Chapter 10 Pickle Xishi on

"Just ask me to clean it up. Besides, you can stay at home tomorrow, and I'll just sell it. Qi Bosong complained.

Zhen Xing lowered her waist and said with a smile, "Forget it, most of the people who buy pickles are big girls and daughters-in-law. Who dares to go in when they see you? Don't say anything else, just say that you helped in the stall yesterday. Who dares to go in? You, do a good job of logistics support. It's not easy to do these things."

As Zhen Xing said, she walked into the room lazily and threw herself on the sofa. The recipe for making pickles has been given to Qi Bosong. In the future, she just needs to sell it.

Qi Bosong immediately brought the food from the kitchen, and he was very dissatisfied. A big man cooks at home, but let the woman go out and show his face. This woman is not someone else, but the master. Let the emperor know, is he still alive?

But Zhen Xing doesn't think so. She has always believed that men and women are equal, and those who can work more. Although she comforted Qi Bosong several times, she could see his mood.

Seeing the slight unhappiness on Qi Bosong's face, Zhen Xing lowered her arms with a smile and said to him with a smile, "Don't be discouraged. Seeing that the cabbage is about to be collected, you will go to Ili to contact the buyer! Besides, I think there are a lot of grapes here. How about making wine from grapes?

Qi Boxong looked at Zhen Xing and said to himself, "How can she toss around so much?" At this time, he seemed to remember something. He hurried back to the room and took out a small bag.

"When I came back from the field this morning, I saw that everyone was picking this kind of fruit. I heard that the locals would pick this fruit in autumn. I tasted it and it should not be poisonous. I'll bring it back for you to taste. Qi Bosong said with a smile.

Zhenxing seemed to have drilled into a little mouse in her heart. She had seen this kind of fruit and everyone was eating it. The places that can be picked on the branches have been picked up, and only a few trees hang on the top of the trees.

"Are you on the tree?" Zhen Xing asked.

Qi Bosong smiled, and Zhen Xing's heart warmed. If it is a hundred years later, she will definitely like this man who silently pays for herself. However, she couldn't guess the true meaning of Qi Boxong.

If it is just respect and protection for the master, his concern and dedication seem to have gone beyond this relationship; if he likes her, she can't feel any obvious hint. Is this the sentence "beyond friendship, not love" sung by Yang Chenglin?

If you can live a down-to-earth life with him, it may not be a bad thing. Qi Bosong is a responsible man and is willing to live at home. She is her ideal marriage partner.

Thinking of this, her face couldn't help but turn red.

Her relationship with Emperor Guangxu has been broken since the moment she left the capital. She knew that there would be no result, and her relationship was blank. And he silently guarded her and took care of her. Isn't it the most suitable husband?

She knew that he was still unmarried. A 27-year-old man and a 20-year-old woman are a perfect match.

Her face turned redder, and she scolded herself a few words in her heart. Instead, he picked up his lunch and jumped in his heart.

Qi's pickles are becoming more and more famous, that is, even the aunts and daughters-in-law in the nearby town came to her house to taste the freshness. Zhen Xing was busy alone. Before noon, the pickles were sold out.

Qi Bosong has the intention to exchange a shop and let Zhenxing run a good job to avoid the wind and sun. However, Zhen Xing rejected Qi Bosong's kindness, believing that making pickles is not a long-term plan, but a way to pass the time at present.

There are jars of pickles at home, and Zhen Xing found that all customers who came to buy pickles always felt that there was something missing in the store. Generally speaking, they will ask if there is any dry food such as steamed buns. Zhen Xing thought that steamed buns were everywhere, and she had to study something that others couldn't make.

She remembered that the supermarket freezer was full of pumpkin cakes in the past, which was her favorite at some point. It's better to use pumpkin pie as the staple food. She searched for other food again. What is delicious and special?

Zhen Xing paced back and forth in the yard all afternoon. Qi Bosong brought a few jars of pickles back and forth. Seeing Zhen Xing's serious appearance, he knew what she was thinking about in her heart.

"Little master, Platycodon is ready." Qi Bosong said as he moved out the jar containing Platycodon.

Speaking of Platycodon, Zhenxing remembered that there was a Korean restaurant opposite the school. The inspiration was like the downpour in June, which made Zhenxing smart all of a sudden.

Seaweed rice!

The trouble came almost immediately. Can there be seaweed here? Where can I get the convenient and simple seaweed? This is the Qing Dynasty! There are not so many material conditions!

Zhenxing is depressed again, but there is no seaweed. Is it okay to use other alternatives? For example... such as tofu skin?

There was a burst of ecstasy in Zhen Xing's heart, as if she had won five million lottery tickets. He rushed into the kitchen and asked Qi Bosong to help her make a bamboo curtain for rice rolls. Zhen Xing drew out the specific drawings of the bamboo curtain. Qi Bosong took a look at the pickles. Seeing that today's task was completed, he went out with the drawings.

Qi Bosong originally wanted to pick up a few wooden sticks in the forest and make them by himself. Thinking left and right, Zhen Xing said that this thing was used to roll rice. He simply went to the carpenter's shop to try his luck first.

When the carpenter saw Qi Boxong coming in, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile. His family is a big customer, and it cost 30 taels of silver to make a pine arhat bed. I have made a lot of money. The rich man came to the door, and the carpenter laughed very happily.

"What are you going to do?" The carpenter asked with a smile.

Qi Bosong smiled, looked at the furniture in the carpenter's shop thoughtfully, and thought about how to deal with the carpenter who was waiting to knock on himself with a bamboo stick.

"Well, can I go to the backyard to see how you make furniture?" Qi Bosong asked.

The carpenter was stunned. Which play is this? Instead of choosing furniture, do you want to see how to make it? Probably because I can't believe my own craftsmanship, and rich people have this virtue.

The carpenter showed a smiling face, quickly stretched out a hand and said, "Of course, please come here."

Qi Bosong followed the carpenter into the backyard and saw the two apprentices of the carpenter in the backyard rubbing a piece of wood with a planer. The ground is scattered and full of rolls of shavings, and people "squeak" on it, and there is a strange feeling.

Qi Bosong walked to the carpenter's apprentice. An apprentice stopped and nodded and smiled at him.

"What is this doing?" Qi Bosong asked.

"This is a pair of cabinets made for Mr. Zhang's house. Look, we are good at cooking, aren't we? This is done with a layer of big paint. Hey, there's absolutely nothing to say!" The carpenter smiled and stretched out his thumb.

Qi Boxong smiled and turned to walk to another apprentice. His eyes were sharp and he saw a small wooden stick about six inches long from a pile of shavings.

"Bear by the way, what's the price of your circle chair outside?" Qi Bosong looked around with a frown and said to the carpenter.

As soon as the carpenter heard that the business was coming, he hurriedly accosted with a smile, "You, the old customer gave me this number." With that, the carpenter stretched out two fingers. Qi Bosong sneered twice and picked out the wooden stick from the pile of shavings.

"What is this? Ear spoon?" Qi Bosong deliberately asked curiously.

The carpenter said with a smile, "Don't scold us. Where is this ear spoon? It is the waste made by the apprentice. It's useless, so I threw it on the ground and planned to take it back for the fire.

"Oh." Qi Bosong nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The carpenter was stunned. Which one did this master sing? What do you do when it comes to this waste? The carpenter's apprentice didn't know the truth. He casually touched a few, handed them to Qi Boxong, and said with a smile, "You think my skills are not bad. Each one is almost the same length!"

The carpenter glanced at him, and Qi Boxong said to the carpenter with a smile, "Boss, you are useless anyway. I want to take it back to make an ear spoon. How many can you give me?

Hearing this, the carpenter said in a panic, "Look, what are you talking about?" If you want to use it, just take it back."

"That's good. Thank you, boss." Qi Bosong hugged his fist and said.

The two of them returned to the front hall as they spoke all the way. The carpenter pointed to the chair and said, "What size are you going to make?"

When Qi Bosong heard this, his heart was broken. He obviously came to ask for things under the guise of being. Now he is sick and wants to sell his furniture, and it will be difficult to end this time.

Qi Bosong deliberately frowned, patted the chair and said, "You are too expensive, and it's not good wood. Come on, when I've decided, I'll come to your house when it's decided. Thank you for your ear spoon. I'll go first.

The carpenter watched Qi Bosong leave his store like a wooden chicken. After a while, he suddenly realized and patted his head fiercely and said loudly, "Oh, he's here to ask for the ear spoon!"

Qi Bosong returned home happily with the stick from the carpenter, and Zhen Xing took the stick from his hand. Although the length is a little small and slightly thick, it is difficult for her to be a smart person. At least with the bamboo curtain, Zhen Xing happily took it back to the room, searched out the needle and thread boxes, and tied them one by one with cotton thread.

Then he took out a pot of rice from the shelf, put out a spoonful, and mixed it with sugar and vinegar. Zhen Xing tasted it and it was a little sweet, but in general, it didn't matter.

She spread the rice evenly on the bean skin and spread a cucumber strip. She didn't prepare anything else in a hurry. The cucumber strips were just cucumber strips. Anyway, the things tested were all in Qi Boxong's belly.

Zhen Xing slowly rolled up the curtain and pressed the rice on the bean skin with moderate force. Then, she slowly opened the curtain, and a sushi was ready.

When she found a knife, she cut the sushi roll. All this didn't matter, but I found that the bean skin was scattered. It turns out that it makes sense for people to use seaweed. When encountering moisture, it will become sticky and stick together, while the bean skin does not have this effect.