​Transmigrated into Ancient Times to Sell Desserts

"Where did this plate of dumplings come from? Did you send them?"

There was an extra plate of dumplings out of thin air at home, and no one else was present, so Aunt Zhou reacted immediately.But she was different from Zhao Dalong, she reacted calmly to this matter, "Come here, the food is ready, you sit down and eat together."

Aunt Zhou has always been very enthusiastic, it is undeniable.

She put down the scrambled eggs and vegetables with garlic sprouts in her hand, and stretched out her hand to pull Liu Yimian, "Don't be polite to auntie, just treat this as your home, come here, and taste how good auntie's cooking is."

Liu Yimian said embarrassedly: "Auntie, I ate at home."

"It's fine after eating, eat some more. Look at your small body, if you don't eat more, I'm afraid you will be blown away by the wind."

Liu Yimian retorted softly, "No, I'm pretty heavy too."

Aunt Zhou is much stronger than Liu Yimian, she pulled it hard, and Liu Yimian sat on the bench.She put the two dishes in front of Liu Yimian, and kept calling him to eat, watching Zhao Hu beside him very depressed, wondering who is her real son.

Aunt Zhou tasted a dumpling, and was pleasantly surprised: "You made this? It's stuffed with leeks and pork, and I even ate eggs. My aunt's family only had one meal during the holidays. I've had a good life recently... ..."

Liu Yimian secretly glanced at Ji Weiyi, with admiration in his eyes, "Brother Ji made it, so I kneaded the dough."

Hearing this, Zhao Dalong glanced at Ji Weiyi, then at Dumplings, and then at Ji Weiyi again, his face was full of shock, "What? This kid from Ji's family made this?"

Aunt Zhou glared at Zhao Dalong, "What Ji family boy, Dalang, but we have seen big ones since childhood, with names and surnames, how do you talk?"

Zhao Dalong resentfully said: "I thought it was done by this brother, but I didn't expect you to have this skill."

Liu Yimian straightened her back, feeling a little smug, "Uncle Zhao, Ji Ge has been selling pancakes on West Street for a long time, and the business is very good, when will I let you try it."

Zhao Dalong nodded in response, but did not speak.

Aunt Zhou said again: "Why did Haoduanduan think of making dumplings? You couple are still young, and you have a lot of money to save, so you can't spend it like this. When Mianmian walks through the door, you will need money to rebuild the house or something."

When mentioning the door, Liu Yimian's ears slowly turned red, she lowered her head slightly, and said nothing.

Ji Wei finally responded, "Aunt Zhou, don't think about it so much. Mianmian is still young, so don't think about it."

Aunt Zhou was displeased, "What does it mean that Mianmian is still young? I married into Lao Zhao's family when I was 15 years old. Why can't my brothers from other families get married when they are fifteen or sixteen? Don't make some money and despise us Mianmian. "

Although Ji Wei knows that Aunt Zhou likes Liu Yimian, she has never experienced it this way. This is really an old hen protecting her calf, "I want to ask Mianmian to study hard. I am not made for studying. Maybe he will become famous in the future."

Everyone at the table, including Liu Yimian, all turned to look at Ji Wei.

"What?"

Aunt Zhou held back a word for a long time.

"Brother Ji, you—" Liu Yimian grabbed the corner of her clothes nervously, "Really?"

"What's the real thing? Why am I lying to you?" Ji Wei walked up to Liu Yimian and patted him on the head, "Little fool, didn't I always ask you to study and practice calligraphy?"

After finishing speaking, he felt that the hairy head felt good, Ji Wei rubbed it again, messed up Liu Yimian's combed hair, and then stepped aside.

"But Mianmian is a brother, what kind of book do you study? Why don't you still go to the No. [-] Scholar exam after studying?" After Aunt Zhou finished speaking, she laughed.

Unexpectedly, Ji Wei is really more serious, and he doesn't have to ask Liu Yimian to take the exam.It's just that he really doesn't like it. Their attitude towards brother is like that towards women.

At least in Ji Wei's view, apart from his fertility, he is no different from ordinary men.

In addition to being a modern person, Ji Wei has also spent many years in a western society that pays more attention to equality and freedom.In addition to competing with men in the same industry, women also need to compete. Excellent female pastry chefs emerge in endlessly, not inferior to men at all. The idea of ​​equality for everyone is more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"My brother is also a man. The country has not banned my brother from taking the scientific examination. The reason why I haven't heard of it is because few people go, and even fewer people pass the exam. What if Mianmian is one of the ten thousand?" Ji Wei After finishing speaking, looking at the jaw-dropping expressions on their faces, I felt a bit less interested again.

Tell them what to do, he just knows it himself.

Then another topic was brought up, "I came to Auntie today to thank Uncle Zhao for helping me a lot."

Aunt Zhou glanced at Zhao Dalong with a smile, "How can Old Zhao help you? He doesn't even care about himself."

Zhao Dalong didn't bother with her, but said: "This thing belongs to Mr. Zhang. If you really want to thank him, go to Zhang's house to thank him. Tell me it's useless."

"I have this plan, but I have to prepare something before coming to the door. Why don't you thank Uncle Zhao first? After all, if you don't give it to me, I can't take it away."

Zhao Dalong muffled: "You're welcome."

Liu Yimian couldn't resist Aunt Zhou's enthusiasm, so she ate two mouthfuls of scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts, and finally her stomach couldn't take it anymore, so she struggled to get up and hide behind Ji Wei.

Seeing that their dumplings were almost eaten, Ji Wei decided to go home.Before leaving, Aunt Zhou asked them to take the hawthorn, and if they didn't take it, they had to take it home.

I didn't plan to stay at Aunt Zhou's house for such a long time, and it took me a quarter of a minute to get home.They didn't intend to do anything else. After taking turns boiling water and taking a shower, the two of them went back to the bedroom.

Ji Wei was bored and sat on the bed counting the money. By the way, he checked the income and expenditure of these days, and calculated that the family had nearly 30 taels of silver.

For an ordinary family in Changliu Town, the family only earns one or two liang of income a month through hard work. 30 taels of silver It took three years for a family of three to save money without eating or drinking, and Ji Wei only made money after setting up a stall for more than half a month.

Money is not small, but every step in the future will cost money, so we should save some money.

Especially now that pancakes are so popular, many people have begun to imitate them.Although it can't be as fragrant and delicious as Ji Wei's, it is not exclusive after all.

It's only been less than a month, and Ji Wei believes that in a while, his family will not be the only one selling pancakes on the street, and the competition will be fierce, and the profit margin will shrink again and again. A small profit has exceeded his expectations.

According to Ji Wei's plan, when he figured out what to sell next and how to sell it, he would withdraw from the pancake market and give up this road to other villagers.

Ji Wei sealed the money in a jar and hid it under the bed.Sitting at the table, she took out a sheet of paper from Liu Yimian's calligraphy practice, wrote down the chaotic thoughts in her mind, scribbled and changed, and finally only a few choices remained.

He stared at it for a while, then crumpled up the paper and threw it away.

Liu Yimian, who was practicing calligraphy at the side, secretly glanced at Ji Wei and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Waste paper, no more."

Seeing that the copybook in front of him was full of words, Ji Wei paused and said, "Finished practice?"

Liu Yimian hummed, and Ji Wei took away the piece of paper he had just finished writing, corrected a few minor problems, praised him a few words, and made Liu Yimian's cheeks burn with joy, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

"The handwriting is already in shape, it's better than copying at the beginning. I'll write you a few more in a few days."

After Ji Wei finished speaking, Liu Yimian responded obediently, and put away all the pens, ink, papers and inkstones on the table.

Ji Wei suddenly said: "Let's take a look at the cloth I bought today. If you make clothes for yourself, do you still have to measure them? I just have time today, so I'll help you measure them."

Liu Yimian whispered no need, he knew his size.

Ji Wei asked back: "Don't you trust me? It's been a long time since you made a garment, and the size is already out of line."

Then he pulled his face and tried everything.

Sure enough, Liu Yimian came over obediently, took out the soft ruler and handed it to Ji Wei, and stood in front of him without moving.

"How to measure? Where to measure?"

Ji Weike has never made clothes before, and has never been in contact with this, so he has nowhere to start with a tape measure.She gestured to Liu Yimian's shoulder and asked if he was here.

"Shoulder width, waist circumference, up and down@body length..." Liu Yimian gestured at the position, and said a little embarrassedly, "I'll do it myself."

"Stand up!"

Ji Wei grabbed Liu Yimian's shoulders with both hands, forcing Liu Yimian to turn around.Hold one end of the ruler with each hand, and compare it to his shoulder, "Twelve inches."

After measuring Liu Yimian, Ji Wei also roughly gestured on his shoulder, which was four inches longer than Liu Yimian.

No wonder Mianmian was thin and small when she stood beside him.

Ji Wei held the soft ruler, wrapped his arms around Liu Yimian's waist, and hugged Liu Yimian in his arms in a very intimate posture.

With her back to Ji Wei, Liu Yimian could feel the heat coming from his body through the thin summer clothes, making his cheeks flush.Even the round eyes were watery, and the whole person froze there, looking extremely at a loss.

"Less than twenty."

Ji Wei let go of his hand, and couldn't help saying: "Mianmian, your waist is so thin, I don't dare to use force, for fear that it will be broken if I use force." Although these words are exaggerated, in Ji Wei's opinion , Liu Yimian is really too thin.

Standing in front of him, he only reached the position of his chest, estimated to be less than 1.6 meters.

Although the people here are malnourished, they generally don't grow too tall.But at his age, when he was growing his body, the boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was close to 1.7 meters tall, and he seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind.

Ji Wei measured him up and down @身长 again, only to realize that the boy didn't say a word.

Throwing the soft ruler on the table, Ji Wei turned to Liu Yimian, startled by his red neck.Quickly put the back of your hand on his forehead, it was unusually hot.

"Why don't you say it when you have a fever?" Ji Wei grabbed his wrist and was about to pull Liu Yimian out to see a doctor, "Do you still have the strength to go? Or I'll carry you!"

Ji Wei squatted down @身身, and waited for a long time, but he didn't feel anyone crawling on his back.

"Brother Ji, I don't have a fever." Liu Yimian couldn't say it, afraid that Ji Wei would laugh at him, "That's, that's—"

He lowered his head, and a strand of soft hair floated by his ear, which set off his slender neck and exquisite ears.

Ji Wei frowned at him, and suddenly realized after a long time.

He is being shy.

But this way, it's really cute, it really makes people want to bully him.

The wickedness in Ji Wei's bones was at work, he stretched out two fingers, and picked up the young man's small jaw. Sure enough, he saw his lips tightly pursed and his eyes fluttering, but he didn't dare to look at him.

"Am I a man-eating beast? You are so afraid of me." Ji Wei pretended to be sad.

Liu Yimian shook her head vigorously, and said loudly: "Brother Ji is a good person, a very good person!"

"I'm a good person, so why don't you dare to look at me?"

Liu Yimian, her eyelashes flickering like a small fan, finally plucked up the courage to slowly raise her head.

As soon as he met Ji Wei's smiling eyes, he pressed him into his arms and rubbed his head vigorously.

"Okay, just to tease you. It's not good for boys to be so shy, they are easy to be bullied." Ji Wei patted him on the shoulder, saying that it was getting late and asked him to rest earlier.

Liu Yimian slowly separated from Ji Wei's body, and said softly: "I'm not afraid, Brother Ji will protect me."

Ji Weiyi was stunned, his heart was instantly overwhelmed by some kind of @soft emotion.

The author has something to say: Thank you Master Ziyue Pavilion for another 20 bottles of nutrient solution, please (づ￣3￣)づ

PS. There are a bunch of shielded words in Jinjiang, the common delimiter is no longer valid, change to @, I hope it will be useful.