Chapter 21 Shrimp soldiers and crab generals?

Cheng Lesheng was choked by her and clenched the folding fan in his hand: "Stinky girl, believe it or not, I can make you lose all your business."

Wen Zhenyi put down the food in his hand and looked up at the servants behind him: "Just relying on these shrimp soldiers and crab generals behind you?"

Cheng Lesheng's mouth twitched: "Shrimp soldiers and crab generals?"

"What else? If you want to buy something, I welcome you to do it. But if you're blocking the road, don't cry for help later."

Just as Cheng Lesheng was about to explode, a voice came from behind him.

"Lesheng, why are you in such a good mood to visit the market today?"

Wen Zhenyi turned around to look at Shen Hanxing who came out of the crowd.

Cheng Lesheng put away his anger when he saw the person coming. He turned around and bowed to him: "Han Xing, are you free today? You came to the market so early."

"I had nothing to do this morning, so I thought I'd come to the market for a stroll. I didn't expect to run into you." He then looked at Wen Zhenyi and asked, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Lesheng looked at Wen Zhenyi and snorted coldly: "My old man is going to have a birthday, and I want to ask the Wen family to cook a meal for my father."

"Why don't I talk to Miss Wen for you?"

Cheng Lesheng glanced at him, turned around and walked aside, flicked his folding fan, and turned his head away from the two of them.

Shen Hanxing knew his style of doing things, so she walked up to Wen Zhenyi and whispered, “If Miss Wen doesn’t feel embarrassed, you might as well agree to it, and it will save you some trouble.”

Wen Zhenyi blinked but didn't say anything.

Chen Hanxing was not angry, but smiled faintly and said: "If you don't want to, you don't have to go. I will tell you for you."

Wen Zhenyi looked at Shen Hanxing and knew that he was helping him. After all, leaving Wenxia Town was just talk, it was not that easy.

"good."

Cheng Lesheng didn't expect Wen Zhenyi to agree so easily: "You agreed?"

"I agree, but I want to know how much I'm paid."

Cheng Lesheng flicked his fan, shaking it gently as he said, "That depends on how much your craftsmanship is worth. You know, I've only heard it from hearsay."

Wen Zhenyi was not annoyed: "If you have nothing to do, you might as well sit down and wait." Then he looked at the people behind him and said: "Tell your people to move aside and don't block my business."

Cheng Lesheng asked the servants to move the long bench aside and make room for him.

Wen Zhenyi looked at Shen Hanxing: "Has Brother Shen had breakfast?"

Shen Hanxing shook her head: “I don’t want to eat.”

"Don't be in a hurry, just wait. What if you want to eat it later?" Wen Zhenyi blinked mischievously.

Chen Hanxing was slightly stunned, and actually sat down with Cheng Lesheng.

Old Lady Wen looked at the two people not far away: "Yi Yi, are you really going to cook for them?"

"Grandma, if the price is reasonable, a meal is not impossible."

"If you really decide to go, we'll go with you."

Wen Zhenyi knew they were afraid of him getting hurt: "Okay, I can't handle it alone."

Cheng Lesheng turned to look at Shen Hanxing: "Are you familiar with her?"

“Not familiar.”

Cheng Lesheng put his arm around Shen Hanxing's shoulders and said, "Hanxing, why are you still so thin? It hurts to put my hand on your shoulder."

Chen Hanxing knocked the hand off his shoulder: "Cheng Lesheng, you have eaten all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, why did you come to this market to look for someone?"

Cheng Lesheng was not upset even when his hand was knocked off: "I heard it from our cook. She came to buy vegetables a few days ago and I was lucky enough to try some of the food. She praised the taste and the food highly."

"Why not just let your cook do it herself? Why hire someone outside?"

"She actually wants to make it. She actually went out and bought some pig offal to research the Nine-Turn Large Intestine recipe. She clearly made it according to her recipe, but the result was awful."

"And yesterday's spring rolls, she also went back home to make them. It's hard to describe in a few words."

Wen Zhenyi asked Ma Yinghe and Old Lady Wen to take out the dough that had been fermented yesterday, one to make dumpling wrappers and the other to make noodles.

She took Wen Yongnan and Wen Yongman to buy ingredients.

When Cheng Lesheng saw that she was about to leave, he called two people to follow her and see where she was going.

Wen Zhenyi knew they were following her, but she didn't care. She was out to buy food anyway.

I bought a lot of fresh ferns and spring bamboo shoots, mutton, beef, and celery.

Back at the stall, I started processing the ingredients, dicing, sprinkling salt, and removing excess moisture.

As for the matter of cutting the filling, I left it to Wen Chengwen.

Cheng Lesheng was interested in the color of the dough in his hand and simply stood aside to watch carefully: "What is this?"

Wen Zhenyi seasoned the fillings in pots and placed them on the table: "Noodles and dumpling wrappers."

"Why is it this color? Aren't flours white or light yellow?" Cheng Lesheng looked at the golden, green and purple dough and felt it was very strange no matter how he looked at it.

Wen Zhenyi didn't answer him and started frying the sauce for the noodles.

Chen Hanxing looked at the color of the noodles, which reminded him of the Dongting noodles he had eaten yesterday. They looked similar, but also seemed different.

Cheng Lesheng watched her make dumplings very quickly. She just put the stuffing in and pinched it, and a beautiful dumpling came out.

This seems to be different from the dumplings they usually eat.

There are many people coming to Wen Zhenyi's stall every day, and there are also some chefs from restaurants who come here secretly to learn from him.

Even if they knew, she didn't intend to hide it. Even if they learned it, they couldn't make the same thing as her.

Cheng Lesheng's eyes widened as he watched. He felt it was so simple, but when he really tried to do it, he felt he couldn't do it.

Wen Zhenyi prepared everything and started to boil water to cook noodles, putting in a little bit of each color of noodles, not a lot.

When picking it up, I deliberately rotated it and carefully placed it in a bowl with vegetable broth.

The soup is clear and you can see the three colors of dough inside. Put a spoonful of臊子 in the middle and sprinkle with chopped green onion, coriander, chives, and other seasonings, making this bowl of three-color noodles look very good.

She handed the first bowl of noodles to Shen Hanxing: “Would you like to try it?”

Shen Hanxing had already stood over when she was cooking. It was really a pleasure to watch her cook. She had no appetite to begin with, but now she had some appetite after watching her.

"Okay." He reached out and took it.

Cheng Lesheng was unhappy when he saw this: "Where's mine?"

Wen Zhenyi stretched out her hand towards him: "Did you give me the money?"

Cheng Le was so angry that his nose was crooked. He took out a tael of silver from his pocket and put it in her palm: "No need to change."

Wen Zhenyi put the silver in his hand away, washed his hands and made him a bowl of noodles.

Cheng Lesheng looked at the bowl in his hand and said, "You are too stingy, girl. I gave you one tael of silver, and you only gave me this little bit of noodles. It's not even enough for me to eat two bites."