Chang'an City is still bustling at night, with restaurants and taverns on the roadside full of customers.

But these... have nothing to do with Zhao Ji Restaurant.

A few scattered diners in the lobby were absentmindedly tugging at the vegetables in their bowls for a long time, but the vegetables didn't move much, but the small plate of sauerkraut that was given as a gift had a lot of water left.

Zhao Dalang alone can handle this small number of guests.

Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes at Zhao Dalang, threw the rag back into his hand, went into the kitchen, and not long after entering, she went to the backyard with a large bag of things wrapped in oil paper.

In the backyard, Zhao Lian was combing Ah Mao, the black dog, with a brush. When she saw Mr. Liu approaching, one person and one dog subconsciously stepped back.

Naturally, these actions and reactions caught the eyes of Mrs. Liu. Mrs. Liu, who had nothing to do with Zhao Lian, immediately glared at the black dog Amao and cursed him for being a shameless person.

The black dog Amao lowered his head and whined a few times, which made Zhao Lian feel distressed again. She couldn't help complaining to Mrs. Liu: "Mom, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Liu opened the oil paper bag in her arms, took out something from it, handed it to Zhao Lian, and said, "Go! Change her eggs!"

Zhao Lian looked at the egg in Liu's hand, which was not much bigger than a quail egg, and was speechless: "Mom, how could you do such a shameless thing?"

She, Zhao Lian, is not a young lady who doesn’t have her hands dirty. She knows how to buy and cook vegetables on weekdays, and she often goes to the market. Take a look at the egg in Mrs. Liu’s hand, which is not much bigger than a quail egg. It's just something bought in the market as a supplement, not worth much.

But the eggs Sister Wen used to make fried noodles were almost the size of a palm, and they looked like the best products in the market.

Apart from other things, in terms of size, two or three of Mr. Liu's eggs are probably as big as one of Sister Wen's eggs.

Zhao Lian felt that she was going to be embarrassed by Mrs. Liu: I really don’t know how her mother could always come up with such scandalous things?

Ms. Liu, who was "shameless and shameless" by Zhao Lian, gave her a fierce look, stretched out her hand and grabbed Zhao Lian's ears. She didn't let go until Zhao Lian cried out in pain, then put her hands on her hips and began to curse: "You girl, you know what I mean." What's that? You really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you're not a business owner! How much money can a restaurant make in a month? I don't know what to do, should I ask you to think about it with your useless thing or you?"

Zhao Lian: "..."

"Then you can't do such a thing!" She said with a red face, "Even the eggs have to be exchanged for other people's goods, why are you so shameless when you tell me?"

Mrs. Liu sneered when she heard this, rolled her eyes, and said: "Who said that egg is hers? Eggs are eggs, why don't they have a name?" As long as she refuses to admit it, she has changed, pointing to this The quail-sized eggs are said to be Wen Mingtang's, so what can the girl do to her?

After Zhao Lian heard this, she glanced at Mrs. Liu, was silent, and said: "...I really wrote my name."

After that, he went back to the house and took out an egg.

The palm-sized egg was placed next to Liu's quail egg, which was even more dazzling when compared to it.

Mrs. Liu looked at the "^-^" painted on the big egg, her face was extremely ugly, and she cursed: "I really haven't seen such a person! When I buy an egg, I have to mark it, for fear that someone will steal it. The eggs won’t work?”

I don't know why this inexplicable mark always looks a bit like Wen Mingtang's smiling face, looking at the egg as if it is mocking her.

Hearing this, Zhao Lian glanced at the quail egg in Mrs. Liu's hand and said, "Mom, do you have the nerve to say that? Didn't you just want to exchange it for Sister Wen's egg?"

I have never seen such a person before...Aren't you yourself such a person?

Mrs. Liu gave her a fierce look, feeling extremely aggrieved: Although she was the daughter who crawled out of her belly, she didn't know who she resembled with her honest temper.

Ms. Liu, who couldn't change the egg, looked at Wen Mingtang with an ugly expression. Seeing Wen Mingtang folding her arms and leaning on the door frame, looking here with a clear mind, she sneered: Among the neighbors, she, Liu Su'e, has always taken advantage of others.

Yes, this is the first time that this girl has been asked to report to the rebel general Yijun!

Wait and see! Mrs. Liu gave Wen Mingtang a hard look, turned around and left.

…

Early the next morning, after getting up and washing up, Wen Mingtang said something to Zhao Lian and went out.

When it was time to have breakfast, Mrs. Liu looked behind Zhao Lian with a large pot of watery porridge in her hands: "What about the convict queen named Wen?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Zhao Lian glanced at Mrs. Liu dissatisfiedly. When she saw the pot of porridge that was as thin as water, she felt a sense of powerlessness and sighed.

, sat down and said, "Sister Wen is out, I don't want to eat your breakfast!"

When she heard that Wen Mingtang had gone out and refused to eat her breakfast, Ms. Liu's face became even more ugly. She looked down at the porridge cooked with water and her face turned green: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Then

Why did I make this pot of porridge?"

She cooked this pot of porridge on purpose just to force the smart girl named Wen to leave early! Who knew that she wouldn't come for breakfast at all? What should I do? Who would eat the porridge cooked in a big pot of water?

…

Wen Mingtang didn't know that Mr. Liu had come up with such a trick so early in the morning, so he just left Zhao Ji Restaurant and randomly found a nearby breakfast stall to have breakfast.

As soon as we sat down, the boss brought us breakfast.

It’s not a special breakfast dish, just steamed dumplings with a bowl of light mung bean porridge and a side dish on the side.

Wen Mingtang saw the side dishes at a glance, and paused for a moment as his eyes fell on the side dishes.

The boss who was about to leave after bringing breakfast over saw Wen Mingtang looking at the side dishes and introduced him: "This is called sauerkraut. It's delicious with porridge!" The boss pointed to the plate of sauerkraut and introduced, "I made this myself.

Yes, the taste is mostly similar to the pickled cabbage from Zhaoji Restaurant!"

The couple at Zhao Ji Restaurant were so bad at cooking that if they hadn't relied on this plate of sauerkraut, they would have closed the restaurant long ago.

Nowadays, the old customers who occasionally go to Zhaoji Restaurant to eat are not pictured, but this mouthful of pickled sauerkraut for some reason. However, the couple was very greedy and refused to sell sauerkraut alone, and even set the rules.

It's only for free, not for sale. Only if you order three large dishes can you get a plate of sauerkraut.

This sour, salty, and spicy food is really appetizing, but even with such a "signature", the couple's business became worse and worse.

Looking at the sauerkraut prepared with vinegar and salt brought by the boss, Wen Mingtang raised an eyebrow.

She taught Zhao Sishan how to pickle the sauerkraut, and Zhao Sishan taught it to Zhao Dalang and his wife. It was originally just a supplement, but unexpectedly, it was used by the couple in this way.

"But although the taste is similar, they are different after all." The boss looked at the small plate of pickled cabbage, sighed, and said quietly, "The couple at Zhao Ji Restaurant looked at this pickled cabbage recipe like eyeballs.

Yes, there was a guest who was curious and went into the kitchen to see how the sauerkraut was made, but they almost asked him to file a lawsuit with the government, saying that his signature recipe was worth a thousand gold, and the guest had stolen a thousand gold, so at least he had to pay for it.

The sentence is ten to eight years!"

Is that so? Wen Mingtang paused as he picked up the bowl of porridge. He couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Mrs. Liu secretly holding a jar and stuffing it under her and Zhao Lian's bed at dawn.

I have seen people struggling, but it is rare to see someone as capable as Mr. Liu!

Yesterday she suffered a "defeat", and today she started to get worse!

Wen Mingtang shook his head. Zhao Sishan was indeed right. Her brother-in-law and sister-in-law were really the best! After a while, he went to see Zhang Caimai and had to find a place to live and move out quickly.

As for Zhao Dalang and the Liu family... I think Zhao Sishan would be more willing to take care of it himself.
Chapter completed!