The Resplendent Farming Apothecary

Gu Ye thought for a while and asked, "Brother Chen, there are a lot of rare objects from other countries in your Hermitage. Do your caravans also go to Southeast Asia and the West?"

"Of course! Although there are some risks in the trading at sea, the profits often reach hundreds of times or more. But don't worry. Our sea boats are the most advanced in Yanguo and the whole world. Even North Korea The sailor also bought ships from us. In addition, the Hidden Soul Temple also opened a **** business to protect small maritime merchants from pirates ... "

Ling Jiechen was dressed up early by her, and she was an outstanding science man in the previous life. How can she use her golden finger to seek greater benefits for herself? Gu Ye estimated that the richest place in the world is not the treasury of the court, but the private treasury of Brother Chen. I do n’t know if Brother Chen ’s silver is moldy ...

Ling Juchen noticed her thoughts from the little girl's bright eyes, and gently scratched the tip of the little girl's nose, and smiled, "Wait for you to marry. Mine is yours, yours are yours. You Just toss your medical research, don't worry about money and vulgar things! "

Gu Ye smiled and said, "How do I feel like I have a thick thigh?"

Speaking of which, Gu Ye has a pharmaceutical factory and a daily chemical factory, so there is no shortage of silver flowers. However, she came through late, and she was much shallower than Ling Jingchen. The Jingcheng Pharmaceutical Factory has just entered the right track, and all the money it previously earned has fallen into these two factories. After careful calculation, she didn't have much money in her hands. How can it be worth more than ten years of accumulation?

Ling Jiechen kissed the top of the little girl's hair and smiled, "You don't need to hold it, Brother Chen will automatically send your thighs to you!"

Unconsciously, the two have arrived in Nishiichi. Entering the Fangmen of Nishi City, you can see some dark-skinned, Southeast Asian businessmen wearing different clothes from Middle-earth, and some men and women wearing kimonos and Hanbok coming and going on the streets. Occasionally, you can meet blondes and white men from afar.

"Hello!" "Wow!" "Ania Assai" "Sawadika" ... Gu Ye rushed to those people, showing off his grungy greeting.

Ling Jiechen resisted the urge to cover his face and reminded from time to time: "That person is from Eastern Europe and does not understand English." "Although it is from Southeast Asia, it is not necessarily Thai." "You are sure that person from Ryukyu Can you understand your greetings? "

Gu Ye said with a smile: "Doesn't it matter if you don't understand? Do you think I'm ashamed of you?"

"How come? You are so cute, haven't you seen those crooked nuts, and show you a polite smile at you?" Ling Juechen squeezed the little girl's face.

The so-called harmony makes money. Those foreign businessmen are aware of the goods, not to mention the value of the BMW under Ling Jiechen's worth of money, just to say that the two's clothing and temperament, it is impossible to look at the shamelessly.

There are four north-south and east-west streets in Nishiichi, which divide Nishiichi into nine areas. Shops on all sides of the district face the street. At this time, there are still two hours before the closed square, and people in the street and shops come and go, and business is booming.

"Your subordinate named Gangzi said, there is an old man making a pancake in West City that tastes good. I don't know which one?" Gu Ye felt a little hungry when he felt his little belly!

Ling Jiechen took the little girl for a few turns and stopped at an alley. Gu Ye saw an old man in Xinjiang, with a goatee, a Hui hat, and hands and feet making cakes. Beside him, a little girl of twelve or three years old gave bread to collect money.

"It turned out to be gluttonous! Would you like kebabs?" Gu Ye was disappointed.

The little girl listened and smiled and said, "Our bread cake contains goat's milk, ghee, eggs, sugar ... There are also many sesame seeds, most of them are crispy. Guests from afar come to try some! "

The natives of Shengjing mostly speak dialects. Officials like Gu Ye and Ling Juechen are usually foreign guests or court officials. The little girl looked at Gu Ye's expression, and was curious about everything in West City, and guessed that she was a distant visitor to Shengjing.

Gu Ye was taken down immediately by Ling Jiechen, and he took a pancake from the little girl, opened her round mouth, and yelled, "Oh my God! A big cake, bigger than my face!"

The Uygur-dressed girl laughed aloud: "The girl has a small slap face. This cake is twice as large as your face. Our cake is resistant and suitable for traveling when traveling. Dry food. "

Gu Ye held a huge cake and felt a bit difficult to catch. Ling Jiechen paid the copper plate, took the cake and broke it, and passed her the thinnest and crispiest part in the middle.

Gu Ye ate in a small sip. The old man who made the cake met and laughed: "Girl, your brother really hurts the sister! The essence of the cake is in the middle part!"

Hu cakes are crispy and delicious. Gu Ye ate fresh and ate two more. Upon hearing this, she shook her head and said, "He is not my brother. He is my husband-in-law!"

Sheng Jing's folk style is more open than Dong Ling. When she said this, she was frank and generous, and the people who lined up to buy cakes smiled at her. The old man who sells cakes smiles more out of the corners of his eyes: "Girls have good eyes. Your fiance is not in the pool at first sight!"

"Of course! He is the famous God of War!" Gu Ye ate two more bites, feeling a bit dry, and stuffed the remaining horn cake into Ling Jiechen's mouth, turning on the dazzle mode.

A customer who lined up to sell cakes kindly reminded her: "Girl, God of War, you must not hang in your mouth in Beijing. That King Ning Ning is not a good friend!"

Gu Ye said with a smile: "If I say, my future husband is King Ning Ning. Do you believe it?" Now, no matter whether he is selling or buying cakes, he shook his head and thought she was joking.

Gu Ye giggled, patted Ling Jiechen's chest, and sighed: "Look at what you Ning Wang did, and no one believes his public identity! Too bad!"

Ling Jiechen finished eating the little girl ’s leftover cake, and led the girl to other places, saying in the mouth, “This cake is too dry. Go, brother Chen will take you to eat meatball Hu spicy soup”. "

The "Luo Ji Meatball Hu Hot Soup" in Nishiichi is famous throughout the capital. When Gu Ye sat in the humble restaurant, he found that although it was not a meal, it was overcrowded.

Atmospheric and vigorous meatballs, plus potato pieces, cauliflower, carrots, and fungus, are full of satisfaction when eating. The soup is an old soup made from beef and mutton bones. It is thick and thick, plus a spoonful of red and chilli pepper oil ... Gu Ye was sweating and couldn't say anything.

Ling Jiechen saw the little girl put a lot of peppers, and after she took a few sips, she brought them to eat. Gu Yeyi complained endlessly: "Brother Chen wants to drink, just order another bowl. Why grab me?"

"There will be delicious mutton soup in a while. You are full now, and you can only watch dry eyes for a while!" The young girl had a weak stomach, and Ling Juechen was afraid she would eat too much spicy spicy soup. Stomach upset later.

"Okay!" Gu Ye opened his mouth to take the meatballs from Brother Chen, chewed them carefully, and said in the mouth, "I feel this Shengjing is similar to the Xi'an of the previous life. Even the types of food are similar.

"Past life, have you been to Xi'an?" Ling Jiechen drank Hu spicy soup with a few sips, paid his bill, and took the little girl's hand for a stroll in Xishi.

Gu Yebai gave him a glance, and said, "Don't you ever see it in books and TV shows? Have you said that this lamb is soaked, isn't it typical Xi'an food? Su Shi wrote Have you ever passed the poem, 'There is a bear wax in Longjing, and Yang Qin only has sheep?' "

Ling Juechen nodded slightly, boasting the little girl seriously: "I didn't expect the little dark night to study medicine, but she is proficient in poetry and reading poetry books. I admire it!"

Gu Ye wrinkled his nose and said, "I don't bother to remember the poems of others. This Su Dongpo is a gourmet who created the" Dongpo meat "," Dongpo elbow "," Dongpo tofu ". Anything related to eating, Ben Girls can remember it! "

Ling Juechen looked at her droolily, and it really was a snack! Unfortunately, the conditions of previous lives are not allowed. In this life, he must try to satisfy her discerning appetite.

Between the words, Gu Ye smelled a strong scent and followed the scent. A huge iron pot with snow-white lamb soup tumbling in it, with lamb bones and lamb tumbling from time to time.

Gu Ye, like a puppy, gently shook his nose, and smiled and pointed at the sign above: "Xiongji Sheep Soup! Brother Chen, the lamb meat you said is not here?"

"You, it really has a sensitive nose!" Ling Jiechen pulled the little girl into the shop ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ sat down on a wooden table inside, and yelled at the hall, "Xiao Two or two bowls of lamb soup, two cakes! Let the hot peppers stand alone! "

There are a lot of customers in the shop, and they are so busy. Ling Juechen and Gu Ye's sheep soup and cakes waited for a while before coming up. If Gu Ye doesn't have a waffle and a spicy soup base in front, he will definitely be impatient.

People who came to drink sheep soup in the store were from Beijing who were specifically looking for it, as well as businessmen from Nishiichi. Businessmen got busy, and they didn't have time to dine in the second half.

After the mutton soup and pie came up. Ling Jiechen helped Gu Ye, scooped the cake into small dices and put it in a small bowl. He took a few pieces of mutton, poured lamb soup, put some green onions, and pushed it back to Gu Ye again.

Gu Ye picked out all the green onions critically, and in Ling Juechen's reluctantly shaking his head, he ate the lamb with small mouthfuls. This mutton is soaked and cooked with surprise. The material is thick and mellow, and the soup is thick, but not greasy, fragrant and delicious, and the aroma is overflowing.

Before he knew it, Gu Ye ate a small bowl of sheep soup. After eating, I drank a small bowl of broth, and felt more savory and longer aftertaste. Gu Ye gave a full-bodied feast: "It is indeed a famous snack with a long history. It is delicious!"

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