Miao Wan seemed to be able to see the tail of Brother Zhang San shaking like a propeller behind him. The light in his eyes was very similar to the look of the Husky in the village chief's father's house... when he saw the bones.
She loves walking her Husky named "Zhuge". If it weren't for it, she probably wouldn't have thought of opening a pig farm.
Since opening the pig farm, she has been staying in the pig farm and the office every day. She regards the pig farm as her home and basically never goes out.
Sister Chenxi was worried that she would become a housewife, so she gave her the task of walking the dog. In fact, it is hard to say who will walk whom.
Thinking of Brother Pig, Miao Wan felt a little kinder.
Forget it, I won’t cheat Brother Zhang San. His wife received more money than him today, which is really pitiful.
Miao Wan glanced at Sun Laohuo in front of the barbecue grill and whispered to Zhang Sanzhuang, "Didn't Sun Ada become a golden knife? I found it. You should inform Sun Ada in advance. I thought that when we go to the Boxiagong in a few days, we should wait for the meal to deliver the golden knife to him, so that people will know that Sun Ada is the heir of the imperial chef. The Boxiagong was something that the saints of the previous dynasty praised highly, so they gave him this golden knife..."
After hearing this, Zhang Sanzhuang hesitated, "But isn't this a lie?"
Miao Wan blinked. "How can it be considered a lie? I remember that the recipe was indeed one that the saint had praised. We just shouted it out with a golden knife to make it seem more convincing."
She didn't lie. The reason she went to watch the recipe for the hot pot base was because she was shocked by the title on the live streaming app. The title was simply [Unveiling the hot pot base that Emperor Xiaozong of Ming praised so much that he wrote about it and it will be remembered forever].
The emperor enjoyed the meal so much that he came up with a couplet, which stumped a group of well-read ministers. Finally, a top scholar named Yang Shen figured it out.
The host also said that his ancestor was the head chef in the imperial kitchen of Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty, and the hot pot base looked really delicious.
It was the fish and mutton and spicy hot pot that she asked Sun Laohuo to make earlier. She didn't remember the ingredients very accurately and only told Sun Laohuo a rough idea.
Sun Laohuo has gradually improved the taste until it reaches its most delicious state. Doesn't that mean he is the heir of the imperial chef's...heir? No problem.
Zhang Sanzhuang still felt uneasy. His father-in-law had a bad temper and was very straightforward, so he might not agree.
But he also didn't want to give up this opportunity to make Bo Xia famous. The spicy soup base at the New Year's Eve dinner last year was so delicious. After that, his family would make it from time to time, but they could never make it taste like the one his father-in-law made.
This is easy to learn, but to make it taste really good? It takes time.
Just like Awan knows the recipe, the things she makes are so different from what her father-in-law makes.
Zhang Sanzhuang thought about it and went to ask his wife Sun.
Sun held fifty taels of silver and five strings of copper coins in her hand. Her mother-in-law said that these were earned through their labor and did not need to be handed over to the government. She was feeling very proud at the moment.
Seeing her husband coming over to ask her, Sun was a little proud. "Of course I'll listen to Awan. Why are you still wondering? Your brain is not even as good as mine."
Zhang Sanzhuang smiled and said, "Wife, please speak nicely, or you can bring your own braised eggs tonight."
Sun: “…” Okay.
After calming down, Sun offered some advice. "I, Ada, don't tolerate any sand in my eyes. You can just praise him directly when the time comes. For Awan's sake, he can't sabotage it. But if you tell him now, he will definitely disagree."
Zhang Sanzhuang thought about it and realized that this was the truth. In addition, he was stimulated by the money that Ruan Jialin and his wife would get, so he nodded vigorously.
"Then don't tell Dad for now. I'll invite a few people to come over and put on a show. Awan will be there too. At least if Dad gets angry, Awan will be there to take the blame."
Miao Wan, who was passing by holding Taotao: "..."
Good man, I am kind-hearted, but you are plotting against me?
Third brother, if you insist on jumping into the pit, don’t blame me!
When the biting wind blew again like a knife scraping at the bones, Miao Wan stood at the door of the east row of houses, holding Taotao who was wrapped tightly, feeling a little sad.
It was around this time last year that she was still worried about the time travel. Her home only had a few shabby houses, it was so cold that she couldn't sleep at night, and she had a dull stomachache.
Now they live in a blue brick and tile house. The floor heating makes the house as warm as spring. They don’t feel particularly cold even standing at the door, and the children can speak.
"Wow! So thick!" Taotao slapped Miao Wan's face with his hand. Because his hand was hidden in the slightly longer sleeves, it looked like he was using the sleeves to fan his mother's face. The picture was extremely filial.
"Speak nicely and I'll take you out for something delicious once you explain yourself!" Miao Wan pinched Taotao's little face. The tip of her nose felt a little cold, but her face was still warm, soft and elastic, making her irresistible.
Taotao inherits this from her. No matter whether he is happy or sad, he will not let anything interfere with his eating.
The braised egg would eat half a bowl of egg custard, and Taotao could finish a whole bowl even when crying, which made Madam Zhang and Sun very envious.
Taotao didn't understand what his mother said, but when he heard the familiar word "eat", he became even more excited and put both hands on his mother's face.
"Wow! Wow! It's so thick!" He accidentally spit on his mother's face.
When Geng came over and saw this filial scene, she quickly took Taotao and said, "Hold her arms together, or you'll get marks on her face again."
After Taotao grew her nails, she loved to dance around when she was anxious. Miao Wan had her face scratched by her daughter's nails several times. This little thing was more powerful than the northwest wind.
Taotao was picked up by his grandmother, still crying non-stop. He leaned towards Miao Wan, his face flushed with anxiety, "Thick, sizzle!"
"What are you talking about?" Geng didn't understand.
These days she was busy watching over several ladies from the neighborhood making thick quilts and mattresses for everyone in their family. There were more and more people in her family, and the people from the Ruan family were about to arrive, so there were really not enough quilts and bedding.
If you don't keep an eye on them, the ladies will have to go and scrape together some cotton. You can pay them more, but the quilts must be warm.
So she didn't know what Miao Wan had taught her granddaughter these past two days.
Miao Wan pouted, "How could I have taught her that? Those people came a few days ago and kept calling her A Wan. This little guy has learned it, but he can't pronounce it clearly."
"Wa" means "wan" and "cuo" means "chu". The little guy probably spoke Cantonese in his previous life.
Geng glared at her daughter-in-law, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "If you didn't entice her to go out, how would she know to go out?"
Miao Wan touched her nose. She was planning to go out, but she would wait until noon.
Taotao saw her picking out clothes, including the cotton cloak made for her by Geng, and knew that she was going out, so he insisted on running to the door.
"Okay, I'll look after her, you go and do your own thing." Geng was about to give Taotao some Tremella soup and put some beet sugar in the soup. It tasted sweet and the little guy especially liked it.
She came back to see her granddaughter because she knew that Jufu Restaurant would be holding a Boxia offering ceremony today and Miao Wan would definitely be there.
Qianjinlou launched the Furong series of powder and rouge at the beginning of the month. This is one of the two different textures left over from the original research. They can be used until the end of the month, so there will be enough time to switch to other cosmetics.
Seeing that Qianjinlou was still making a fortune, Zhang Sanzhuang could no longer sit still and went to his second sister-in-law's family's house every day to ask for the pot for the offering.
Finally, the Yang family delivered it to Jufu Restaurant yesterday. He couldn't wait for even a day, so he decided to switch from barbecue to Boxia Gong today.
Miao Wan ordered three types of copper pots from the Yang family. They were all the old Beijing style with charcoal fire in the middle, smoke coming out of the pointed corners, and soup surrounded in the middle.
The circle of soup in the middle is made into single soup, double-boiled soup and three kinds of soup. The last one is a little bigger, suitable for guests when there are many people.
She thought about going to Jufu Restaurant and felt that it was almost time for the people arranged by Zhang Sanzhuang to deliver the golden knife. So she put on her veil and cloak and went to Jufu Restaurant with Uncle Geng.
When they reached the street, she stopped Uncle Geng and said, "Uncle Geng, let's go to Qianmen today. There's a corner after the restaurant. Drive the mule cart to the corner and we'll take a look before going in."
Uncle Geng no longer has to make soap at home. He now drives the cart for his family, especially Miao Wan. He always goes through the back door, but today is the first time he goes through the front door.
He couldn't help but smile, walked along the entrance of Washifang, and turned into the street. The boss was going to make some trouble again.
He was also a little curious, so when the car stopped, one of them sat on the shaft while the other secretly lifted the curtain and looked towards the door of Ju Fu Restaurant.
The restaurant entrance was bustling with activity at the moment. A pot-bellied man who looked like a wealthy businessman was standing in front of Jufu Restaurant, holding Sun Laohuo's hand.
"Master Sun, right? So you're the last disciple of Mr. Wei, the ninth generation imperial chef of the Wei family who once served the saint of the previous dynasty!"
Sun Laohuo: "..." Damn, isn't this person suffocating when he talks? He can't even breathe just listening to him.
But he immediately tried to deny it, saying that his master Wei Laoqi was a native of Xining and was a child picked up by a beggar.
Because he had a good tongue, he worked odd jobs in restaurants in Xiping County and learned some dishes.
Because he never got married in his life, he met Sun Laohuo, a man with a sensitive nose, and took him in as his disciple to provide for him in his old age.
Wei Laoqi had no other problems except that he was timid. He would get anxious whenever something happened, so the farthest he had ever been was Xiping County. He died so early because he was scared to death when the Xiban people burned, killed and looted.
So no matter how you look at it, his master couldn't possibly be the descendant of an imperial chef. He himself didn't even know who his ancestors were.
But when the wealthy businessman saw Sun Laohuo about to speak, he immediately shook his hand and said, "Some time ago, someone asked me about a golden knife. I bought it from a traveling merchant. It has the word 'Wei' engraved on it, and the pattern on the handle is exactly the family crest of the imperial chef. That's why I rushed over immediately to buy two recipes from you so that I can start a food business back home!"
Sun Laohuo was confused, but he understood. He didn't care about anything else and immediately asked, "Golden knife? Can you show it to me?"
"Of course. Your son-in-law has already paid to redeem the golden sword. I came to you to ask for it out of personal desire. Please don't blame me!" The wealthy businessman said, and immediately waved his hand behind him, "Come on! Bring me the golden sword!"
"Here!" Six fat and strong men shouted loudly, almost scaring the onlookers. When they looked again, they were all stunned.
The six big men were carrying a wooden box with red diamond-shaped carvings. On the wooden box was a golden box, which was covered with red cloth. On the red cloth was a light-colored wooden frame, and on the wooden frame was a golden knife as big as an adult's palm.
Everyone: Aren't you afraid it might be stolen? Or fall off if it gets shaken a few times?
Gold is soft and it is impossible to use it to cut vegetables unless it is gold-plated. This golden knife is actually the pension money that Wei Laoqi left for himself, and he gave it to Sun Laohuo before he died.
Sun Laohuo excitedly stepped forward and took the knife. He found that there were still teeth marks left by his master on it, but there was an extra word "Wei" on the knife, and the handle was replaced with a new one.
Sun Laohuo was a little angry and glared at the rich businessman, "The words on this knife and the handle..."
Zhang Sanzhuang saw that things were not going well and quickly came over. "Oh my, this is really the word 'Wei' left by our ancestor. The pattern is the same as you described. Dad, are you really the last disciple of the imperial chef? No wonder our Boxia's people are about to swallow their tongues."
Sun Laohuo narrowed his eyes. It seemed that it was the work of that brat Zhang Sanzhuang.
He laughed angrily and nodded. Okay, if it rains and the kid wants to be beaten, no one can stop him.
When the rich businessman saw Sun Laohuo nod and smile, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly continued the show.
"So there really is a Boxia offering? I heard that the saint of the previous dynasty was so amazed after eating it that he left behind a couplet. Even after the dynasty was destroyed, no one had figured it out. Has anyone figured it out now?"
Zhang Sanzhuang smiled and shook his head, "I haven't heard of anyone coming up with a perfect match yet, but I didn't intend to bring it up publicly. I just carved the couplet on the wall, thinking that diners could try it out when they have free time."
Everyone: "..." You don't plan to bring it up, why are you doing this?
Miao Wan looked at Sun Ada with eyes that were almost spitting fire, and shrank her neck. Brother Zhang San was too brave.
He engraved words on the golden knife and changed the handle. No wonder he asked her what the couplet was. It turned out that he wanted to draw inferences from one example to another to entice diners.
Good man, this is not the way to get beaten.
Miao Wan whispered to Uncle Geng, "Uncle, let's go to Qianjinlou. Go to the roast goose shop next door and buy some food. I'm having dinner with my cousin and sister-in-law today."
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, otherwise you will easily be covered in blood. Wait until you are done with the work at noon and someone gets beaten, then come over to watch the fun.
Some diners came into the restaurant just for the Bo Xia Gong, which was praised by saints and old men. The air was filled with an aroma that was no less delicious than barbecue, and even more delicate and lingering than barbecue, which made people place an order immediately.
Some diners, who consider themselves somewhat literary, enter the restaurant for the couplets inside. Upon entering, they see a line of large characters on the wall: charcoal black, fire red, ash like snow. [Note]
Some people couldn't help but think about it, but they couldn't figure it out for a while.
As for couplets, the more you think about them, the deeper you delve into them, and the aroma becomes stronger and stronger at the tip of your nose, so... naturally, it's time to make some Boxia offerings.
It took quite a long time to eat hotpot. By the time the restaurant closed in the afternoon, it was almost 3 p.m.
Zhang Sanzhuang looked at the account book towards Sun Yaozu and calculated the current transaction amount.
Even though each dish at Boxia is not expensive, the more you eat the soup, the more delicious it becomes, and the more delicious it becomes, the more you want to eat it. The sales at noon alone almost catch up with the entire day's sales in the past few days.
He was so happy that his eyebrows were not visible and he didn't notice Sun Laohuo looking at him with a bad look.
"Zhang Sanzhuang!" Sun Laohuo roared, taking out his golden knife and pointing it at his unfilial son-in-law. "What's with the heir of the imperial chef? You've even learned to lie! Did you carve the words on my golden knife? Where's the original hilt? Did you know it's a relic?"
"How dare I? This was Awan's idea. Please listen to me..." Zhang Sanzhuang hurriedly tried to explain.
He didn't dare touch the real knife. He used the money he and Mrs. Sun had saved to make a golden knife to fool people. The tooth marks were his. He just wanted to wait until there was no one around and then give the original golden knife to his father-in-law.
But before he could explain, Miao Wan just walked in and saw the pot falling from the sky, so she immediately covered it back.
"Third brother?!" She looked at Zhang Sanzhuang in shock. "I only told you to say that the Boxia Gong was a recipe passed down from the emperor. When did I ever tell you to use a golden knife to deceive people?"
Zhang Sanzhuang was dumbfounded, "You are not..."
Miao Wan interrupted him, looking at Sun Laohuo with grievance, her little mouth chattering cleverly, "Sun Ada, I asked Uncle Geng to run around to find this golden knife. I originally wanted to give it to you after I got it back, but Third Brother said he would give it to you, so I gave it to him."
She raised her hand and said, "I swear, when I handed out the bonuses that day, I told my third brother to tell you to return the golden knife. If I lied, I will never be able to eat the delicious food made by Sun Ada again!"
Sun Laohuo believed it immediately. For a foodie like Miao Wan, not allowing her to eat was more believable than a life-and-death oath.
He nodded, "Okay, it seems I haven't moved my muscles for too long. You little brat, you think I'm your father-in-law, a cuckold. You can hold it in, right?"
He twisted Zhang Sanzhuang's ear and walked back.
Zhang Sanzhuang cried out in pain, "Dad, please give me some face. There are so many people guarding here. Dad, please listen to my explanation. I hid the golden knife. This is not the original one... It hurts, it hurts, please be gentle!"
If Sun Laohuo hadn't been told to hide it, he would have been angry. He had been upset many times because he couldn't find the golden knife. His good son-in-law took the knife and didn't give it to him quickly, but dared to hide it?
He sneered: "It's only natural for a father-in-law to beat his son-in-law. Don't worry, no one dares to look down on you. If anyone dares to look down on you, tell him to come to me!"
After a while, Zhang Sanzhuang's screams were heard from the backyard.
The guys were all trembling with fear, and the three apprentices also felt sympathetic.
With such a bad temper, who would dare to go to you?
Miao Wan couldn't help but shrink her neck. This, this really wasn't her fault. She had good intentions to let Brother Zhang San go, but he was the one who had to fall into the trap.
Should I die, my fellow Taoist, or should I die? Is there any need to think about this question?
She coughed lightly a few times and pretended to give instructions, "No one is allowed to spread this matter. The shopkeeper is sacrificing himself for the restaurant. From now on, you must respect him more, understand?"
Everyone nodded quickly. How could they dare to be disrespectful?
It is worthy of admiration that he dares to stroke the tiger's beard under such a father-in-law.
Miao Wan nodded seriously, then got on the mule cart and laughed, holding her stomach.
I have to say that other people’s misery can sometimes really soothe one’s own sadness.
Immoral, but happy.
She didn't know yet that something that made her even happier was happening simultaneously in the county town - in the backyard of the Wuliangha family's mansion.
Su Rina was almost fainted from anger.
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Note: This is true. The first line of Emperor Xiaozong of Ming Dynasty's couplet is: Greedy black, fire red, ash like snow, and the second line of Yang Shen's couplet is: Yellow rice and white rice like frost.
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