flstandardbreds Chapter 169 The True and False Heir of Zhao Ji Noodle House
Chapter 169 The True and False Heir of Zhao Ji Noodle House
The next day was the big market, and Li Yuer went to set up a stall since she had nothing to do. She took the drawings of the barbecue grill and planned to go to the blacksmith shop to have one custom-made.
When crossing the strait ice track, we heard a "crack!" and suddenly a pile of ice in the distance collapsed.
Li Dalang, who was pushing the cart, frowned and said, "Everyone, be careful. Spring is coming, and we can't go far on this ice track."
Li Yu'er was also shocked and made a decision immediately, "Let's move to my uncle's house tomorrow. If we continue like this, something bad might happen."
Li Erlang said, "I think it's a good idea. I'll tell my family when I get home from closing the stall today and we'll move tomorrow."
For safety reasons, Li Meir does not set up a stall. Even if she comes, she wears men's clothes and helps out in the back.
Li Yuer said, "Just take the valuables with you, and the things in the cave with you, and put the rest on the boat, and let Uncle Jiu help watch over it."
Li Dalang said, "You may not know, but our ice house collapsed this morning. Half of the back collapsed, and the front is not visible."
Ever since the whale meat was sold out, there hasn’t been much food in the ice room, so the few people didn’t really notice it.
Li Laosan said: "Spring freezes people but not the ground. We feel cold, but the ground is actually warming up. It's almost February 2nd, and the ice on the sea surface is probably the first to collapse."
Li Yuer knew that due to the influence of ocean currents, the ice at sea melted the fastest, especially in places like the strait where the water flow was fast, which would definitely thaw earlier than near the coast.
Today it was Li Erlang's turn to settle the accounts. He simply followed Li Yuer wherever he went, under the pretext that Li Yuer was still too young and needed protection.
When they arrived at the blacksmith's shop, Li Yuer showed the blueprint to the blacksmith, who took a look and said, "It can be done. One tael of silver."
It’s so expensive! Ironware in this dynasty is too expensive.
A barbecue grill and a bunch of skewers cost one or two taels of silver.
She reluctantly said, "Can it be cheaper?"
The blacksmith was a big, strong man who spoke in a deep voice, but he looked like an honest man.
"No."
Unexpectedly, he was rejected outright. Li Yuer was unwilling to give up and said, "Then can you give me something as a gift?"
The blacksmith thought for a moment, then picked up a large iron spoon from the chopping board and said, "This was made by someone else, so I don't want it anymore. I was going to sell it for 100 coins, but I'll give you 80 instead."
Li Erlang took the iron spoon, knocked it, listened to it, and finally said, "It's good."
So, Li Yuer got a bargain at a price twenty cents lower than the market price.
I paid the deposit and agreed to pick it up one day later.
Li Erlang put the big iron spoon into the backpack and said, "Can we sell the barbecue soon?"
Li Yuer nodded and said, "If everything goes well, it will be on the market the day after tomorrow."
Li Yuer took Li Erlang around to buy barbecue utensils and seasonings.
"Yu Baoer, are these herbs also used for barbecue?"
Li Yuer bought cumin and other barbecue ingredients, saying, "Grind these into powder and sprinkle them on the barbecue for a really nice aroma."
After buying their things, the two returned to the stall, and Li Dalang and his friends were also closing their stall.
Datou remembered what Mrs. Cai had told him, so he said to Li Dalang, "Brother Dalang, your grandma asked you to go to the village after you close the stall."
Li Dalang thought about the firewood chopping yesterday and frowned, "I know."
Li Laosan, who was standing by, laughed secretly, "Da Lang, chop wood well!"
Li Dalang rolled his eyes at him. He felt depressed and unhappy and didn't want to talk.
Li Yuer suddenly wanted to eat noodles, so she said, "How about we go eat noodles?"
"Great! I'm craving for some pork noodles too!" Li Erlang said happily.
Datou hesitated for a moment and said, "This cannot be paid through public funds."
Li Yuer smiled. This was what she taught Datou and Erlang, to keep public accounts and private accounts separate.
"Big Head Brother is right. I'll treat you to this meal."
Li Laosan disagreed and said, "We can't always let you treat us, let's eat our own food."
The others also agreed, and Li Yuer didn't stop them. Let's just go AA.
When passing by the newly opened noodle shop, several people stopped to take a look.
"This restaurant is really popular right now, why don't we go try it?" Jia Queer suggested.
Li Erlang said nonchalantly, "It makes a difference where you eat it."
"That's right, Uncle Zhao's noodles are delicious."
Just as they were about to enter the store, they saw the waiter from the noodle shop opposite coming over.
"Are you guys here to eat noodles? Come to our Zhaoji Noodle House! We are an authentic old brand that has been open for decades."
The faces of several people suddenly turned ugly. How could they steal business from someone else at their doorstep?
Li Dalang asked in confusion: "Isn't this Zhao Ji Noodle House?"
The waiter curled his lips in disdain and said, "What kind of Zhao Ji Noodle House is this? Ours is the authentic descendant of Zhao Ji Noodle House. You don't know yet, the one across the street is fake. They are liars who stole the ancestral craftsmanship of others."
"Ah? No way, Uncle Zhao has been running the noodle shop here for many years. Didn't your family just open the shop?" Li Erlang asked.
The waiter smiled and said, "Look, you don't know this either, right? Let me tell you, our boss is the true successor of Zhao Ji Noodles."
Many passers-by had gathered around to watch the fun, and the waiter began to talk endlessly about the old stories of Zhao Ji Noodle House.
Zhao Changgeng's father, Zhao Yanyan's grandfather, was named Zhao Sixi. When he was young, Zhao Sixi was forced to join the army. Less than a year after he was conscripted, news of his death came back.
Liu Qiaomei, his childhood sweetheart who was engaged to him, was married by her father to Zhao Sixi's cousin Zhao Shouxiang. However, Zhao Sixi miraculously came back half a year later. It turned out that they were mistaken for the person because of the same name.
But his fiancée was already married, so Zhao Sixi had to marry someone else, Wen Huihui.
It was fate that Zhao Sixi did not die, but Zhao Shouxiang, who ran a noodle shop, suddenly caught a cold and died within a few days. Liu Qiaomei became a widow.
Half a year ago, Wen Huihui died after giving birth to Zhao Changsheng due to difficult labor.
In this way, Liu Qiaohui got together with Zhao Sixi again. After they got married, Liu Qiaohui gave birth to another son, Zhao Changgeng.
In order to make a living, Zhao Sixi and Liu Qiaohui opened a Zhao Ji Noodle Restaurant.
When Zhao Sixi got too old to work, he passed the noodle shop to Zhao Changgeng.
Because of this, a rift arose between Zhao Changsheng and Zhao Changgeng. Zhao Changsheng believed that since he was Zhao Sixi's eldest son, he should follow in his father's footsteps and inherit Zhao's Noodle House. However, because his mother died early, Zhao Sixi favored Zhao Changgeng.
Zhao Changgeng felt that the brothers should not be at odds over this matter, so he said that he was willing to voluntarily give up his inheritance rights.
As a result, Zhao Sixi disagreed and threatened that if Zhao Changgeng dared to give up, he would hang himself in front of Zhao's Noodle Shop.
Seeing that his own father was so heartless and his heart was set on the East China Sea, Zhao Changsheng felt like an outsider in the Zhao family. The three of them were a family of three, so he ran away from home.
He left for many years, and later Liu Qiaomei also passed away, and Zhao Sixi also became paralyzed.
When he came back again, he opened a Zhao Ji Noodle House with great fanfare and started competing with the old Zhao Ji Noodle House.
These days, many teahouses have published storytelling about the old stories of Zhao Ji Noodle House, telling the story of a stepmother and a stepfather.