Food for the people

After Qiao Yu finished speaking, he didn't bother to look back, only to see a tall man standing in the same place, dressed in luxurious clothes and with an extraordinary appearance, and his face was written "I'm rich". Disappointed look.

"Not at all?" the man sighed.

Qiao Yu scooped the noodles into a bowl, covered the stove and extinguished the fire, poured the last bit of shredded pork soup on the noodles and handed it to Qiao Ling, turned to look at the man and said regretfully, "My brother hasn't eaten yet. For lunch, this bowl is for him, sorry."

The man nodded when he heard the words, expressing his understanding, but the next moment he turned his head to look at Qiao Ling who was standing aside, and asked, "I'll exchange your bowl of noodles with something else, would you like it?"

Afraid that he wasn't expressing clearly enough, he paused and said, "Anything is fine, you can choose."

That is to say, whatever Qiao Ling chooses is fine, if nothing else, just exchange him for a bowl of noodles.

When the audience heard this, they all stared at Qiao Ling with great interest, as if it was someone's son who was idle and having nothing to do to make fun of it.

Qiao Yu felt that this person might burn a lot of money, but this matter was not at all bad for Qiao Ling, so he let this foolish and rich son play with him.

All eyes were on Qiao Ling, but Qiao Ling shook his head holding the bowl, and refused loudly: "No, my brother's cooking is the best."

Qiao Yu couldn't hold back, and was the first to laugh out loud.

Now everyone burst into laughter, Wan Niang walked out from the crowd, and said with a smile: "Not to mention, there might not be many food around here that is as delicious as this little brother's. But since this young master said casually If you choose, it’s definitely not just West Street, I’ve heard that Yipinlou on South Street is the first restaurant in Hanyang bestowed by the royal family, you can’t go wrong with it.”

When Wanniang said this, everyone booed and asked Qiao Ling to choose a first-grade building.

Qiao Yu glanced at the man, and the man turned his head to look at him just in time. Seeing Qiao Yu looking over, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head before Qiao Yu, "It's not impossible for Yipinlou."

Qiao Yu thought, okay, this is really a fool with a lot of money.

Qiao Ling wasn't attracted by that Yipinlou at all. On the contrary, after shaking his head twice again, he didn't say much to others, and after dipping half of the other bowl with his chopsticks, he started to eat.

The crowd laughed even more, Qiao Yu looked at the man amidst the booing, and said with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Thank you, my lord, for liking it, but I really don't have it today. If you want to eat, please come back tomorrow."

The man left quite disappointed.

Qiao Yu didn't take this little incident seriously either, he was quite happy about the successful opening, and he was packing up his things while waiting for Qiao Ling to finish eating.

Qiao Ling handed the share he allocated earlier to Qiao Yu, and said, "Brother, this is yours, eat it quickly."

Most of the shredded pork in his bowl has been poured into this bowl, and there are only a few pitiful sauerkraut left in his own bowl, but he still eats with relish, and his nose is sweating in winter.

Qiao Yu stretched out his hands to rub his head, then pulled the meat back, then pressed Qiao Ling's chopsticks that were still about to move, and said with a serious face: "If you don't eat, you won't be able to grow taller. If you don't grow taller in the future, I wouldn't be happy."

Only then did Qiao Ling obediently eat up the shredded pork.

Sanqi walked back and forth in the tavern hundreds of times, and almost let him walk through the floor of the wing room on the second floor. He lay down on the window sill and looked down, but he still didn't see his master.

Just when he couldn't help but want to go out to look for it, his master came back by himself.

As soon as the tall and handsome figure went upstairs, Sanqi rushed over, almost kneeling in front of Lu Jincheng.

"Oh, Lord, where have you been? You haven't come back for so long. I'm so anxious."

Lu Jincheng took a sip of the warm tea that had been prepared on the table, then looked at Sanqi and asked, "What are you waiting for me to do? Do I need you to watch me?"

Sanqi was startled, shaking her head like a rattle.

"When, of course not, isn't it because you are worried about not coming back for so long?"

After speaking, he looked at Lu Jincheng expectantly, and seeing that he brought back nothing with both hands, he asked, "Master, didn't you go shopping?"

When Sanqi saw a group of small vendors on the road, he was greedy. He heard the master said that he wanted to buy it, so he came back happily and waited. Qi was a little disappointed, but he didn't dare to show it too much. After all, what he said was worrying about the master, not the things the master bought.

Lu Jincheng thought of the bright and pretty face of the boy in blue again, and a smile appeared on his face, "I wanted to buy it, but I didn't get it."

Sanqi's eyes widened, thinking that there are things his master can't buy?

"Sold out? Then why have you been there for so long?"

Lu Jincheng took another sip of tea, feeling that the good silver tip tea had no taste, but there was still a faint aroma lingering at the tip of his nose, which made him feel a little hungry suddenly.

"Is there any pasta in Yipin Building?" Lu Jincheng asked inappropriately.

Sanqi was taken aback by this nonsensical question, but quickly realized it, and nodded after thinking about it: "Yes, white jade jade dumplings, Sixi balls, and golden sugar cakes are all pasta, aren't they?"

Yipinlou widely collects meals from all over the world. Cooks come from all over the country. As long as there is something he wants to eat, there is basically nothing he can’t cook. Just thinking about it made her salivate so greedy, and the eyes of his master began to look full of anticipation again, does this mean going to Yipinlou to eat pastries?

Lu Jincheng shook his head: "I'm not talking about pastries, but noodles."

Sanqi is a bit embarrassing now. Yangguo has a lot of water and fields, and more rice is planted than wheat. Except for those poor and remote places where there is something to eat, most places in Yangguo rely on rice for food, especially in Hanyang City. Regardless of whether it is brown rice, polished rice, yellow rice or white rice, there is still more rice.

It's not that there are no noodles sold on the street, but as for Yipinlou, he really doesn't seem to have seen it much, and the soup tastes really not very elegant.

"I haven't seen it in Yipin Building, but if you order it, they will definitely find someone to cook it. If you want to eat, let's go there now?" Sanqi was clever, and quickly figured out a way to deal with it .

Lu Jincheng shook his head again, "Forget it."

What Sanqi said is right, as long as he ordered it to go on, as long as it was something that could be made, Yipinlou would find a way to make it for him even if it didn't sell it, but he just wanted to eat the bowl of noodles that he didn't eat just now, Yipinlou Lou deliberately made it, but he lacked interest.

Seeing this, Sanqi knew that he might not be able to go to this first-grade building today, but like his master, he became more and more curious about this small stall that came out of nowhere, and he hadn't seen him yet. The master is obsessed with what to eat, and he doesn't know if there will be any tomorrow, so it would be nice to let him try it too.

Qiao Yu had no idea that his side was already being missed by people. He and Qiao Ling took over the stall and pushed the car home. On the way back, they met a person who came up to ask, saying that after the sale was sold out, the person returned I was quite surprised, and said that they had already sold out in less than two hours, which is really a good business, and said that if they come to sell it again tomorrow, remember to leave a bowl for him in advance, and pay for it while talking. He was going to pay the money first, but Qiao Yu repeatedly refused to promise that he would leave a bowl for him to try when he came tomorrow.

They left the stall at noon, and arrived home before the hour was over, Qiao Ling came to his senses only after they were all standing outside the courtyard gate.

He said to himself in an unbelievable tone, "It's already sold out."

Qiao Yu took out the key and opened the courtyard door, "Of course it's sold out, but the quantity is less than sixty bowls, if it can't be sold out, this business can't be done. Don't be dazed, come on, push the car back .”

Qiao Ling took a few steps forward and together with Qiao Yu pushed the car to the yard and put it away, then went to the stove to boil water for Qiao Yu to wash his hands and clean up.

As he built the fire, he wondered why his brother said he wouldn't be out all day.

Just as he was thinking, Qiao Yu also entered the kitchen, poured a glass of water and gulped it down, and asked, "Anything else you want to eat?"

Qiao Ling shook his head: "I'm not hungry, let's talk about it tonight."

Qiao Yu nodded: "Okay, I just took a break, my body is still a little weak, I feel a little tired."

Hearing what he said, Qiao Ling became anxious all of a sudden, stood up and looked around him twice, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you go see a doctor?"

Qiao Yu stretched out his fingers to hold Qiao Ling who was running anxiously in front of him, and said dumbfoundedly: "I've said it all, but I'm a little tired, and I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere. Do you understand muscle pain?"

Qiao Ling said that he still understood. After boiling the water and letting Qiao Yu wash his face and hands, he asked him to lie on the bedside to give him a massage. It was useless for Qiao Yu to refuse. Of course, Qiao Yu didn't make up his mind to refuse the second time. , because he is indeed a bit tired, and his physical condition is too poor. It took him so long to recover a little bit, but after all, he has been bedridden for a long time. Although he seems to be fine, he was a little worried and tired today. It's kind of exposed.

But he didn't lie to Qiao Ling. Apart from a little soreness in his legs and back, there was nothing wrong with him.

Qiao Ling pressed her palm down on Qiao Yu's back, starting from her shoulders, and with a little force, Qiao Yu realized that Qiao Ling was already an experienced massager.

Thinking about it, Qiao Ling must have taken care of Qiao Sheng when he was sick and couldn't get out of bed.

Although Qiao Ling is small, his strength is not small. He presses down on the sore place. After the pain, he feels relaxed and refreshed. Qiao Yu talked to him from time to time at the beginning, but after he pressed it twice, he was already closed. Eyes are asleep.

Qiao Ling got up lightly, covered her brother with a quilt, exited Qiao Yu's room, and went back to his room.

Qiao Ling's room is next to Qiao Yu's room, and the area is smaller than Qiao Yu's holiday. Except for a bed, a small table and a solid wood cabinet, the room is empty and has nothing.

When Qiao Sheng moved out from Qiao's house, Qiao Sheng asked him that he could take anything he wanted, but Qiao Ling refused. He didn't take any valuable things in the house. Instead, he took a lot of worthless gadgets. They were all packed in a small box and brought here, including the handkerchief his mother used, the gadgets his father bought for him at the market, and the paper that Qiao Sheng practiced when teaching him to write, all of which were worthless things, and those valuable things were pawned off.

He had things that he wanted to keep more than those valuable things, so he didn't keep any of the previous things, pawned them all for silver, and wanted to save his brother's life.

Although it was futile in the end, Qiao Ling never regretted it.