt that the food seemed to be blown by the strong wind, and he could enjoy the best food without spending a single cent. Later, he met Emperor Ruijia. After the two got acquainted, he heard him tell many stories about Shangyu.

That was the first time he knew that many people in the world did not have enough to eat, and that many people had to work hard to get food.

Later, he went to the imperial dining room, and felt for the first time what it was like to be hungry and not have enough to eat.It was really painful, he obviously tried his best to do all the work well, but the Omiya people said no, he still couldn't get any food.

After a hard day, he could only drink water to get by. At night, he felt hungry and flustered. At that time, he thought that if he could eat happily every time in the future, he must make the best things for himself and let himself eat. to the extreme.

At that time, his simplest wish has all come true now.What's more, he can also let others eat the delicacies he made, with satisfied and joyful smiles on their faces.

This is the achievement mentioned in the book. Although he only opened a small noodle shop, he is working hard for his dream.

Nothing could be happier than this.

Yang Zhongyuan processed the ingredients quickly in his hands, and a kitchen knife was used like a dragon-slaying sword, and it shone coldly from a distance.Occasionally, a neighbor passed by, and he would ask him: "Little boss, your knife skills are too powerful."

At this time, Yang Zhongyuan would stop, and then said with a smile: "Morning, today there is a new Latiaozi, the price is the same as silver noodles, if you like this one, you might as well try it. "

Hearing that he was also going to be a tiaozi, many familiar neighbors were happy at first, but then hesitated.

We have been together as neighbors for many years. No one knows Meng Tiao's stingy personality. Yang Zhongyuan is uncomfortable opening a noodle shop, let alone specializing in his special skill.

But after all, they are all neighbors, whether it is Meng Tiao or Yang Zhongyuan, they can't favor one another, so most of them hesitated for a moment, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing, just encouraged Yang Zhongyuan: "Little boss, if you are free, you must Come here to cheer on you."

Yang Zhongyuan also smiled and didn't say much.When it was Mao Shizheng, he saw that the sky outside was gradually getting brighter, so he started to stretch out the stretched noodles, and then turned on the stove.

The passenger flow outside gradually increased, Yang Zhongyuan suppressed the fire, and wanted to go to the door to yell a few times.

In order to do business, there is no need to be shameless, and he didn't think there was anything shameful about standing on the street and yelling, but just as he walked to the door, he saw Cheng Weizhe coming out of the tea shop with a bamboo basket hanging in his arm.

Tea shops don't serve three meals a day, so they usually open at the beginning of the sun. Cheng Weizhe seldom got up so early before, presumably because he has something to do today.

Seeing him coming, Yang Zhongyuan hurriedly boiled water in the pot: "What do you want to eat? Both of them are fast, do you still have to go out today?"

Cheng Weizhe shook his head, not letting him busy with breakfast: "Didn't there be two bowls of noodles left from yesterday? I'll just eat that."

"I got up early to eat, and I'll cook new ones for you, soon." Yang Zhongyuan replied bluntly.

Cheng Weizhe felt as if his heart was blossoming when he heard this, and felt his whole body was filled with warm spring light. He put the basket on the most conspicuous table at the door of the shop, then came over and rubbed Yang Zhongyuan's head vigorously: "OK Now, where can you eat two bowls of noodles early in the morning, bring them out to me quickly, and call me after you fry the toppings."

Yang Zhongyuan was not angry when he directly exposed the lie. He just smiled and warmed up the oil, and put the beef into the pot first.

He was earnestly frying toppings, but suddenly he heard Cheng Weizhe yelling at the top of his voice: "Come on, come on, the new Shui Tiaozi Cold Noodles, eat a bowl and get a pack of Cheng Ji's new Xia Dan green melon seeds, it's affordable, delicious and delicious .”

You know, he put this bag of melon seeds in the store, and it will sell for two copper coins.Most of the diners passing by were attracted by his move, and asked about the price of the note.

Cheng Weizhe is also a businessman who has been in business for many years, so his words and actions are naturally very appropriate. Seeing that people are interested, he hastily said loudly: "The price is the same as chicken soup and silver silk noodles. The ingredients are delicious, and there are good gifts. Come and try it." The noodle shop pulls the sliver, so I’m sure you’ll want to eat it after eating it.”

As if cooperating with him, as Cheng Weizhe's words fell, Yang Zhongyuan lifted the ingredients into the air by tossing the pot. The red, yellow, green and green ingredients drew a beautiful arc, and the last one fell into the pot.

All the diners present were so attracted by his actions that they forgot to continue asking Cheng Weizhe, and one uncle even shouted "Okay" loudly!

Cheng Weizhe thought it was funny, but was overwhelmed by Yang Zhongyuan's unique skills. His thoughts surged for a while, and he continued to yell: "Exclusive teasing, it's delicious, and the melon seeds are only available today and tomorrow. Come and taste it!"

In addition to the melon seeds, Yang Zhongyuan’s note is really affordable, and most passers-by have seen Yang Zhongyuan’s craftsmanship, and the earlier rumors have been gradually forgotten by them. At that moment, someone approached the shop and raised his voice: “Little Boss, give me a note."

Yang Zhongyuan hurriedly replied: "Okay, just wait a moment, and the good noodles will come."

Thanks to Cheng Weizhe's help, Yang Zhongyuan's business returned to the previous level in the morning, even vaguely better than before.Although eating noodle soup in summer is sweaty, it is a bit hot after all.But a plate of cold noodles is cool enough for those who can eat it. With Yang Zhongyuan's special side dishes, after eating the noodles, drink a bowl of noodle soup, which is very comfortable.

What's more, just by smelling the smell, everyone knows that Yang Zhongyuan's teasing is much more authentic than Mengji's.

When the last diner left, Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe found a bench together, sat back to back and took a breath.

"Today is really busy." Cheng Weizhe counted the remaining melon seeds in the basket, and said, "Oh, Xiao Yuan, I sold [-] bowls early in the morning. Do the math, and if you add the noodle soup, it will cost you three hours in the morning. Ten bowls."

Yang Zhongyuan thought about it carefully, and then praised him: "Azhe is really smart, and his calculations are not bad at all."

Cheng Weizhe raised his head and lightly touched Yang Cosco's.

"By the way, how much does the melon seeds cost?" Yang Zhongyuan stretched out his hand to compare the number, and asked him, "I'll just give you this much, okay?"

Cheng Weizhe grabbed his hand: "If you say it again, I'm going to beat you up."

Knowing that he refused to take it, Yang Zhongyuan chuckled and thanked him in a low voice: "Azhe, thank you."

Cheng Weizhe took his hand and shook it: "I also want to make my own tea, let's make money together, okay?"

"Okay, everything you said is fine." Yang Zhongyuan's voice was rare and gentle.

They were head to head, back to back, and the hands hanging by their sides were tightly clasped together. From a distance, they seemed to be a very loving couple.

"Xiao Yuan?" Cheng Weizhe suddenly called Yang Zhongyuan's name.

"En?" Yang Zhongyuan replied with a smile on his face, making a nasal sound.

"Xiao Yuan." Cheng Weizhe called him again.

"En." Yang Zhongyuan still smiled.

"That's nice, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's great."

When Zhou Quanxu finished washing his clothes and tidying up the house and came to help Yang Zhongyuan collect his lunch money, he couldn't help being shocked by the overcrowded shop.He walked up to his son and asked him in a low voice: "Latiaozi tastes so much better than Mengji? Today's business is really good, kid, I don't know how to wake me up earlier to help you."

Yang Zhongyuan stretched out his chin and ticked Cheng Weizhe, saying: "Thanks to Ah Zhe's idea this time, with his help, we can get there."

Seeing his son's expression became more and more peaceful, Zhou Quanxu's heart finally fell to the ground. He hurried over to pour a glass of water for Cheng Weizhe who was shouting vigorously, and then shared his work of collecting money and giving melon seeds.

"Azhe, thank you very much, uncle." Taking advantage of Yang Zhongyuan's inattention, Zhou Quanxu hurriedly thanked him.

Cheng Weizhe laughed in a low voice, his voice was different from the usual mellow, it was hoarse: "Uncle Quan, I think you can also see my thoughts, you have been as meticulous and considerate to me as you are to Xiao Yuan these days, I I know it in my heart. From now on, we will be a family, so you should stop saying thank you, speaking of it, it should be me who should thank you."

His voice was low and hoarse, but Zhou Quanxu's sincerity and gratitude could be heard in Zhou Quanxu's ears.

Zhou Quanxu sighed, and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, it seems that the time is almost here, don't shout, and uncle Huihui will make you some throat tea, so that you won't be speechless tomorrow."

Cheng Weizhe smiled, didn't insist anymore, and went to the noodle shop to help Yang Zhongyuan clean the table.

Perhaps it was because the noodles made by Yang Zhongyuan were really delicious, or maybe it was the benefits that made the neighbors excited. In short, Yang Zhongyuan counted and sold more than 80 bowls of noodles in one day. He washed two large bowls of noodles in the morning and noon alone. Although it was a little less at night, it was still much more than the previous few days.

He really didn't expect the business to come back, even better than before.

Yang Zhongyuan was happy in his heart, and he also had a smile on his face while washing the dishes, as if he didn't feel tired.

But Zhou Quanxu and Cheng Weizhe couldn't hold it anymore, one was lying under the eaves, the other was lying on the dining table, too tired to speak.

It's not that Yang Zhongyuan is not tired, but he has been used to being busy from morning to night in the first few years. Although he is also busy now, he is working hard for himself, so it is bittersweet and full of energy.

Knowing that the whole family was already hungry, Yang Zhongyuan moved quickly. He just wiped the bowl with alkaline water first, and then soaked it in clean water.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I think you are all hungry. Why don't you eat a bowl of noodles with egg and shredded pork? Make more soup. After drinking, you will sweat and relieve fatigue." Yang Zhongyuan walked over and asked Zhou Quanxu.

Zhou Quanxu waved his hand and said, "Ask Xiao Zhe, I will eat anything."

In fact, he also wanted to help his son prepare dinner, but he was not healthy enough, and he himself knew that the loss was not worth the effort, so he still lay down and did not get up.

On the other hand, although Cheng Weizhe had been busy all day, he still got up and quickly walked into the empty room, took out two tomatoes, three eggs and a small handful of vegetables, and started washing without saying a word.

Yang Zhongyuan praised him: "It's really good."

Cheng Weizhe's throat was uncomfortable, he only raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

Yang Zhongyuan stretched out the last bit of remaining silver noodles, and then directly heated the pan with warm oil.

Because he ate noodle soup, he put very little oil in it, and the oil quickly became hot. He threw a little green onion and ginger into the pot, and then poured the beaten eggs into the frying pan.

With the sound of "嗞嗞", the smell of eggs immediately wafted into the courtyard, Cheng Weizhe quickly washed the tomatoes and vegetables, and then ran to deliver them to the shop.

Yang Zhongyuan took out the eggs, grabbed the kitchen knife and cut the tomatoes with Cheng Weizhe's dizzying speed, then threw them into the pot together with the eggs.

Cheng Weizhe laughed hoarsely: "Xiao Yuan, as a knife worker, even if you become a carpenter in the future, you will still be able to eat well."

Yang Zhongyuan glared at him, poured three bowls of water into the pot, and when the water boiled, he said: "Okay, don't talk, I will find some medicine for you later, if you don't feel well tomorrow, I will accompany you." You go to see the doctor."

Cheng Weizhe stood aside and looked at him quietly, with a gentle expression and tender eyes.