Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Not to mention that Cong Jinghai wanted to curse, even Cui Bianxu couldn't maintain the demeanor of a child from an aristocratic family.

As they did this, Ding Yuan's smile grew even wider. He passed the tweezers hand across his nose, squinting his eyes in ecstasy, and his voice suddenly softened, "There's a faint fragrance on this."

"Ugh!" Zong Jinghai couldn't help but stumble out.

This guy did it on purpose!

Cui Bianxu suppressed his churning stomach, digging his toes into the ground. "What's that smell?"

He can't retreat! This is the dignity of the Qinghe Cui family!

"Shaoqing! Don't listen to his nonsense! How can there be any fragrance on it? It smells almost like shit!" A shrill accusing voice from Jinghai came from outside the door.

He regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. If he had known, he shouldn't have come along. It would have been time to get off work long ago! Wouldn't it be nice to go home and hug my wife? Is this shift really necessary?

This hour is also unlucky!

Ding Yuan's nose tip slightly raised, as if he was sniffing something intensely, intoxicated: "I don't know, the smell is very faint, almost imperceptible."

"I can't smell what kind of spice it is." He was born in poverty and knew little about precious things like spices. Because he loved his job as a coroner, no young ladies were interested in him. Wherever he appeared, the young ladies would automatically retreat ten meters away.

Cui Bianxu felt a black screen before his eyes. He stared at him for a long time with some displeasure, then looked outside again - that useless guy Cong Jinghai was still retching.

"Forget it." He raised his hand and took the tweezers as if he had accepted his fate. The small tweezers now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Ding Yuan seemed to have seen something extraordinary. His narrow eyes widened twice as wide as he stared at the tweezers and Cui Bianxu's face, his whole body trembling with excitement.

This made Cui Bianxu very uncomfortable. He moved his feet, turned around and walked out the door, turning his gaze behind him, and put the tweezers to his nose and sniffed back and forth.

Zong Jinghai was squatting in the corridor outside. He was actually just retching and didn't really vomit anything. Therefore, there was no other strange smell outside except the stench of corpses coming from the morgue.

"Shao Qing, you..." Zong Jinghai was really upset this time. He slumped to the ground and pointed tremblingly at the tweezers in Cui Bianxu's hand. After a while, he stood up and saluted: "Shao Qing, you endured humiliation and hardship. I admire you."

Cui Bianxu ignored his habit of flattering others all the time and sniffed very seriously. Some things seemed disgusting before doing them, but when he actually did them, he felt it was not so bad.

For example, the strongest smell on this hair was the stench of a corpse, followed by the smell of feces, and then the smell of urine. He sniffed for a long time before finally smelling the faint fragrance with the cool breeze of the late night.

Cui Bianxu felt that he had perhaps sublimated and grown...

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Early Chen, Yong'anfang

Jiang Shangxian casually rolled up the quilt on the bed, put on his slippers, rubbed his eyes, yawned, stretched, and walked outside. He stood in the yard, shaking his hands and began to exercise.

It is impossible to fold the quilt. In her life creed, this is a meaningless act.

Fold it when you get up and unfold it when you go to bed. Isn't this just wasting time?

On her first day at work, she discovered a big problem with herself - she was too weak.

This is not to say that she is weak and powerless. She has been working at home every day for the past six months, selling mutton in the West Market, and her strength and courage have become much greater.

But after working all day at Lexianlou yesterday, her arms were still sore, as was the back of her neck and her shoulder blades on both sides.

This situation occurred because Lexianlou's business was good and she had to cook all the time. The kitchen utensils there were bigger and heavier than those at home.

So she has to exercise, improve her physical fitness, and strive to develop tendon muscles as soon as possible.

There was a lot of jumping noise, and Jiang's mother poked her head out from the kitchen again: "Nian Nu, you got up... Oh, what are you doing so early in the morning? What does it look like?"

Jiang's mother wanted to poke her eyes out. Whose young lady would dance in the yard with her hair disheveled and wearing only a midriff? Her movements were so bizarre that anyone who didn't know her would think she was a crazy woman.

Jiang Shangxian danced vigorously, dubbing herself in her mind while dancing, and didn't hear Jiang's mother's complaints at all. This was what she learned in the live broadcast room, Compendium of Materia Medica!

Seeing that she didn't respond, Jiang's mother glanced at the door, which was tightly closed. She rolled her eyes and retracted her head, muttering, "There's no peace and quiet all day long. You get up so early and don't even help with the work..."

This is just the meaningless nagging of parents. Jiang Shangxian didn't hear it anyway, and it doesn't matter if he did. Nagging is just to practice his eloquence. He will definitely lose if he goes out to argue with others.

When she was sweating from dancing, she grunted and went to the kitchen with a red face, holding a wooden basin to ask Jiang's mother for hot water. She could forget about taking a shower, but she could wipe herself, otherwise her body would be sticky.

As expected, Jiang's mother rolled her eyes again, "You're sweating all over so early in the morning, and your hair doesn't even stand up. Is this haunted?"

"Mother, I'm not very strong. My arms were sore last night. I need to exercise every day to keep my body in good shape so that I can work more efficiently." Jiang Shangxian is always like this. He does what he wants to do. If he gets scolded after doing it, he will just lower his head and accept it honestly.

I'll do it again next time.

With her personality, no one usually noticed unless they spent a long time with each other. In addition, in the past six months, she had only been the boss twice, once selling mutton and once going to Lexianlou.

But she had tried her best to persuade Jiang's mother, so she had no idea she had such a scoundrel temper. Her heart ached when she heard her say that: "Then why don't you put the basin down quickly? Why didn't you tell me your arm hurt? You should have rubbed it with medicated oil last night."

Jiang Shangxian put down the wooden basin obediently. Her mother gently pushed her and said, "Hurry up and stay inside. I'll bring you some water in a moment. It's cold in the morning and evening. Don't sweat and catch a cold."

"Oh, thank you, mother."

Sure enough, Jiang's mother brought the warm water over after a while, and took a look at her arm, saying that she would apply the medicated oil.

"Mom, I'm going to work soon. The dining area there will have a strong smell of medicinal oil. Can you apply it to me after I take a shower when I come back in the evening?" Jiang Shangxian didn't object to applying the medicinal oil, but the smell was too strong when he first applied it, and the smell of medicinal oil in the kitchen was not good either.

Jiang's mother was a little reluctant: "Is the smell of cooking fumes less? There are so many things to pay attention to when cooking. I should have gone to a smaller restaurant. Lexianlou has so many rules. It's just a place to eat."

This is unreasonable and vexatious anger.

In the Tang Dynasty, people usually ate simple breakfasts at home, either porridge or congee with some pickles. The Jiang family was no exception. To improve their quality of life, Jiang's mother basically ate congee one day and porridge the next.

Between porridge and steamed buns, Jiang Shangxian prefers steamed buns.

Mutu is actually a noodle soup. The dough is as wide as a child's belt and about the size of an adult man's thumb. Pepper and other seasonings are added to the soup. The noodles are soft, and two vegetable leaves are put on it. A spoonful of braised mutton sauce is poured on it. After eating a bowl, you will feel comfortable all over.

Jiang Shangxian went to work the next day. Although he got up very early, he still arrived at Lexian Building on time because he was too slow.

"Shopkeeper Wang, are all the ingredients I prepared for you yesterday available?" Jiang Shangxian passed by the counter and greeted his boss, which was considered as punching in for work.

Being the head manager of Lexianlou, it was not easy for him. In the entire restaurant, everyone, including waiters, apprentices, handymen and cooks, worked in shifts and had four days off every month. Only Manager Wang worked all year round, from morning to night.

He makes a lot of money, but Jiang Shangxian is not jealous at all.

Shopkeeper Wang stopped counting the abacus beads and immediately stopped what he was doing when he saw her. He pulled out a large rectangular wooden box from under the counter and said, "Here they are. They are all valuables. Try these first. After you try the dishes, if they are delicious, I will bring more."