Chapter 12 (2/2)

Fried dough sticks are not very common in the street. People in that era suffered from life. Where were they willing to fry things with half a pot of oil? Even if it can be used several times, it will hurt after all. The food of fried dough sticks and cakes can not be tasteful, so the profit is very meager. If you want to eat, several shops will sell it, but it is far less than the popularity of rice porridge and pickles.

Hou's house is a rich family, so you don't have to care about this oil, but at that time, the rich and noble people all paid attention to health preservation. Such greasy food obviously didn't accord with the way of health preservation. Therefore, basically, breakfast was mainly rice porridge, pickled vegetables, steamed buns and snacks, and rarely brought fried dough sticks, oil cakes and soybean milk to the table to honor the master. Therefore, although Duan Tingxuan knew these things, he thought carefully that he had not eaten them several times. Therefore, he smelled the aroma and thought that they were made by Su wennuan. The taste must be better. The saliva was a little flooding.

”Sir, what is this in your hand?”

Su wennuan doesn't care about the big fox who eats and drinks. However, Hong Lian and Xiang Yun seriously salute. Seeing that the master is carrying several cloth bags that are seriously inconsistent with his identity and image, Xiang Yun can't help asking curiously.

”Cough... Well... I occasionally passed by the kitchen today and saw some fresh rice beans sent by Chuang Tzu. I brought them to you to see if they can be used. If not, throw them away.”

With the thickness of Duan Tingxuan's face, looking at these cloth bags, he couldn't help blushing. The little Marquis ran to tears in his heart: Mom, is it easy for me to rub some food?

Honglian and Xiangyun were delighted. Honglian quickly took the bag with a smile and said, ”what did you say? Where can you throw away the good rice beans? If you waste food, you will be punished by heaven.”

As she spoke, she winked with Xiangyun. Seeing that the girl was still unknown, she pulled the little girl out until she walked more than ten steps away. She gently poked Xiangyun's finger and whispered, ”you really don't have eyes. It's easy. Grandma is in a good mood today. I just took something again. Why don't you let others talk alone.”

Xiangyun rubbed his forehead and whispered, ”sister, when I don't understand your mind? But grandma is very different from her father now. I'm afraid they don't agree and move their hands again. Isn't it deeper at that time?”

Honglian was stunned. For a long time Fang shook her head and said, ”yes, it's my negligence. How can I forget this stubble?” as she said, she raised her head and looked at the direction of the kitchen anxiously.

In the kitchen, Su wennuan didn't give in as before. While filtering the dough into the pot, he glanced sideways at Duan Tingxuan and said with a sneer: ”I know a lot today. I finally know that rubbing rice is not worth rubbing. I even know to bring some rice beans.”

Duan Tingxuan took a smoke from the corner of his mouth: just look at the delicious fried dough sticks. I don't have the same general knowledge with her. There are a few. Good men don't fight women.

”What's the round one? I know the long one is fried dough sticks, but what about the round one? Is it called oil cakes?” Duan Tingxuan wanted to have a good relationship with Su wennuan, so his tone was a little smiling. Of course, you have to say that he was flattering, and the little Marquis would not admit it if he died.

”That's right. Why? I haven't seen it?” Su wennuan wondered. She knew that there were fried dough sticks in ancient times. Didn't there be any fried dough cakes? It can't be true? Fried dough sticks are salty and oil cakes are sweet, which just meets the needs of people with various tastes. If there are no oil cakes, how can the dispute between sweet and salty parties be resolved? Isn't the sweet party even more bitter?

”It's really called oil cake?” Duan Tingxuan didn't expect that he was right. He couldn't help but stretched his head and looked carefully: ”strange, how about the oil cake? Where are the scallions? There are many scallions on the oil cake I've eaten.”

”Is that scallion oil cake?” Su wennuan looked contemptuously at the slag man's husband: with this knowledge, he still has the face to make food. It's really embarrassing for the food people.

”Scallion oil cake... Isn't it also oil cake?”

Duan Tingxuan is even more confused. It's true that he likes delicious food, but he hasn't really studied these things to eat and drink

”It's also oil cake, but it's different from this sugar oil cake.” Su wennuan is too lazy to talk nonsense with slag man. Otherwise, would he have to give him the history and family members of popular science oil cake? Tell him that the oil cake family not only has sugar oil cakes, scallion oil cakes, but also pancakes, pancakes and pancakes. Well, I missed eating pancakes on February 2. I'm greedy. I happen to have leeks now. Regenerate some bean sprouts and see when to eat them.

Hahaha, the little Marquis finally knows the truth of carrying food materials to the door, so he hasn't been treated like a storm sweeping away leaves. Don't you offer some recommendation tickets and collections for the sensible children of the little Marquis? (I feel that my ticket seeking language is out of words, OTZ) mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.