Cuju competition is such a grand event, Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen, as the main people in charge, will not be absent. However, they did not rush to the Cuju venue, but took this opportunity to take their children to visit Mingzhou Mansion.
Xin Ning was young and stayed in the house with Aunt Cui, so Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming naturally came with her. Mr. Ning was too old to join in the fun, so Ning Kang also came with him as a non-staff member.
Today's Mingzhou Prefecture is very lively, with people going to the market, people selling food on the street, people setting up stalls and performing arts... Everyone has his own life, each has his own freshness, and the atmosphere of lively life is everywhere. The three children are busy non-stop.
, looking around with his little eyes, buying this now and that now with the change in his pocket, the whole person was very happy.
Cui Weizhen looked at him and frowned repeatedly. Ye Zhenzhen knew his virtue and reminded him repeatedly: "You must control yourself. Before you left the house, you promised that you would allow the children to use change to buy snacks."
Cui Weizhen looked at his wife who was also eating happily and remained suspiciously silent for a moment. He had reason to suspect that Zhen'er encouraged him to agree to the children's request so that he could eat snacks openly.
At this time, Cui Zhiduan excitedly shared the newly bought snacks with his father: "Dad, please try it, the rice cakes fried by this aunt are super delicious!"
The ladies who sell fried rice cakes are not stall owners or merchants on the street, but make snacks privately and sell them along the street. Generally speaking, as long as it is some festival or large-scale event, there are many private sellers, so tourists
You can eat a lot of food with different flavors.
Although the hawker lady was dressed simply, she looked clean, and the pottery bowl holding the fried rice cakes was also clean. She noticed Cui Weizhen's gaze and immediately explained nervously: "My lord, please rest assured.
The bowls in the little woman’s house are all clean and have not been used by anyone in the family. They are specially used to hold food for sale.”
Cui Weizhen nodded and ate the fried rice cake handed over by his son. It was crunchy and sweet. It was indeed his son's favorite taste. Of course, he also agreed with his taste.
He made a rare comment: "It tastes good."
The aunt subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't recognize the governor, but she also knew that the family in front of her was either rich or noble, so she was inevitably cautious when entertaining. Now that she was praised by the noble, she couldn't help but smile.
Ye Zhenzhen came and was curious: "Auntie, do you often do some food and hawking? Is the business good?"
The aunt was quite flattered and said repeatedly: "Madam, you don't know that retail investors like us who sell on the street usually go to some teahouses and pubs. If a kind-hearted owner allows us to enter, the sales will be faster; if they sell on their own,
In order to prepare dine-in meals, we can only sell them along the street. There is a Cuju competition today, there are many tourists, and everyone is in high spirits. It is also easier to sell the rice cakes of Little Women, and they will be sold out quickly."
She said with a cheerful smile on her face: "When it's sold out, the little woman can bring her grandson out to watch the fun."
Ye Zhenzhen looked at the few fried rice cakes she had left and said, "You don't have to go around selling them, we bought the rest."
The aunt was both surprised and grateful, but she looked at the children who had already eaten several pieces, and said hesitantly: "Thank you madam for your kindness. It's just that although the fried rice cakes are good, it's not advisable to eat too much. The young men are all exhausted."
No, you don’t need to spend any more money.”
There was a lot of fried rice cakes left, and the two nobles didn't look like they could eat them.
Ye Zhenzhen thought to herself that this aunt was so honest and honest that she would actually push the business out of the business, so her smile became softer: "Don't worry, aunt, our family's entourage will be enough for each one of us."
Today was very lively. Ye Zhenzhen was considerate of the maids around her, so when she went out, she no longer held them in wait and asked them to move around freely.
Cui Weizhen was different. He was worried about the danger in large numbers, so he had personal guards stationed in the crowd. When he looked up, he could see that for this group of big and powerful men, a few pieces of rice cakes were just a trivial matter.
Cui Weizhen waved his hand, and Zhou Wu and others came over. After they took away the rice cakes one by one, the aunt's pottery bowl had already reached the bottom.
By this time she had realized that the kind-hearted lady wanted her to go home to spend time with her grandson.
"Thank you, madam, thank you sir, you two are really kind-hearted people." The aunt held the broken silver in her hand, not to mention how grateful she was on her face.
Ye Zhenzhen waved her hand: "Ma'am, you're welcome. Your fried rice cakes are also delicious. Go back and accompany your grandson."
Eh.
The aunt responded loudly, blessed herself happily, and left with brisk steps.
Cui Weizhen couldn't help but hold Zhen'er's hand, and when he looked sideways, he saw that the dimples still remained on her face, and his heart softened unconsciously.
"Zhen'er likes this lady's fried rice cakes? I'll ask Mo Yan to check it out later, and I'll buy it back for you often."
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head: "There is no need to waste so much manpower. Meeting is fate. Maybe we can meet this aunt next time."
She wanted the romance of an unexpected surprise, but Cui Zhicheng was different and said hurriedly: "Dad, mother, I want to eat! I want to eat! Daddy, please ask Uncle Mo Yan to buy it for me!"
For foodies, stable happiness is the most important thing!
Cui Weizhen lowered his head and glanced at his son, and refused expressionlessly: "There is no limit to the desire for food and drink. Every extra frugality is the way to cherish blessings and prolong life."
Cui Zhiduan: "..." That's not what you told your mother.
The sadness in his heart turned into a river. Cui Zhiming was no longer surprised by this. He patted his brother on the shoulder with great sympathy and whispered: "Brother, it doesn't matter. Maybe Aunt Wu in our house will do it too. You can ask later
Ask her."
Yes, Mrs. Wu’s cooking skills are really inherited from her mother. Maybe she can also fry rice cakes.
Cui Zhiduan was more or less comforted.
Ning Kang had just arrived and didn't understand the Cui family's routines yet. He whispered to his two brothers: "The prefect is so strict."
He is even stricter than his grandfather. Every time he goes to the street, his grandfather will buy him a lot of delicious food, but Mr. Cui even needs his approval to eat snacks.
Cui Zhiduan looked numb: "Forget it, I'm used to it. Anyway, my father loves my mother the most. It's just an accident." Even this time, it was because their mother wanted to eat snacks that they were lucky enough to go around.
Eating and drinking.
Ningkang: "..."
Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
This kid deserves a beating.
Cui Weizhen knocked on his son's forehead, but he was not angry at all. Instead, he said with a faint smile, "Nonsense."
Cui Zhiduan immediately covered his head and grinned, deliberately making all kinds of weird looks, which once again provoked his father to shudder.
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't hold it back, covered her mouth and snickered.
[The author has something to say]
I took my furry child to the pet store for a bath at noon, but the furry child didn't want to be washed. I went through all kinds of troubles and didn't take a break at noon. I felt sleepy when I came back from get off work tonight and didn't wake up until eleven o'clock. It can be said to be extremely extreme.