As spicy and scented as she expected.

She didn't know why, and the food here never disappointed her, especially the meat, which really tasted as fragrant as it looks.

And at this time, people don’t put chicken essence and MSG in cooking. Many dishes have natural flavors, but are fresher than modern dishes that put chicken essence and MSG in modern times.

She ate a few bites of the mutton princess, and two large bowls of fat rice noodles also came.

The boss's wife held each hand and placed it firmly on the table.

On the flour with red soup were coriander and chopped green onion, the powder was fine white earthy rice flour, next to it was a spoonful of fat intestines and sauce, and the tips of peas were boiled inside.

Zhao Yuanle mixed with chopsticks, and the fragrance mixed with heat and fluttered up. As soon as she inhale, she would smell the fragrance of this bowl of powder.

Next, I could only hear the voices of Zhao Yuanle and Zhao Sancheng talking about fans.

The two of them ate noodles, picking up chopsticks from time to time and eating mutton together, and the kimchi next to them, and sometimes they ate two bites.

Zhao Yuanle thought this kimchi tasted good, crispy, sour, spicy, and a little sweet.

After eating more than half of the noodles, Zhao Yuanle saw that the mutton princess was at the bottom.

It turned out that the mutton only had one layer on top, and the bottom was covered with bean sprouts, ginger and shredded pepper.

Zhao Yuanle took a bite of the bean sprouts and felt it was spicy and crispy, but she still couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

"So that's the only thing."

Zhao Sancheng laughed when he heard her muttering sound.

"This one sells for more than twenty pieces, do you want a lot of mutton? The mutton is seventy or eighty pieces per pound. It's considered honest with you."

Zhao Yuanle: "I know, I just didn't eat enough."

Zhao Sancheng: "It's okay for us to eat one princess. How can we eat meat and eat enough? We must have to eat enough."

Zhao Yuanle stopped talking and continued to sell his head and spoon.

She thought that if Zhao Sancheng knew that in the future, people would eat meat and lose fat, eat less rice and pasta to lose weight, and like dishes with less oil and salt, and I don’t know what they would think.

The two of them finished the noodles at about the same time. Zhao Yuanle thought that his family had not eaten the mutton princess, so he asked to pack two more portions at the checkout.

Zhao Sancheng: "If you have money, save some money."

Zhao Yuanle: "We two eat one princess, and there are four in the family, so we have to eat two princesses."

The boss lady next to her smiled and agreed: "That's right, that's what it should be, fair."

Zhao Sancheng smiled and carried the treasure.

The boss put the two princesses into two greased paper bags in front of the two people, and then tied them tightly. Her movements were very skillful, and the things inside were not messed up.

Zhao Sancheng put this into his back.

The boss lady next to her reminded again: "When you go back to eat, you just put it in a bowl and steam it will still be the same."

Zhao Yuanle: "I know."

After saying that, she went out with Zhao Sancheng and started going home.

On the way back, there were fewer people selling things, and it seemed that it was far less lively than when I first arrived in the morning.

Zhao Yuanle sighed: "It's a pity that there are no duck blood that sells duck liver, duck intestines, duck blood. This one is the best to eat when you are hot."

Zhao Sancheng: "There are few people selling this one. There are only a few ducks. Only those special restaurants can discuss with those who kill ducks and buy them early.

Most people sell ducks, chickens, etc., but where can they sell duck liver and blood alone?

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes."

Where is the modern one selling these things alone here? Perhaps there are county or provincial capitals, but it basically does not exist in small towns.

The two were walking home. After walking for a while, Zhao Yuanle realized that Zhao Sancheng was carrying a full of things on his back, but he was hitting empty-handed. She felt a little embarrassed.

"Uncle San, I'll carry it."

Zhao Sancheng refused without even thinking about it.

"I, a big man, can't carry this little thing? If anyone sees it on the road, he will laugh at me."

Zhao Yuanle: "I'm very strong."

Zhao Sancheng: "No matter how strong you are, you are still a girl. I am a big man or your third uncle. How could I let you carry it? I'm empty-handed?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I'm just afraid that you will be tired."

Zhao Sancheng didn't feel tired.

At this time, farmers like Zhao Sancheng had to do a lot of farm work every day and had to serve before. They basically did not work until dark until dark, and there was no time to rest.

After working like this all year round, they get used to it, their bodies have endurance, their skin is more wear-resistant, and their hands and feet are calledchids.

This little thing is really nothing for Zhao Sancheng now.

However, such labor intensity is still overdrawn in the end. In addition, the food is not very good, so it is impossible to have the conditions to maintain it. Most people like Zhao Sancheng are already suffering from problems at around 40 years old. They will not live much later and die in the entanglement of pain and disease.

Zhao Yuanle has not had a real feeling about these things. Now, she just admires the excellence of people at this time.

The two of them returned home and took out all the things inside the carving.

He Ju looked at the obvious extra things and knew that it must be the essential oil and puree made by Zhao Yuanle that were sold.

"Sold a silver dollar?"

She asked.

Zhao Sancheng replied next to him: "Yes, one."

He Ju asked Zhao Yuanle again: "How many are left?"

Zhao Yuanle coughed and replied, "Secret."

He Ju laughed out loud when she heard this.

"It's still a secret. I don't want yours. You can use what you earn yourself."

She was not worried that Zhao Yuanle would spend money randomly, so she had never cared about Zhao Yuanle's New Year's money in the past two years after Zhao Yuanle's biological mother passed away.

She felt that only Zhao Yuanlan, a disobedient person, would spend money indiscriminately, so she would take advantage of the night to touch Zhao Yuanlan's New Year's money every year.

Zhao Yuanlan was so happy to see so many things.

She asked Zhao Yuanle for credit.

"Today I cut two pig grass on your pig, they are so edible."

Zhao Yuanle nodded with satisfaction: "Reward you for the mutton princess, carry it in the carpet, and steam it to eat it at night."

Zhao Yuanlan clapped happily and immediately went inside her back and flipped it up.

He Ju felt a little helpless when she saw so many things and pig's waist.

"So much, where can I finish eating?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I can't finish the next meal, but now I'm cold, so I can put the dishes."

He Ju: "I pulled all the tripe and I still want you to eat enough."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then you can eat hot pot for two days."

Zhao Yuanlan nodded: "That's it, eat more for one more day."

He Ju took these things and started to clean up with helpless smile.

Zhao Yuanle walked into the kitchen and saw the tripe that had been washed and tore off one piece after another, neatly placed in a large bowl.

Next to it is a basket of lettuce leaves and pea tips.

Satisfied Zhao Yuanle said to He Ju: "Sanniang, I'll get the base material."
Chapter completed!