Chapter 18
The next morning, Su Guoer got up early, made some health-preserving porridge and went to say goodbye to the old lady. During the meal, the old lady gave her some advice and let her go after a few words.
Before leaving, Mother Yuan saw her out of the house and stuffed a hundred taels of silver into her pocket, saying that it was the old lady's idea and asked her to take it with her. She refused several times but still took the silver with her.
Then he bowed at the gate of the Duke's Mansion and walked towards the house he rented.
It was hard to describe what she felt at the moment, but looking at the wall of the Duke's Mansion, she actually felt a sense of relief. Without too much nostalgia or sadness, she called a donkey cart to take her towards the Imperial Street.
If the package she was carrying wasn't a bit heavy, she could actually walk there by herself. However, when she left today, she took out all the things and silver stored in the accounting office in the mansion, including two pieces of fine cloth, jewelry and other things, which made it a bit heavy to carry all together.
By the time the donkey cart arrived, it was already noon. The old lady had not had time to eat breakfast because she had prepared meals for her in the morning. When she arrived at the door of the store, she saw a stall selling breakfast on the street, so she sat down and ordered a bowl of five-grain porridge and a steamed bun, which cost her seven cents in total.
It is called a steamed bun, but in fact it is just a dumpling with meat filling. The white and plump surface looks like a steamed bun, but the filling inside is particularly rich and tastes better than a steamed bun.
Su Guoer picked up a steamed bun and took a bite.
but……
Didn’t get any bite?
She took the steamed bun and looked at it in confusion. A large piece of the yellow but hard bun skin had disappeared, but she still couldn't see the stuffing inside. Oh, when Su Guoer took a bite, only the outer layer of skin was damaged.
She shook her head helplessly, feeling a little unhappy. Not to mention that the servants in the Duke's Mansion ate buns with thin skin and lots of vegetable fillings, but she couldn't even bite into the pork-filled buns she bought for three cents?
So you spend three cents just to eat a piece of dead bread crust, right?
She didn't get angry, but put the bun into her mouth again, and this time she actually bit into the filling.
However... this bite also brought out the meat filling in the bun. She had no choice but to swallow the meat filling into her mouth, mixed with the somewhat hard bun skin, and chewed it awkwardly, but stopped eating the next moment...
The fishy smell of pork rolled in her throat and rushed straight to the top of her head... making her feel very uncomfortable, but she couldn't spit it out there, so she hurriedly took a spoon to stir the multi-grain porridge twice and put it into her mouth.
After drinking a lot of soup, he forced himself to swallow the pork filling.
But when I turned around...
I saw two peanuts left in my bowl of porridge.
A bowl of five-grain porridge cost four cents and contained only seven or eight beans and a bowl of watery water.
Su Guoer finally understood. No wonder they say snack vendors in Bianjing make so much money. So this is where they make their money, huh? But would anyone really eat something like this? Su Guoer simply gave up eating the bun wrapper and straightened up, glancing around.
I found that there were quite a lot of people eating it.
There were seven or eight tables in the small space, with about ten people sitting at them.
Except for her, a young lady, the others were all big and strong, and looked like strong men such as martial artists, boatmen, and other strong men.
What they ate was different from hers. Most of the time, there was a bowl of pickled mutton in front of them with three or two Hu pancakes. The Hu pancakes were dry and hard, but they could be broken open and soaked in the mutton soup. This was their breakfast.
It's no wonder that warriors, boat trackers and others do hard work, and they will definitely not be full if they eat this kind of porridge and steamed buns in the morning.
But the price of pickled mutton is not cheap...a bowl costs fifteen cents. Can they really afford it in the high-priced city of Bianjing?
Su Guoer looked over again and saw a few peddlers and vendors sitting on the curb from a distance, holding a bowl of porridge and a Hu pancake in their hands. Or they didn't even have porridge, but broke a whole Hu pancake into pieces and ate a small piece, then drank some water and swallowed it. This could also be eaten as breakfast.
As expected, not everyone in Bianjing could afford to eat pickled mutton. Most of them were from poor families.
"Is this porridge not to your taste, young lady? Would you like to try a bowl of pickled mutton?" The waiter came over and asked when he saw Su Guoer having difficulty eating and staring at the bowl of pickled mutton.
Of course, there is also a selfish motive. This young lady is not an ordinary person in terms of her dress and appearance. Ordinary people cannot afford to eat pickled mutton.
Seeing this, Su Guoer also became interested in the pickled mutton: "Then give me a bowl?" she said, but she soon regretted it.
Before she put the pickled mutton into her mouth, she smelled the unique mutton smell. Although there was some coriander on it, it did not cover up the smell at all, but instead released the smell thoroughly.
She doesn't want to drink anymore.
Can…………
A bowl of mutton soup like this costs fifteen cents. It would be such a waste not to drink it.
So she stood up, holding the bowl and said to the waiter, "My home is in the house down the street. Can I take this bowl over there first and I'll bring it back to you later?"
The waiter looked at the shops on the street. The girl was clearly referring to the small shop on the second floor next to Mingyue Tower. The door was locked now, but the girl had a lot of things with her and probably couldn't speak, so he quickly agreed. It was not a big deal anyway, and the girl wouldn't be greedy for a bowl of his food.
Su Guoer slung the package over her shoulder, holding the pickled mutton in one hand, and came to the door of her shop. She took out the key, opened the door, and went into the house holding the mutton.
After putting the things on the counter, she hurried to the kitchen with the bowl of pickled mutton, poured it into the big pot that had been cleaned yesterday, and then found some dry firewood to burn.
After it boiled, I rummaged through the package again and found a small packet of fennel and angelica. I pinched two pieces and put them into the pot to stew again. After it was done, I ate it again.
Hmm...finally it tastes a bit better.
She returned the bowl only after she had eaten her fill. After returning it, the waiter looked at the bowl for a long time and felt that something was wrong. Was it the taste?
This bowl of mutton soup seemed to have an extra aroma of spices. In short, it tasted different from his mutton soup.
Unable to provide evidence, he turned around and put the matter behind him, and went back to soliciting business.
Su Guoer started to work again after she had eaten and drunk her fill. Time equals money. Every day she delayed, more than 11 taels of silver slipped out of the account.
So this business has to open up as soon as possible, and we can’t just sit back and wait and see what happens.
If possible, she even wanted to try her hand at selling some simple snacks tonight to help her small shop gain popularity.
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