Vol 5 Chapter 15: Stolen day

Dongzhou Restaurant
The spicy and delicious scent from the sea of ​​two ice-cracked white porcelain quickly filled the whole room.
The shopkeeper Jiao was tempted by the taste, leaning forward, staring straight at the two delicious dishes, his eyes showed a dazzling brilliance.
He swallowed heavily and praised without squinting his eyes:
"Good things, good things... These two dishes are not repetitions, of course not repetitions."
A cook next to him looked surprised, scratching his chin with two fingers, still skeptical:
"I have been a chef for ten years, but I have never seen such an unreasonable cooking method. The co-author said to grab a few ingredients at random and put them into the pot, add a spoon of shabu-shabu bottom ingredients and then pick them up. Is it just one dish?"
The other cook nodded in agreement:
"Yes, we have done it in Songheju in Central Plains for three years. There are no less than thousands of fried, sweet and sour, and braised fresh fish, and I have never seen her four different ways of frying or stewing. "
Shopkeeper Jiao straightened his waist as if he heard the discussion around him, and his eyes squirmed:
"Dare to ask the lady, what are the names of these two dishes."
Gu Yunxi responded with ease, without a trace of waves in his eyes:
"Own original creation, ten-flavored wok, fragrant fresh grilled fish. It is useless to say more at this time. How about these two dishes will always be considered by the diners."
"Come here, send these two dishes to the front hall and inform the guests that they are the new dishes in this restaurant. Please try them for free and give some comments."
The two guys rushed to the front hall with food.
Not long after they ran back in disorder, their faces were filled with surprise and joy.
"The shopkeeper, there are a few tables of customers who have tasted Hua Niangzi's dishes, and they are full of praise. Seeing that the two sea things are divided up, the customers who haven't eaten are clamoring for important points. The scene is like the day when the woman sold the soup. Can't help it."
Shopkeeper Jiao couldn't help but asked in a daze:
"Really?"
Another guy asked urgently:
"How to price the two new dishes, the shopkeeper has an idea."
"This……"
Suddenly, the shopkeeper Jiao stretched out his hands and trembled, feeling unsure for a moment.
Yunxi smiled softly, prompting:
"I just picked the two pots of seasonal vegetables at will. When ordering, the buddy can ask the customer what ingredients to serve. The price is flexible according to vegan, whole meat or half meat and half vegetarian."
The treasurer Jiao instantly empowered, and said with a high five:
"Good idea, as long as the cost is not lower than the cost, the amount of silver a dish makes depends entirely on the type of ingredients. See you in the flower lady!"
There was a little more respect between the words, the treasurer Jiao raised his hand:
"Officials and ladies, the two of you also invite the Accord to discuss matters."
Returning to the Accord this time with full confidence, the husband and wife enjoyed the fragrant tea personally served by the shopkeeper Jiao with peace of mind.
During the gossip, with a hint of curiosity, the shopkeeper Jiao asked:
"Ms. Hua, Jiao, Shi Cai, was skilled at cutting cases when he saw you. He must also be a high-level cook. I dare to ask which master the lady has studied?"
"..." Yun Xi lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes condensed and hesitated.
Leng Qingtang’s mouth was filled with a faint smile. He didn’t think much, he just wanted to negotiate a price as soon as possible, take the lady back, and answer for her:
"Treasurer, you are asking the basic question. My lady's skill is also a family biography. Her mother once served value in the Imperial Dining Room of the Dayi Palace. If she just makes a snack, she will have the word'Royal'."
"Hey……"
Yun Xi suddenly stirred up waves of uneasiness in his heart. The infinite coldness was like the ice cracks on the two large white porcelain walls just now, spreading quickly to the limbs and limbs.
Her lips trembled lightly, trying to stop Leng Qingtang from continuing.
However, his words have been spoken, and there is no point in truncating them.
Shopkeeper Jiao's pair of pupils were shining brightly, like sparkling fireworks exploding in the sky and night.
Focusing on Gu Yunxi, he repeatedly said:
"Oh, disrespect and disrespect. It was Jiao Mou's clumsy eyes that failed to recognize the golden Buddha Niangzi."
Seeing his rapidly changing expression, Leng Qingtang felt amused.
The smooth fingertips stroked the edge of the teacup, his expression calm and calm like deep water:
"The shopkeeper, although my Hua family is not a famous family, because there are people who have served in the palace, they always have some insights and tempers. The border area is one of the best restaurants in Dongzhou, and there is nature in the shop. The courage to do great things. Working with you, we can rest assured.
But if you feel that the price of the soup we give is not true, it doesn't matter, we will never make it difficult.
The 750 packets of soup will be taken away immediately by our husband and wife. We might as well visit another house. I believe that with the background of my Hua family and unique secret recipes, dishes with the word "Royal" will cost less than five taels of silver. "
The border belongs to the three-regardless zone. Whenever there is a product with a "Royal" or "Queen" label, the price will be doubled.
As long as there is no major trouble, there is also the worship of the upper feet, and the yamen stationed at the side do not bother to manage these products with royal signatures.
Leng Qingtang knows this truth, and the boundary of the surname Jiao is naturally clear.
"Hey, don't don't!"
Seeing Leng Qingtang get up, Jiao the treasurer hurriedly grabbed the table of the Eight Immortals, bent his arms to protect the soup at the difficult table, Yang laughed at his face, half apologizing:
"Everything only complains about being confused, and the two distinguished guests don't worry, I will go to the counter to pay the cash."
The next thing went smoothly, nothing more than a matter of handing over the money.
A stack of silver bills totaled 5,000 taels. Except for the soup for half a month, there were more than 1,200 taels left, which was the deposit for the soup for the other half month.
Before leaving, the shopkeeper Jiao asked her the location of the next delivery.
However, Yun Xi immediately changed her mind and insisted on letting her take the initiative to come to the door and deliver food to the restaurant on time.
After leaving the restaurant, Gu Yunxi and Leng Qingtang rented a house in a small town north of the border.
The space is not large, only one floor of houses, but the courtyard is square and tidy.
A pomegranate tree and a plum tree in the courtyard are both Yunxi's beloved.
The town is not far from the commercial street, so it will be convenient for supplying Dongzhou restaurant in the future.
Guarding the largest trade gathering place, all kinds of ingredients can be purchased at one stop.
The landlord is a milf-aged woman, kind eyebrows and good-looking, she is also from the Central Plains in her dress and conversation.
When I first saw the male and female tenants, her sharp eyes kept rolling over them, her expression revealing some weirdness and doubts.
Looking at the appearance of the two husbands and wives, it seems that the males are less than 20 years old, while the females are less than twenty. The age gap seems to be a little bigger.
It was this episode that made Leng Qingtang stunned for a while.
If it hadn't been for Yun Xi to like it, he wouldn't be so happy that he had paid a lump-sum rent for five years.
The guy who lives is still in the attic right now, and needs to go back to clean up, and spare two more days to move in completely.
Back in Pingshan, it was already dark. Leng Qingtang was grateful for her wife's tiring day after running around. He told her to go upstairs to rest. He made some simple dinners, ate with Yunxi, and then went to the courtyard to feed the horses.
How can Yunxi stay asleep in the room alone?
She is most afraid that once she closes her eyes, she will fall into that endless dream.
Shan Shan pushed aside the half-arched window sashes of the colorful colored glaze lattice, her sluggish eyes pierced through the light gauze moonlight, and she could see the handsome man in front of the stable from a distance.
He has fed fodder into the stall, watching the horse chewing fragrantly, patting the horse's head lovingly, and whimpering in his mouth, not knowing what to say to them, the facial features are deep and clear under the silver moonlight. A smile of joy and satisfaction bloomed on his face.
It seems that he is particularly content with his current life.
As a wife, Yunxi will also feel happy if he can be pampered and pampered by her husband and raises his eyebrows with him.
However, since she was troubled by the nightmare that night, there was a trace of nervousness in her heart for no reason.
Such a happy and stable day, every inch of time, seems to be stolen.
Now, her only hope is Lu Qiange.
She prayed that he could complete her entrustment and finish those two things.
After washing, Leng Qingtang returned to the bedroom.
Pushing the door, I saw Yunxi sitting by the bed, quietly watching the bright bounce candlelight on the viewing angle table.
There seemed to be a mist of mist hovering in her good-looking eyes.
Leng Qingtang gently sat next to her sweet wife, with one hand gently wrapped around her shoulders, with a bit of concern and anxiety in her composure:
"Miss, what's the matter with you?"
As sensitive as him, he has already noticed her mood swings these days, not as simple as tired.
Yun Xi slowly raised his head and looked at his every inch of his eyebrows and facial features seriously, and there was a vague look in his star pupils.
How can I tell him?
It was just that he had a terrifying dream, and since then he has escaped into endless worry and doubt.
There is no trace of the ghosts and monsters' powers, so you can only worry about yourself, why bother to pull him and make him escape from the beauty and ease of life?
"Lady, do you blame me for talking a lot in Dongzhou Restaurant today?"
His long and dense eyelashes lowered and looked at her intently, the expression in his eyes curled up, and the light and shadow were dazzling.
In an instant, the ripples in Xinhu Lake became even messier, and she lowered her head to avoid her husband's longing gaze.
What he said is, not quite.
Because of the panic and anxiety caused by those dreams, she became cautious in everything, even nervous, just wanting not to be known by others about her past with her husband, and try not to be troubled to come to her door.
Yunxi leaned over, leaning against the warmth of his husband Junnuan's chest, his tone was gentle with a little sadness:
"I'm not unhappy. I just left Dayi not long ago. I don't want too many people to know about our past. Husband, we still need to be careful."
Leng Qingtang's eyes condensed, and she tilted her head on top of her head, swaying her body, softly coaxing under the lamp:
"I didn't think about it this time, and I won't do it again."
His obedience and accommodation made Yun Xi's heart warm, his eyes were hot and sultry, he hurriedly grabbed his arms, and leaned his face against his arms.
This night, he hugged her to sleep, his solid arms always covering her body, like a strong and strong shield firmly guarding her, shielding her from all winds, rains and ups and downs in the world.
She nestled in the arms of her husband and closed her eyes, letting the cold wind roar in the early winter in the courtyard to drive away the depression of late autumn.
The long night is faint, and her dream world is still peaceful and sweet, with birds and flowers.
...
As Lu Qiange once said, the winter in Xiyi comes much earlier than that in Dayi.
Today, he rode here alone, dressed in a costume of the noble family of the Udan royal family, and the thread of the grass blades embroidered on the white brocade on the moonlight shimmered in the morning light.
Leng Qingtang was surprised when he saw him alone, and asked:
"Where is Ji Yan?"
"Oh... the wedding is approaching, she stays in the palace and doesn't come out much."
Lu Qiange's purple eyes flashed, as if replied perfunctorily.
Leng Qingtang didn't care too much.
I was worried that the young two would always be inseparable and quarrel at the same time, so don't be awkward.
Now I hear Lu Qiange's explanation, and I feel reasonable.
When Yunxi walked down the corridor, a hint of panic appeared in his expression.
Lu Qiange was still calm, as the clear eyes of the water flowed over Leng Qingtang and fell on Gu Yunxi's face. His indifferent expression had a hint:
"Auntie, I don't know how your business is progressing with the border. My nephew came here today to see what else you and uncle need?"
Yunxi understood, and nodded slightly, knowing that the two things he had entrusted to him had made progress, and his heart felt mixed and uncontrollable.
Working hard to stabilize her emotions, she squeezed a stiff smile on Lu Qiange:
"You just happened to come. That business was done. I have to buy a lot of spices and butter here."
"It's a coincidence. My nephew has put in a carriage and came here, so if I go with my aunt to buy supplies."
"You are going out now?"
Leng Qingtang frowned and wondered, and turned around on the corridor:
"Wait for a while, I will change to a more convenient dress and go with you."
"No need," Yun Xi stopped him suddenly, and shook his hand, with a gentle smile as if through a layer of smoke, making people unable to see through:
"There are still some spices here that I haven't been able to grind out, so please ask your husband to help me. I will go out with Huaer, and we will return in half a day."
Leng Qingtang turned his head helplessly and saw the dishes and cans on the wooden table under the gallery. He also knew that Yunxi's workload was not small these days, so he smiled and nodded in agreement.
The courtyard after the wife's departure seemed extremely empty, making Leng Qingtang bored and uncomfortable.
The stone pestle grinds the spices and makes a "chacha" sound, like a wheel rolling on the fine gravel, repeating the mechanical action over and over again.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Leng Qingtang looked up and smiled and put down the tool in his hand.
"Forgot to bring something, right?"
He asked in a long voice, got up and opened the door.
The person outside was Ji Yan from South China, with a pale and tragic face and red eyes. It was clear that he was wronged.
Seeing Leng Qingtang's arrival, her resentful eyes delved into the courtyard cautiously, and he asked:
"Uncle, uncle...Is Azhu inside?":,,