In contrast to Li Shiji, there was a long queue outside Qianweiju.

Pig head, pork trotter, pig elbow, pig ears, duck neck, duck legs, duck feet, chicken wings, chicken legs, chicken claws, not CDs, but bars!

The kitchens in Qianweiju have not been resting for several days or nights. Li Qiniang ordered that there was no business in the restaurant anyway, so she simply supported Qianweiju.

The various noodles and rice cakes made into "Fu Lu, Shou and Joy" and the big carp made by Yan Xuehuai named it were not only sent to Qianweiju, but also to the wine shop for sale.

Although the restaurant has no business, the business of the wine shop is good. Since the twelfth lunar month, the business of the wine shop has been getting better and better every day.

The limited-edition alcohol sales are sold. Although the amount of alcohol supply is increased during the peak season, it is still not enough. Because in order to compete for the last few jars of wine every day, there are often quarrels about fighting for wine, and some people who are uneasy and kind-hearted take the opportunity to make trouble and fight. Yan Xuehuai had no choice but to ask Pearl to send a few jars of wine to the people in charge of the Wucheng Military and Masjid, and the three shops had more than twenty jars.

Although Yan Xuehuai was so painful, it was really useful. In front of the Qinghe Banquet in Sanjia, there were people from Wuchengsi who were wandering around every day. Someone who wanted to make trouble because there were too many people and was immediately caught by someone, and some were directly arrested to the yamen. In the first instance, someone hired them for money. Why is it that the word "Wine" cannot be separated.

Those who used to sell alcohol could not sell it, but your business here was booming, so how can you not be jealous?

In fact, they also knew that even if the Ministry of Revenue took back the wine sign from Qinghe Banquet because it affected the public security of the capital, the wine sign would not fall on them. But they still had to do this, just to vent their anger. It was obvious that the government did not let them sell alcohol, but they couldn't afford to offend them, so they vented their anger and jealousy on the wine shop of Qinghe Banquet.

Moreover, these people had already inquired about it. The owner of the wine shop was two young girls, one was the head of Qinghe Banquet, and the other was the young owner of Li Shiji. The Ministry of Revenue was blind and gave them the wine sign.

These people didn't think about it before hiring people. Can they get a wine brand from the Ministry of Revenue and open a wine shop in Beijing and sell wine? Can they be ordinary girls?

Of course, if these people had a clear mind, they would have changed their careers and started a new job, rather than just sucking in the process of sacrificing the whole country.

But they didn't expect that they had just started to act evilly, and before they even got a splash, the hired person was arrested by Wuchengsi. Then, based on the confession, they found the official position, made a bill, and paid a sum of money to save half of their life.

Yan Xuehuai sat in a mule cart. She watched the two families carry their family members who were beaten to pieces and walk out of Wuchengsi crying. The corners of her mouth moved and she took the mule cart to Qianweiju.

She just happened to pass by here. Pearl said that the two families instructed behind her were going to go to Wuchengsi to pay the bank to get people today. She then walked over and took a look. It was not good-looking at all, it was boring, and it wasted her precious time.

Qianwei Curie, Dong Wanqian was busy in the cold winter and sweating. She saw her holding up her machete, raising her hand and falling, and the entire rib was cut off from the middle.

"Add salt and bleed!"

Dong Wanqian Qiangyun shouted loudly.

A man was in a hurry to put the chopped ribs into a wooden basin, tripped under his feet, and water splashed all over his body.

Yan Xuehuai was stunned. This clumsy person turned out to be Lu Jinxing!

Who can think of it, who can think of it?

Yan Xuehuai opened her hands and walked to Dong Wanqian: "What kind of work can I do?"

Dong Wanqian despised: "For the New Year, there are not many braised eggs sold, and enough eggs are enough, so you don't have to peel them anymore."

Yan Xuehuai felt sad. It turned out that in Dong Wanqian's heart, she would not do anything except peeling eggs.

Not to mention, Dong Wanqian did have a look of torch in this matter, and Yan Xuehuai could only peel eggs.

Qianwei Curie is busy in both the kitchen and the front. Not only is the braised food sold well, but even the cold dishes are sold very well.

The sauce used for the cold dishes of Qianweiju is made by Li Qiniang himself. It is a unique secret recipe. It is delivered in a variety of categories. The whole bucket is sent directly on the cold dishes. The takeaway is accompanied by a small jar and the mixing is done by yourself when you go home.

It is said that not long ago, a shop bought a lot of cold dishes just to study the sauce recipe. He also learned that Qianweiju also gave small jars. Unfortunately, the imitation is just imitation. If you taste it carefully, you will know that it is not the taste of Qianweiju.

Yan Xuehuai walked around Qianweiju, but couldn't find the work she did. Yan Xuehuai put on some flower cakes for blessings, wealth, longevity, and wealth, and asked pearls to be delivered to the neighbors from shop to shop. In the new year, neighbors will have to take care of each other, and harmony will make money.

The neighbors did not collect anything in vain. Pearl came back and the gifts came one after another.

Some give bacon and sausages, some give snacks, some give peanuts and melon seeds, and some give green tassels and small vegetables. The auspicious words in their mouths are like a basket of money. Miss Yan was famous for being beautiful and sweet when she was on Huichang Street, and the same goes for the capital, which is very popular.

It was not until the lights were held that Dong Wanqian returned to Qingping Lane. As soon as she entered the door, she called her hungry. Li Qiniang came back early and made Dong Wanqian's favorite mutton dumplings. This girl has lived in Qingyunling since she was a child. Both the siblings and the siblings are of northern taste, especially the mutton dumplings, which both siblings love.

After eating the last dumpling, Dong Wanqian slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, my dad wrote."

She touched her arms for a long time, took out a wrinkled envelope with oily flowers, and shouted loudly: "Xiaobai, where are you, Xiaobai? Our father has written a letter, come and read it to me."

Yan Xuehuai looked at her helplessly, and then you remembered your brother.

"Your brother and my brother all followed Chai Hao to Chai Yan's place. I had someone send a message to me early in the morning and would not come back tonight."

"Oh, that's it."

Dong Wanqian threw the broken and dirty envelope in front of Yan Xuehuai: "You can read it for me to see what my father wrote."

This letter was sent to Qianweiju by Mr. Lu Ersha. Dong Wanqian was busy and didn't bother to read the letter, so he just took it and almost forgot it.

Yan Xuehuai pinched the letter with his fingertips, looking disgusted: "Why does this envelope have a smell of soy sauce?"

"What soy sauce? It's brine juice. There are more on my clothes. You smell it, it smells fragrant." As he said that, Dong Wanqian put his greasy sleeves on Yan Xuehuai's nose. Yan Xuehuai reached out and opened them, shouting outside the house: "Tang Ru, Tang Ru, boil some hot water quickly and soak the old Dong in!"

"Don't, wait first, read the letter first, see what my father said, you don't know, I dreamed of him yesterday, dreamed of him sewing clothes for me, and it wouldn't be sewn well after sewing. I woke up in a hurry."

Dong Wanqian laughed, but Li Qiniang, who walked to the door with dumpling soup, felt sad.

These two children have never had a mother since childhood. She originally thought that bandits were rich at least. Although they lived a rough life, they had no worries about food and clothing. However, when Dong Wanqian said that her father sewed her clothes, his tone was clearly like he was used to everyday life, not just in his dreams.
Chapter completed!