Great Imperial Merchant

In the afternoon, the four talked about many things.Doing business is a profound knowledge. If you want to be big and be the best, you can't just have skills.

For this point, Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan only have excellent craftsmanship and the spirit of not being afraid of hardship, but they really have nothing else.

Xia Junran and Shang Ze, the two veterans who have been in the mall for a long time, are willing to explain some simple truths to them, which is really beneficial.

Both Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe remembered their kindness in their hearts. After sending off the two seniors reluctantly, they returned to their small shop and thought about the bright future together.

Whether they are optimistic or delusional, people have to have a little dream in order to live a satisfying life.isn't it?

Step by step, from nothing to prosperity and happiness, the day when your dream comes true will probably become the most precious memory in your life.That's worth all the effort.

Early in the morning of the second day, Yang Zhongyuan got up early and opened the shop door. It was already September, and it was a bit cold to get up early.He boiled a pot of water, rinsed his mouth and washed his face first, then turned around and saw Cheng Weizhe walking in rubbing his hands.

He first handed Yang Zhongyuan an oiled paper bag, then went to get the washbasin he put here, washed his face and rinsed his mouth.

There are other guys living in his tea shop, but they don't serve breakfast, so they open very late, and the guys are still sleeping at the moment.He didn't want to disturb others, so he always got up and went to Yang Zhongyuan's place to wash up.

After Cheng Weizhe washed his face, he turned to see that Yang Zhongyuan had turned on the stove and was wiping the tables and chairs in the shop with a rag.He hurried back and stopped Yang Zhongyuan's busy hand: "I bought ten new meat buns, so you don't have to be busy cooking in the morning."

Baozi Zhang in Xueta Lane is very good at making buns. The skin is thin and the filling is big, the meat is also clean and full, and it tastes very delicious.Now Yang Zhongyuan has to manage his business, so he usually cooks soup or stir-fries, and really has no time to make dumplings for them to eat. There is no comparison, so Cheng Weizhe thinks that Baozizhang's buns are not bad.

Yang Zhongyuan let him snatch the rag, and then said with a smile, "I'd be choking on just eating steamed stuffed buns, so let's have millet porridge. It just so happens that today's side dishes were prepared yesterday, so it's delicious just to eat."

Although he opened the door to do business, he said that because of the shortage of manpower, the two kinds of pasta were always used and never changed.But the side dishes are often changed.

Today’s vegetarian assorted, tomorrow it will be vegetarian three silks, and occasionally make tofu with shallots.Or buy peanuts with full grains, and fry peanuts under it, it's all very good.

What he prepared this day was fried peanuts. It was simple. He had soaked the peanuts in boiling water the day before, and now they were all dried.When frying this, you need to stir fry on a low heat first, and then fry it on a high heat. Wait until there is a crackling sound, and then sprinkle salt on it.It's a very homely dish.

Although the cost of peanuts is higher than that of vegetarian dishes, and he gives less, diners still like it very much.

After all, it feels oily to eat this.

"Look at you, you're so tired that your complexion isn't very good recently. I'll wash the dishes and chopsticks later. You can sleep more while you're free." Cheng Weizhe fetched a bowl of millet from the empty room, washed it and put it aside, and then He took two bowls of water and poured them into the clay pot that Yang Zhongyuan used to steam rice.

The stove in their house is used for cooking noodles and soup, and there are always not enough pots and pans, so it is used for cooking rice and porridge, and the taste is also very fragrant.

These days, Cheng Weizhe has learned a lot of kitchen tasks, such as adding water to make porridge, he really learned it.Occasionally, when Yang Zhongyuan was busy in the morning, he took up the job of cooking porridge, which was quite decent.

To cook millet porridge, you need to boil the water first, then add millet and simmer slowly, and it will be ready after two minutes.Because it is morning and the time is tight, it is enough to cook and eat, and there is no need to cook the oil.

Seeing him busy, Yang Zhongyuan actually accompanied him to work in this small shop for two months, which is really rare for a rich man.

No matter how Cheng Weizhe was in the Cheng family, no matter how many people gossip about him for opening a small tea shop, but he was really not in the world before, and he never did any housework.

Now for him, everything is possible.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help but soften his heart, and said in a low voice, "How about making you sweet and sour pork ribs tonight? I remember you like this the most."

His idea is very simple, I like you, if I want to treat you well, I will cook your favorite food, and try my best to feed you happily and satisfactorily every day.

Cheng Weizhe looked up, and saw that he was looking at him very softly, and the dimples on his cheeks appeared again.

"Xiao Yuan is the most considerate, that's nice."

Yang Zhongyuan also laughed, but didn't answer. He just took out the mustard head soaked the day before and rinsed it with water repeatedly.

Recently, their family eats porridge a lot. Mustard greens are the best porridge snacks. When he was buying peanuts, he saw that they were sold next door, so he bought a small piece and soaked it for a day.

He cut off a small piece and held it to Cheng Weizhe's mouth: "Is it salty?"

Cheng Weizhe took a bite, chewed it, smashed it and said, "Just right."

"Really?" Yang Zhongyuan didn't dislike it, he threw the half-bitten pickles into his mouth, and tasted them carefully, "Well, the mustard heads here are quite delicious. When I finish eating this time, I will Buy some more."

While talking, the water in the clay pot was bubbling. Cheng Weizhe quickly poured the millet into the pot, then skillfully scooped some water from the pot into the bowl, and put the rice hanging on the wall of the bowl. All the millet is poured into clay pots again.

After all this was done, he turned on the fire in the iron-pressing furnace, put the ten buns on the lid of the clay pot, and warmed them up together.

Beside the chopping board, Yang Zhongyuan had already shredded the head of mustard with dizzying speed, then cut a green pepper and shredded it as well.After putting both of them into a small bowl, Yang Zhongyuan poured in the prickly ash oil and sesame oil that had been squeezed yesterday, added a little soy sauce and vinegar, mixed vigorously, and a scent of oil wafted out.

Because the mustard head has been pickled, there is no oil, so it is not delicious to eat.After adding these ingredients, not only the spicy taste of green pepper, but also the numbing taste of Chinese prickly ash, together with the mellow sesame oil, the taste is enough.

Cheng Weizhe helped him put the pickles in the courtyard, and when he came back, he wiped the table diligently.

Yang Zhongyuan popped peanuts in a big pot, and immediately the inside and outside of the small shop were full of fragrance: "Look at you now, if Uncle Feng knows, you can't blame me."

Cheng Weizhe rubbed two handfuls of rags in the basin, got up and glanced at him, and said, "What are you complaining about? My father wishes I could do more work, so that I can be like some people and become a stinky old nine who doesn't work hard. .”

Alas, Yang Zhongyuan sighed after hearing him say this about his father.

He felt that the fate of the two of them was very similar, both had a very good father, and also had a father who didn't care much about him.

On this point, their kinship is actually not perfect.But how can anyone be perfect?Both of them have the best dad, that's already very lucky.

After so many years in the palace, Yang Zhongyuan has slowly learned to be open-minded and optimistic.

Without these two qualities, he would not be able to sustain himself at all.

"Okay, let's talk about what they are doing? When we leave later, who cares who they are." Yang Zhongyuan comforted him.

Cheng Weizhe lowered his head and smiled, but he had misunderstood that part just now.He knew that Yang Zhongyuan felt uncomfortable every time he watched him work, but he didn't do it. Yang Zhongyuan couldn't finish it even if he was exhausted all day long.Although there are him and Zhou Quanxu in the family now, Yang Zhongyuan is still thinner.

More than once, Cheng Weizhe occasionally went back to the tea shop in the afternoon and came back from work. He always saw him sleeping lightly on the table of the shop.

Looking at Yang Zhongyuan like this, he felt distressed, but every time he wanted to find an apprentice to share the burden for him, Yang Zhongyuan always disagreed.

"It's my handiwork that people come to eat. I can't manage a small shop well, so don't even think about opening a restaurant. Besides, my father's medicine is the last two doses left, and Uncle Feng's filial piety is coming soon. We might leave soon, now we are looking for apprentices, and when we leave, who will we ask people to learn from?"

What he said was reasonable, but Cheng Weizhe and Zhou Quanxu were extremely distressed.

Now even the job of washing dishes is taken over from time to time, no matter what Yang Zhongyuan said, Cheng Weizhe's attitude is very firm.

Yes, he knew that Yang Zhongyuan could hold on, but there were people in the family to help, and there were also people who could do such a simple job, so there was really no need for Yang Zhongyuan to hold on alone.

They are family, aren't they?

Every time he said this, Yang Zhongyuan would always sit aside, watch him busy and babble.

Cheng Weizhe didn't find him so annoying, on the contrary, he would feel uncomfortable when Yang Zhongyuan stopped nagging him.

When the shop was cleaned up, Zhou Quanxu had just gotten up.

In his early years, he missed Yang Zhongyuan, and he was always unable to fall asleep. His health was not very good. Nowadays, there are some sleeping ingredients in the medicine, so he always falls asleep late.

For this reason, he also complained in the first few days, saying that he was useless, watching the two children get up early and busy, but he slept soundly alone.

Cheng Weizhe is used to talking, so he only said after hearing this: "Uncle Quan, Xiao Yuan and I only have one elder to be filial to, so please relax and let us both work hard."

What he said made him feel very pitiful, his father left early, and his father was incomprehensible, so why didn't he have to take care of him?After Zhou Quanxu heard this, he gradually stopped worrying about this matter, and the family of three became more and more harmonious.

Since he has been in good health, basically three people can get up early and get busy.Cheng Weizhe wiped the table and the floor, while Zhou Quanxu scalded all the dishes and chopsticks with hot water.Yang Zhongyuan naturally prepared the chicken soup, toppings and two kinds of noodles in an orderly manner.

But on this day, just as they finished their breakfast and were about to open the shop, Xu Xiaotian suddenly appeared at the door of the noodle shop.

His face was covered with sweat, and his small face was white and white. Yang Zhongyuan suddenly saw him, and his heart beat suddenly.

Impossible, no...he told himself repeatedly in his heart.

But all of this seems to be unable to change anything, only to hear Xu Xiaotian suddenly mourn: "Uncle Yang, my father is going to die, I want you to go back and see him."