The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

The few of them hit it off immediately. After entering, they found that there was not even a waiter in the shop to greet customers. Looking around, they found that the decoration of Huajianzui was elegant. Only in the corner near the window in the backyard, there was a man sitting and reading a book.

"Is this brother also here to drink?"

Looking up at the few people, Xu Qingye looked out the window at the backyard.

"Tang'er, a guest is coming."

"coming."

Song Yuntang, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the noise and hurriedly handed the frying chicken in his hand to Chen and trotted to the front hall.

She looked apologetic.

"Everyone, our shop is tasting the food today and will open tomorrow. You can come back tomorrow."

The men were polite and simply asked, "Miss, what kind of food are you guys cooking right now? It smells incredibly delicious."

“It’s crispy chicken.”

Crispy Chicken is the name Song Yuntang gave to fried chicken.

She thought for a moment, then added, "I just made one. If you don't mind, could you please sit down and help me taste it? It's free."

"What's your last name, girl?"

"No need to worry about your surname being Song."

When the seven scholars heard this, they nodded quickly.

"Okay, if it tastes good, we will definitely come to support Miss Song when it opens tomorrow."

Song Yuntang invited everyone to a larger table and poured each person a small cup of sour plum soup in an exquisite porcelain cup that she had specially selected.

Sour plum soup is sweet and sour, stimulating the appetite and can also relieve greasiness. It is a perfect match with fried chicken.

Afterwards, she returned to the backyard, chopped half a fried chicken, and cut it into small pieces to make it easier for several people to take. Then she put a layer of oil paper on a small bamboo plate, put the crispy chicken into small pieces on it, and brought it to the front hall.

"Try it, and if there are any shortcomings, please let me know."

Half a crispy chicken is not much, and after cutting it into small pieces, it is only enough for one piece per person.

The seven scholars picked up their chopsticks, picked up a piece each, and took a bite. The crispy chicken, which had just come out of the pan, had crispy skin and tender meat. They immediately opened their eyes wide in surprise.

“It smells good and tastes delicious too!”

After eating a piece, I wanted to pick up more, but the small bamboo plate was empty.

A few people put down their chopsticks embarrassedly and gave Song Yuntang a thumbs up.

"This crispy chicken dish of yours is delicious. I wonder what time it opens tomorrow? We will definitely come to support it."

In fact, when Song Yuntang saw the expressions of several people, he knew that it must taste good.

"We'll be opening tomorrow. The crispy chicken is limited to thirty pieces per day. If you want to try some, you'll have to come early."

The scholars were puzzled.

"Why are you only selling thirty of these delicious things?"

Song Yuntang smiled politely and said, "Supply is limited, and making them is time-consuming and labor-intensive. It's not easy to make thirty a day."

"Well, it seems that if we want to eat Miss's crispy chicken, we have to come earlier tomorrow." Several people drank the sour plum soup in their cups, stood up and bowed to Song Yuntang, "Thank you for your hospitality today, we will come again tomorrow."

"Everyone, take care."

After Song Yuntang escorted them out of the shop, he looked towards the backyard and said, "Sister Xier, Sister Xia, please bring the noodles and the other half of the fried chicken over."

"Hey, here we come."

Xier and Tao Xia had just brought the noodles and fried chicken to the table when a voice came from outside the shop.

"Old Man Pan, I haven't been here for over 20 days, but your place looks so different. What did you cook today that smells so good?"

Song Yuntang looked back and was stunned for a moment when he saw the monk looking around the shop while talking.

The drinking monk that Uncle Pan mentioned before was actually him?

Liao Wu looked around the shop and when he looked intently at the girl in front of him, he was stunned.

"Miss Song is here too."

Song Yuntang nodded slightly, "Master Liaowu still remembers me?"

"I remember. Miss Song is so special, of course I remember her." Master Liaowu laughed and stepped into the shop.

Xu Qingye put down the book in his hand and asked, "Master Liaowu, are you here to get some wine?"

He met Master Liaowu in Uncle Pan’s tavern.

When he was eighteen years old, Master Liaowu asked him and Uncle Pan to drink. When he was drunk, he said in a daze that a disaster was about to come to him, and if he survived, he would be successful in the future. He did not take his words seriously at the time, and just thought that this old bald donkey was drunk and made up stories. Unexpectedly, he fell ill not long after.

Liao Wu looked at Xu Qingye and then at Song Yuntang.

Although he was in the quiet place of Buddhism, he had heard about Xu Jia Dalang getting married. Today, he saw both of them appear in this tavern.

Is this... the wife follows the husband's lead?

He laughed and walked towards Xu Qingye, "You said you wanted to drink, so why did you bring your wife with you?"

Xu Qingye quickly corrected him.

"I'm not here to drink, I'm here to accompany her."

Master Liao Wu sat down in front of him and said, "So, you don't want to drink anymore?"

Xu Qingye glanced in Song Yuntang's direction, then turned to look at Master Wu, "Drinking too much is harmful to your health, so you should stop drinking in moderation."

Liao Wu stroked his beard and said, "I didn't expect that after your illness, you've started to cherish your life."

Xu Qingye smiled and shook his head.

It's not that he values ​​his life too much, but he thinks that the girl is still young and he is so much older. He has to work hard to stay healthy and spend more time with her. Husband and wife share the same fate. If something happens to him, she will be left alone and helpless, which is pitiful.

"Uncle Pan has already transferred this wine shop to Tang'er. Master, just tell her what kind of wine you want."

Master Liao Wu was stunned.

"Old Pan doesn't sell wine anymore?"

Xu Qingye said calmly, "He passed on the shop and the winemaking skills to Tang'er. The wine we sell now was all brewed by Uncle Pan."

"I see."

Master Liao Wu saw that the dishes and chopsticks had been placed on the table next to him, so he stood up and looked at the food on the table. Especially when he saw the golden half fried chicken on the table, he was so greedy that his saliva started watering.

Tao and Chen had never seen such a greedy monk. Out of respect for monks, they were so scared that they took a few steps back and dared not go forward.

Song Yuntang looked at Master Wu.

"Master, would you like to try our new dishes too?"

Master Liao Wu nodded quickly.

"Try it, try it."

Song Yuntang smiled and was not surprised that monks wanted to eat meat. She brought two bowls of noodles and placed them in front of Xu Qingye and Master Liaowu. She asked Chen to go to the kitchen to get a fried chicken that was just being fried and was being drained of oil. She also asked Tao Xia to cook another bowl of noodles.

Luo Wu, who has always loved meat, was really tempted by the fried chicken. He tore it in half and took a bite.

"Delicious!" He looked at Xu Qingye, pointing at the fried chicken in his hand and said, "I didn't expect there would be something this delicious in the world!"

Xu Qingye just ate the noodles in the bowl slowly and said something without raising his head.

"Master Liao Wu, just remember to pay after you finish eating."