Chapter 97 Jinjiang First Release Chapter 97 Twins' First Time with Twins...

In the previous life, the most common place to buy sesame paste was probably hot pot restaurants, but Yu Qinglong was not thinking of hot pot, but shabu-shabu skewers.

If Fuyue Restaurant offered hot pot, it would have to buy a dedicated batch of pots and stoves, changing its entire business model, which wouldn't be suitable. However, shabu-shabu skewers are different. They can use a small silver pot, place some charcoal underneath, cook slowly over low heat, and serve it like a dish.

As for what to eat, there are many choices, such as quail egg skewers, beef and mutton skewers, chicken balls, kelp, tofu, bean curd sheets, vermicelli, cabbage, radish, etc.

They don't have potato vermicelli here yet, but they do have mung bean flour, and the process is quite mature. Although it's imported from out of town and a bit pricey, it's not that hard for the average person to enjoy once in a while. For those who visit Fuyue Restaurant, it's even less of a concern.

When he goes back this time, Yu Qinglong also plans to bring some back home.

He thought that it would be too delicious to pour the prepared sesame sauce over the skewers and eat them with vermicelli.

Yu Qinglong immediately got to work. He had bone broth prepared and worked with the chefs in the building to come up with a butter base.

The chefs think the butter base is too spicy and scary red. Who would dare to eat it?

They had no ill intentions, but were just worried: "Master Yu, won't your stomach feel like it's on fire after eating this?"

Yu Qinglong said, "We can choose different levels of spiciness: mild, medium, and very spicy. It depends on the customer's taste."

They cooked the skewers in two separate pots. The broth-soaked tofu and vermicelli, the tender kelp and radish, and the marinated beef and mutton, all drizzled with a sesame paste infused with fermented bean curd and chives, were a delightful delight. On such a cold day, how could anyone not love such a warm, fragrant, and rich bite?

Guo Qingshan fanned himself as he ate, gasping for air from the spiciness but loving it. Fang Shu did the same; they were the two who could handle the spiciest food by far, and they found it quite satisfying.

The two chefs, being relatively elderly, found the dish intimidating and initially reluctant. But after a few bites, they adjusted and found the flavor truly irresistible. While it felt overly stimulating, they also wanted to try it again. Even though they knew their mouths were about to burst with sparks, they still wanted another bite.

Guo Hengan knew that this thing could be sold.

Yu Qinglong said, "If the guests aren't full, they can add more skewers and charcoal for an additional fee. We can also make a double-boiled hotpot, split like a Tai Chi diagram, with the spicy soup and bone broth each taking up half. This way, everyone at the table can choose whether they like spicy food or not."

Fang Shu asked, "In ancient times, there were five-cooking cauldrons and divided-compartment tripods. Now, there are mandarin duck pots? What would that look like?"

Yu Qinglong took out a pen and paper and drew a picture: "This way, the intervals will flow like ripples on the water."

Guo Hengan found this novel and quickly ordered a batch of these small pots and a stove that could be placed on the table to complete the set. He also had someone write flyers and distribute them to let everyone know that they were going to have a new dish.

As a result, the already bustling Fu Yue Restaurant had more customers coming and going, and its reputation spread even further.

During the Lunar New Year holiday, only Qianmen Winery and Ning'an Restaurant saw a significant decline in business. However, given the current situation, they simply didn't dare to provoke Fang Shu and Yu Qinglong, and for this, they were often reprimanded by their families.

In a flash, it was the twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month. Yu Qinglong's final volume, "Picking the Moon," was completed and delivered to Dexin Bookstore by Yan Xikuan and Ma Qinsui. This time, two volumes were also delivered. Lu Dexin paid the final fee, and seeing that Yu Qinglong hadn't arrived, she asked Yan Xikuan, "What about next year? Will you still be able to send me storybooks in the future?"

Seeing that Yu Qinglong, Fang Shu and the uncle and nephew of the Guo family were getting along better and better, Lu Dexin felt worried and had several big blisters on her mouth.

Yan Xikuan said, "It's hard to say next year. But if I write it, I should show it to Master Lu."

Yu Qinglong is going to have a baby next year, so the time will not be stable, so they can’t say for sure whether they can write it or not.

Lu Dexin had made a lot of money in the past six months selling "Picking the Moon," school bags, and pen holders, and was worried that next year, they would all be gone. It's like that with people: it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it's hard to go from extravagance to frugality.

He asked his staff to prepare half a carload of New Year gifts. "Brothers Yan and Ma, please give these to Mr. Weilai. This is a small token of our appreciation from Dexin Bookstore. I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate with Mr. Weilai again next year. Please help convey this message. If we can still cooperate next year, the remuneration will be negotiated."

Yan Xikuan and Ma Qinsui accepted it and said they would definitely pass it on. After returning to Fu Yue Restaurant, they began to pack their bags.

Yu Qinglong was taking home even more this time than before. Besides food and drink, Qin Yushuang also gave him a lot of supplements and cloth. He also had two carts full of potatoes to take back.

"Then when will you come back after the New Year?" Qin Yushuang was reluctant to let Yu Qinglong go just thinking about it.

"Maybe it'll be February," Yu Qinglong said. "It's okay. Time flies."

"Ah, I feel like things go fast when you're here. Things get slower when you go back. It would be great if you could spend the New Year here."

"Next year. Maybe next year."

Qin Yushuang sighed several times, knowing that Yu Qinglong's return was inevitable. He wanted to send his own carriage to escort Yu Qinglong, but Yu Qinglong was riding in a government carriage. While it wasn't as comfortable as his own, its safety was definitely guaranteed. Furthermore, this time, when Yu Qinglong and Fang Shu returned, Lord Ma personally came to see them off; he didn't dare argue with that.

He escorted Yu Qinglong to the city gate. Not only him, but also many disaster victims came to see him off after hearing that Yu Qinglong and his companions were leaving today. The line was so long that it seemed as if there was no end in sight.

There was an old man, nearly eighty years old, who came out on crutches, supported by his wife. He called out at the door: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Yu! Take care on your journey. I, I thank you both on behalf of everyone."

"Thank you!" "Thank you, benefactor!"

After hearing this, Fang Shu and Yu Qinglong got out of the car, bowed to the villagers, and then got back into the car.

The carriage went a long way, but they were still looking at it from afar.

Fine snow began to fall from the sky, soon filling the world with fog.

This time, Yu Qinglong took a lot of food with him, but not all his money. The total amount of money Guo Hengan, Lu Dexin, and Qin Yushuang had paid him was 560 taels of silver.

The main reason was that Qin Yushuang's paintings were not cheap, and coupled with the share of the shop's glove making and clothing sales, Yu Qinglong took 300 taels and left 260 taels. He asked Guo Hengan to purchase a batch of grain and meat to be sent to the relief area.

More than two hundred taels of silver are enough to give a good meal to the homeless people left in the city, at least to prevent them from having a lonely New Year's celebration.

These people will be able to get this stuff after today or so.

On the way, Fang Shu whispered to Ma Qinsui and Yan Xikuan, "Why don't you go to my house during the New Year this year? It will be more lively with more people."

Ma Qinsui also whispered, "I'm afraid that won't work. I haven't been home for a whole year. If I don't go back, my family will miss me."

Yan Xikuan cupped his hands to his lips like a thief and said, "I have to ask my sister first. Besides, I can't go so early. I have to go to pay New Year's greetings to Uncle Fang and Aunt Fang before the New Year. We'll see how things go then."

The three of them looked at Yu Qinglong as they talked, because Yu Qinglong fell asleep on Fang Shu's shoulder on the way.

Perhaps it was because people tend to get more tired as the months progressed, but Yu Qinglong had been sleeping a lot lately. Fang Shu tucked him under a large quilt, maintaining a position that was uncomfortable for him but as comfortable as possible for Yu Qinglong, and they crept all the way to Xiaxi Village.

When he got home, his entire shoulder and arm were numb. Fang Wu looked at him and asked, "Shu'er, what's wrong with your arm?"

Fang Shu said, "It's okay. Long Ge'er fell asleep halfway through the journey, and I was hugging him."

Fang Wu smiled and said, "It seems that my son-in-law has taken good care of him this time. I will make you some sugar cakes tomorrow."

Yu Qinglong was still a little dazed after waking up, and he couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Husband, if you don't treat me better in the future, you won't have any sugar cakes to eat."

Fang Shu said, "Who says it's not true? If the little one comes out in the future, I'm afraid I won't even be able to get the crust of the pancake."

Fang Dingman said, "It seems that you, Shu'er, have a clear idea of ​​your future life. That's good, because it will save you from feeling lost in the future."

Fang Shu thought about it and decided not to feel so lost. He felt that those days should be quite sweet.

He swung his arms and started moving things inside. This time, Niu Quan and his group had brought them back, but they had only moved everything to the wing room before leaving. With the New Year approaching, these people needed to be more vigilant about public security, and there was probably a lot to do, so Fang Shu didn't ask them to stay long.

Most of the things I brought back this time were food, but there were many categories, so I had to break them down into smaller categories.

Yu Qinglong was already four months pregnant, and the Fang family would never let him do any lifting or moving at this time, so as soon as he got home, he washed his hands and stood aside, eating an apple while giving instructions on where to put things.

Fang Shu followed his instructions and put the food that needed to be frozen in the large vat outside to freeze it. Some food that needed to be eaten quickly was taken to the kitchen. Some food that needed to be given away was left in the wing room.

When they finished cleaning up, Fang Wu had also prepared dinner. The two of them had a quick bite and went back to the house to count the silver and put it away.

They had already saved a full 1,000 taels of silver, and still had over 40 taels for pocket money. This was something they hadn't even dared to think about half a year ago, but now not only had they saved it, but they also had it in their hands.

Fang Shu brought in a large bathtub, filled it with hot water, and motioned for Yu Qinglong to sit in it. "Long'er, sit down. Let your husband rub your back."

Yu Qinglong said, "Let's wash together. The basin is big enough anyway."

At Fuyue Restaurant, they typically wash every two or three days. It's winter, and they don't sweat much, and frequent washing increases the risk of catching a cold, so they only wash every two or three days. But washing every two or three days is still clean, and they don't do much work.

Fang Shu undressed and said, "I'll go in first, and you can sit on my lap later."

Yu Qinglong nodded. He sat on Fang Shu's lap, facing him, so they could both see his bulging belly.

Fang Shu put his hand on it and touched it, and said curiously: "Yangyang, little stone, I am your father."

The original nickname was "Little Stone", but there were not enough to name more than one child, and "Little Wood" was too unpleasant. Previously, Yu Qinglong had used mostly poplar branches as branches to mark the road, so he decided to call the older one "Yang Yang" and the younger one "Little Stone".

Fang Shu has been chatting with his two children every night lately, regardless of whether they can hear him or not. His main goal is to build a bridge of communication first.

"Your father has been traveling all day today and is very tired. You should sleep well at night so that he can get enough rest too."

"They may not have developed the ability to listen to sounds well yet, how can they hear this?" Yu Qinglong said with a smile, "You might as well tell yourself that you need to let your husband rest well and stop touching him secretly all the time."

"Did I?" Fang Shu said, "I never moved when you fell asleep."

"You know whether it's moving or not. If you don't touch my belly, then it's not moving?"

Fang Shu suddenly felt guilty.

At that moment, he felt a gentle touch on the palm of his hand. It was a very subtle sensation, but he didn't know if it was because he was in the water, but he caught this tiny movement.

Yu Qinglong was also stunned: "Did you feel it?"

Fang Shu nodded: "The children seem to be moving."

Yu Qinglong said, "Yes, they seem to be swimming inside..."

Yu Qinglong wasn't entirely sure, after all, he had no experience with this. But just now, it felt like a small fish had swum through his stomach. He was like that fish tank; he could feel the amniotic fluid in his body being gently stirred. It was a strange sensation.

Fang Shu placed his palms on Yu Qinglong's abdomen. "Yangyang, Little Stone, can you really hear what father and dad are saying?"

Yu Qinglong really couldn't stand this guy, but he didn't stop him. In fact, he had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that the two little guys would move again.

After waiting for a long time, the water was almost cold and the two children still didn't move.

Yu Qinglong said, "Forget it, it's probably still too young. I guess it'll move around more often when it grows up."

Fang Shu also thought so, and was determined to talk to the children every day in the future, just in case they heard it!

After a quick wash, he went out, wrapped Yu Qinglong in an oversized cotton towel, and carried him to the kang: "Hurry up and get in bed. I'll go get the water and come back."

Yu Qinglong covered himself tightly with the quilt, leaving only his face exposed. Looking at the candlelight, he suddenly felt that it would be quite good to continue living like this.

As soon as I finished thinking this, I was kicked lightly in the stomach again.

It's so light that it makes my heart melt.

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Author's words: Fang Shu: Long Er, have they moved? [Let me see]

Qinglong: No [laughing and crying]

Fang Shu: Long Er, have they moved? [Let me see]

Qinglong: No [rolls eyes]

Fang Shu: What about this time? Did it move? [Let me see]

Qinglong: No! They are asleep! If you don’t sleep soon, the rooster will crow [angry]

Fang Shu: Aunts, I need some calming incense tonight [to make me feel better][empty bowl][empty bowl][empty bowl]