After being widowed, I pampered the rough man general by farming

Zhu Jiangjiang snorted and pulled the car to the location of the stall in the city, at the corner next to the first bridge of Qingshui River, not far from the opposite street was Niudong's pork shop.

When she arrived, it was almost lunch time, and Niu Dong was not at the stall, so she didn't say hello.

After removing all the things from the car, the car was placed against the wooden fence by the river. Zhu Jiangjiang started to cook the stove and light the fire, and the blood sausage had to be cooked quickly.

There are two round clay stoves, one with an iron pot for cooking blood sausage, and one with a teapot for boiling water.

The bamboo slices light up the fire very quickly, with little smoke, and the water in the pot boils in a short while.

The blood sausage was still gurgling and steaming. Zhu Jiangjiang had already set out the tea bowls, picked some tea leaves from the bamboo jars, and brewed them in another pot.

As soon as the hot water was poured, the aroma of tea came out.

It's just that no one cares about the faint tea fragrance except her, and everyone is still unfamiliar with this smell.

On the contrary, it was the smell of blood sausage that attracted the attention of passers-by, "Little lady, what are you selling in this pot? It smells so good."

A man in a gray gown who looked like he had just rushed here stopped in front of her stall, staring intently at her pot and swallowing his throat.

Zhu Jiangjiang saw that the man was holding an inkstone and a book in his hands. Although there were a few patches on his clothes, he could still tell that he was a scholar.

"My lord, blood sausage costs a penny a piece, and a bowl of tea is given away. I only drink three bowls of tea for a penny. Do you want it?"

Zhu Jiangjiang lifted the lid of the pot, and the aroma of the blood sausage drifted away with the steaming heat, and it was already cooked.

"Blood sausage?"

The scholar moved closer, examining the contents of the pot with the eyes of a scholar, "I've never seen this before, but there is food in it, right?"

"...Yes." Zhu Jiangjiang smiled politely.

He is really hungry.

"Then give me one." The man happily found a seat and sat down, carefully putting the inkstone and notebook at hand, cherishing them endlessly.

Didn't expect the business to come so quickly, but she could handle it.

Zhu Jiangjiang cut a section of blood sausage for the man, which was enough for half a bowl of rice, poured him a bowl of tea, and put it in front of him, "Please use."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Niu Dong greet her not far away.

Zhu Jiangjiang cut another blood sausage, poured a bowl of tea, and walked towards the pork shop with a bowl in one hand.

"You take it, come again."

Niu Dong was busy cutting meat for the guests, and he turned around when he was done, and took the bowl from Zhu Jiangjiang with regret.

He explained: "Miss Jiangjiang, I'm really sorry, I agreed to help you when you came, but just now someone bought meat, I went to send it home, I'm not here..."

"It's okay, I've already set up the stall."

Zhu Jiangjiang doesn't care about these small things, she cares more about her own things, "Taste the blood sausage and tea I made, and give me some advice."

"It looks good."

The two got along very well before, and Niu Dong was not polite to her. He stuck the blood sausage with a bamboo stick in the bowl and took a bite.

This one tastes surprisingly delicious!

A small piece of sausage cake has a very rich taste, with the aroma of meat, rice, chopped vegetables, and a hint of something unknown, which leaves a lingering fragrance on the mouth.

"Miss Jiangjiang, what did you use to make it? This leather jacket is so thin, but it's still not torn. It's amazing." Niu Dong asked casually.

Zhu Jiangjiang: "This is the offal you gave me. The rice in it is mixed with pig blood and tea leaves."

"puff……"

When Niu Dong heard that this thing was made by pigs he didn't want, he couldn't hold back, turned his head and sprayed it out.

"You, what did you say?"

God!If he knew it was offal and pig blood, he wouldn't eat it.

Niu Dong hurriedly picked up the tea in another bowl and took a big gulp, "Well, this water is good, but it doesn't seem like sugar water?"

He held the bowl of tea and looked at it carefully. In the earth-colored bowl, the light color could still be seen clearly, it was turquoise water.

"This is the tea I mentioned before. It is brewed with tea leaves. How about it? Is it okay?" Zhu Jiangjiang stared at him nervously, fearing that it would not suit the appetite of the people here.

Of course Niu Dong likes this taste very much. He eats meat all day long, so this fresh and slightly astringent tea is like the earth after the spring rain, making him feel clear and clean.

Just when he was about to praise her tea, the faint sweetness in his throat spread out in his tongue, making it more refreshing.

"Miss Jiangjiang, this tea is so special, how did you make it, but there is..."

Niu Dong spoke excitedly, wanting to ask her for some tea for his family to taste, but he was interrupted by the man at the tea stand before he finished speaking.

"Good water! Good water!"

After the scholar took a big sip, he exclaimed happily, the voice was so loud that it could be heard from the pork shop.

His loud shout immediately attracted the attention of passers-by, and many people surrounded the tea stand.

Zhu Jiangjiang saw that the business was coming, she hurriedly left a word, turned around and went back, "Boss Niu, I'm going to work first, we'll talk later."

There were already a few people sitting at the tea stall, and they were all asking the scholar if the food was good, and they were curiously looking at the scholar's tea.

The scholar still had a little ink in his stomach, he shook his head and said, "A deep bowl with tea green, moistens teeth and has a light fragrance."

"What do you mean?"

Others looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding what the scholar said.

After Zhu Jiangjiang listened to the scholar's two sentences, he always felt weird, as if he had hit the point, but he didn't.

Forget it, she might as well come by herself.

"Everyone, welcome to taste the new tea just released!"

Zhu Jiangjiang returned to the stall, set out several bowls, poured out a pot of tea, and gave it to the onlookers for free.

"One bowl moistens the throat, two bowls are broken and boring, and three bowls are exhausting. There are only five thousand volumes of words. Please."

After reading this passage, Zhu Jiangjiang finally realized, why did she become so polite?

It must have been infected by this scholar.

However, everyone understood her words.

"Oh? What is it that can be so amazing?" The person who raised the question took a big sip without saying a word.

The tea has become warmer, which not only retains the fragrance of the tea, but also quenches thirst. The man immediately felt comfortable all over after taking a sip, "Ah... not bad!"

The man seemed to be drinking, and he sighed happily after he finished.

In the eyes of others, this may mean that the tea is delicious and thirst-quenching, but in Zhu Jiangjiang's view, it feels distressing.

Their tea drinking postures are also too heroic, and they don't have the elegant artistic conception of drinking tea at all.

"Huh? And Hui Gan!"

"This water isn't sweet either. Didn't the lady put any sugar?"

Others picked up the tea bowls to taste one after another. After drinking, they had mixed opinions on the taste of the tea.

Some people think it's not sweet enough or tasteless, while others think it tastes weird and unfamiliar, and they say they're not used to drinking it, and they have all kinds of excuses.