Xue Huan brought a lot of food this time. Ah Man brought the things in and handed them to San Ni'er, who was in charge of the housekeeping.
As if sensing her arrival, Xiaobao, who was originally sleeping, woke up, and his pair of black eyes looked at her accurately, which made Xue Huan's heart soften.
She picked up the little guy and followed Sanni'er's instructions to help him pee.
Sannier brought over the warm milk. Xue Huan let Xiaobao sit on her lap, put her arms around him, held the bowl, and fed him milk one spoonful at a time.
Xiaobao is very well-behaved. His soft and sweet little body nestles against her, his little hands resting on her arms without moving around. When the spoon is handed to him, his pink and tender little mouth opens and he swallows the milk in one gulp.
Ping'an was next to her reading the books she brought with a few older children. There were 300,000 introductory books for children, as well as stories suitable for young children, such as the illustrated "Journey to the West" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
These children have never been to school and can barely recognize a few words, but they treasure these books very much and are fascinated by just looking at the flower arrangements in the books.
"Brother Ping'an, how do you pronounce this word?" nine-year-old Duofu asked, pointing to a word in the book.
When Ping'an saw it, his face turned red because he didn't recognize it.
Xue Huan said, "Bring it here for me to see."
So Duofu came over with the book.
"The sky and earth were dark yellow, the universe was vast and primordial." This sentence refers to the ancient times when the world was vast and empty, a state of ignorance and chaos. Later, the pure air between heaven and earth rose to form the blue-black sky, and the turbid air sank to form the earthy yellow earth.
While feeding Xiaobao, Xue Huan explained the sentences in the book to Duofu in simple words.
The other children were also attracted and surrounded her, squatting or standing, looking at her with bright eyes and silently remembering what she said in their hearts.
This kind of professor is very rare, they must take the opportunity to learn more!
Father Tang glanced over from time to time, and the expression on his face became more and more joyful as the children read clearly.
Happy times are always short. When Xue Huan was about to leave, the children were very reluctant to let her go and asked her expectantly if she would come again next time.
"Yes, I will come to see you every once in a while."
The one who was most reluctant to leave was Xiaobao. He grabbed her collar with his little hands and refused to let go. His big eyes were filled with tears, which made Xue Huan feel very sorry.
I can only coax him to sleep before leaving.
When she left, she stuffed a rag doll stained with her scent into his arms and asked him to hold it.
Coming out of the house, Old Man Tang pointed to the side and said, "I am an old man with nothing, and I have nothing to repay Miss Zhao with. This is a little gadget I made myself. If Miss Zhao doesn't mind, you can take it."
He tried hard to appear calm, and his hands continued to weave the bamboo silk without stopping, but in fact, he was always paying attention to Xue Huan out of the corner of his eye.
Xue Huan picked up the bamboo deer with surprise and joy, "Uncle Tang, I love it so much, how could I dislike it?"
Seeing that she didn't look fake, Father Tang felt relieved and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up a little.
Looking at the delicate bamboo weaving in her hands that looked like a work of art, Xue Huan's heart suddenly moved. "Uncle Tang, let me draw something and see if you can make it."
She picked up a branch, squatted down, and drew a handbag on the ground.
The branches were naturally crudely drawn, so Xue Huan explained it carefully: "This bag is about the size of two of my palms. You can think of it as a relatively large purse that you can carry in your hand and put some small items in it."
Father Tang understood immediately, "That's easy. When do you want it?"
"I'm not in a hurry. You can finish it anytime."
Xue Huan once watched a video showing several types of bamboo weaving artworks, which completely overturned her impression of bamboo weaving.
In the past, her impression of bamboo weaving was limited to bamboo baskets, bamboo mats, and other daily necessities, but after watching the video, she realized that bamboo weaving could also be as exquisite as a work of art.
There was a bamboo bag inside, which she particularly liked.
Unfortunately, the bag in the video is only for display and is not for sale.
She could only ask a bamboo weaving master to customize it, but unfortunately there were many people who had the same idea as her, and her orders were all scheduled for several months later.
Later she got the bag, but it happened to be the time when her grandfather passed away, so she was not happy or excited at all.
Now when she saw the little deer woven by Father Tang with bamboo silk, she suddenly remembered the bag that she had longed for but never used.
Xue Huan discussed the details of the bag with Old Man Tang. After they had agreed, Old Man Tang said, "Come to my place in three days to pick it up."
"good."
On the way back, Xue Huan stopped by Main Street to see how Ye Diao's hot pot restaurant preparations were going.
Hot pot restaurants are different from other restaurants and food stores. The cooking pots and tables need to be specially customized, so they cannot be opened in a short period of time.
When Xue Huan arrived, she saw Ye Diao standing at the door with his hands on his hips, directing the servants to paste couplets on the gatehouse.
First couplet: The basin cooks the mountain delicacies, and Zhu Rong does not get angry.
Second line: Delicious Sichuan Gonggong food at the table for less money
Horizontal banner: Welcoming guests from all directions
The couplet is very colloquial and easy to understand, and it also highlights the characteristics of hot pot. I believe that customers will understand it at a glance.
"Xiaoxian, you're here? Come on, I'll take you in for a tour." Ye Diao clapped his hands and led Xue Huan into the store.
The lobby is spacious and airy, with a number of long tables placed inside. People can sit only on the north and south sides of the tables. There is an opening on the east side facing outwards, which contains the stove for adding charcoal.
In that era without electricity, if you wanted to eat hot pot, you naturally had to light the fire manually.
There is a circular groove the size of a washbasin in the middle of the table, which is used to place the pot. There is an iron partition underneath, which can be opened from the middle and slid to both sides. You can pull it out when needed.
The shop has three floors, and the top two floors are separate private rooms that can accommodate many people dining together.
After looking around inside and out, Xue Huan was surprised: "Is this all done?"
Ye Diao laughed: "Yes, now everything is ready, only the east wind is missing. I was just saying that I would go find you."
This "east wind" is the hot pot base recipe in Xue Huan's hand.
The reason why Xue Huan didn't give it to Ye Diao before was because he hadn't chosen the chef yet, so it was useless to get the recipe.
The future popularity of hot pot restaurants is foreseeable, and the selection of chefs who have access to the recipes is naturally of paramount importance, and they must be highly trustworthy people.
From the beginning of preparing for the store, Ye Diao selected several people from other restaurants of the Ye family. Although he seemed to be busy with the affairs of the store these days, he actually secretly investigated several candidates. Finally, he chose Master Xiao, who had worked with Ding Er before.
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