Chapter 1914:

As Bai Qinger, who has followed Zhou Ye since she was fourteen years old, until now, she could naturally see her master's intentions at a glance. In fact, just imagining such a scene, she already felt a little uncontrollable... But , she still resisted the surging Qing Dynasty in her heart, and whispered: "However, it's not today, Qing'er will have to feel the master's love tonight, after all - once Qing'er goes back, she will not be allowed to go down the mountain for a year. what about..."

"Tonight, I will definitely make you little goblin beg for mercy..."

"Hehe... Qing'er is looking forward to it..."

At this time, Xiufang had also finished singing her new work... and returned to Zhou Ye's side. "How do Ye Lang think of my song??"

"Did Xiufang sing for me just now??" Zhou Ye pretended to be stunned and said, "Why did I only hear a woman telling me about lovesickness?? Oh, I'm old Now, my ears are not working well..."

Hearing Zhou Ye's words, Xiufang was so ashamed that she really wanted to bite him...

However, after being shy, Xiufang was also full of joy... After all, Zhou Ye could hear her love for him...

"Ye Lang..."

Maybe it was because I was stimulated by Shang Xiufang's autumnal poem. The girls worked very hard tonight, especially Bai Qinger. This night was a losing streak, a losing streak, and there was quite a bit of madness... The girls with him Also a little crazy...

I don't know when, even the two maids Qianqian and Ping'er were pulled into the battle group...

The bright moon in the night sky is getting brighter and brighter... It's just that the people in the house haven't rested yet... They are still fighting endlessly...

And on the other side...

Under Du Fuwei's suggestion, a message quickly spread around the entire Liyang area——

[Director Li Yang, Du Fuwei, wants to hold a wedding ceremony for his godson with a woman... I don't know which one of the Thirteen Taibaos the godson is, but the woman has a man's name - Kou Zhong]

Chapter 2297

"Xiaoling, another scallion pancake..."

"OK……"

At this time, in a restaurant above the south wharf of Liyang City, a tall young man was sweating profusely, baking cakes in front of a simple stove.

All around it are some guys doing coolies on the pier.

A few days ago, because of the war, these coolies had not received work for a long time. Now that the war stopped, they immediately flocked to the pier, looking for work.

But the good thing is that although Du Fuwei occupied Liyang, he did not block the river surface, which also made the merchants of cargo ships going from south to north to think of him.

In addition, there were too many cargo ships watching in Danyang and other places before the war, so these days, these coolies on the dock can be said to have endless work. ,

Therefore, many people are reluctant to go home for lunch at noon, so they simply have a meal in the small restaurant next to the wharf.

It's just that this restaurant is really small and a little pitiful. There are only four or five tables full of tables, chairs and benches, which is far from enough for the hundreds of coolies, so many coolies simply carried a scallion pancake and brought a bowl of vegetables. Soup, squatted on the side of the road and started eating.

When the pancake boy finally baked the last scallion pancake, the hundred catties of pancake noodles prepared today were completely gone.

The owner of the restaurant, Zhang Lizimei, counted the money, walked to the boy's side, and said softly, "Xiaoling, you're tired, let's take a break, and Erya will bring our meals... …”

"It's alright, Uncle Zhang, I'm not tired!" The young man called Xiaoling smiled at Zhang Cripple.

"Hey, lame Zhang, it's a blessing for you to have a helper like Xiaoling..." A coolie squatting by the road to eat teased, "If the scallion pancakes made by Xiaoling are not delicious, what would I say? I'm not willing to spend three big bucks on your scallion pancakes... it's really expensive..."

"that is……"

"You guys are here, come early, and you can still eat Xiaoling's scallion pancakes. Those of us who came late didn't even eat scallion pancakes..."

"Hey, you guys still make a lot more money than us..."

Hearing what the coolies said, Zhang Lizi's face almost burst into laughter...

He had the heart to marry his daughter to Xiaoling, and when he was too old to work, he let Xiaoling inherit his business and continue to work in restaurants by the pier.

And when Xiaoling heard those coolies' words, he just smiled shyly and didn't say anything.

At this moment, a girl with an ordinary face walked into the restaurant with a bamboo stick on her back...

"Father, Xiaoling, I brought you food..."

This girl is the daughter of Zhang Lizi, Er Ya...

Why are you called Erya? Because she has an older sister above her, but her older sister's life was not good. When she was three years old, she died young...

In fact, Erya didn't have to deliver meals to her father at all in the past. After all, who has ever seen a restaurant open and starved? ?

However, since this young man named Xiaoling came here, the ingredients prepared in the restaurant have always been used up early... so that Zhang Laizi and Xiaoling often starve, so Erya has no choice but to deliver meals to the two of them. ...

Of course, not only food delivery, Erya also delivers noodles to her father...

It’s not that I can’t prepare more fresh noodles earlier, but although it’s already autumn, the weather is still hot. In such hot weather, if I leave the noodles there too early, it will become sour...

"Sister Erya, you're here..." Seeing Erya's arrival, Xiaoling hurried forward to meet Zhu Lou who was behind Erya...

Don't look at this Zhu Lou, but the weight is not light. In addition to the lunch for Xiao Ling and Zhang Lai, there are more than 30 kilograms of live dough.

After Xiaoling helped Erya take down the Zhu Lou behind her, she first put the dough inside into the big pot placed in the restaurant, and put it away...

The bottom of the big vat is a half vat of cool river water, separated by a wooden board, and the dough is placed on the wooden board. This is a simple small refrigerator to ensure that the dough can be stored for a longer time in such a hot weather...

After Xiaoling put the dough in place, Zhang Laizi had already brought out the lunch from Zhu Louzhong...

Lunch is simple but rich...

A plate of fried bacon, a plate of steamed fish, and a plate of roasted vegetables... and a large bowl of rice.

"Girl, where is my wine??" Zhang lame looked at his daughter eagerly...

"Not much to drink..."

"I know, it will never go wrong!"

After hearing her father's assurance, Erya took out a small gourd from the cloth bag hanging around her waist and handed it to Zhang Lazi.

"Hey...that's my good daughter!" Zhang lame praised his daughter, and said to Xiaoling who was busy: "Come, Xiaoling, have a drink with me..."

"Don't persuade Xiaoling to drink..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped back by his daughter...

"Uncle Zhang, I don't drink..." Xiaoling said with a smile.

"Oh, really, why doesn't Xiaoling like to drink? This is one of the great joys of life!" Zhang Lai said regretfully, taking a sip of the wine gourd... Then he closed his eyes, a pair of unforgettable memories. appearance……

At this time, Erya had already filled Xiaoling with rice in a pottery bowl in the restaurant, "Don't listen to my father's nonsense, if it wasn't for his drinking, how could he have broken a leg..."