"Husband, let's go somewhere else to play!"

When Liu Qingqing saw the stall owner looking pitiful, she said softly.

"All right!"

Ye Rongyao also knew that this small vendor was not easy, and that his goal was achieved, so he would forget it.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The stall owner saw that Ye Rongyao and his wife no longer shot him here, and immediately said happily.

"Honey, let's go there to eat chestnut noodles and steamed buns. This is a snack in our Beijing city!"

Liu Qingqing pulled Ye Rongyao to a stall aside.

"Boss, please two chestnut noodles."

Liu Qingqing said to the female boss of the stall.

"Twenty dollars."

The female boss of the stall looked at Liu Qingqing with toad mirrors and said.

I was thinking in my heart, is the girl opposite me a star? Otherwise, why would I wear such a big toad mirror at night?

However, for the female boss who does business, he is not a star-chasing person and has no interest in it, so he is too lazy to care about so much. He just needs the customer to buy his own chestnut noodles steamed buns.

Liu Qingqing handed over twenty yuan to the stall owner and took two chestnut noodles.

The consumption level in Beijing is so high. Liu Qingqing, who has lived in Taoyuan Village for more than two years, is also a little unaccustomed to the high consumption in Beijing.

Fortunately, my man is good now and makes a lot of money. If it were two years ago, Liu Qingqing would not be willing to spend money to buy chestnut noodles and steamed buns that cost ten yuan each.

Of course, we can't compare with before we got married. At that time, Liu Qingqing was a young lady and was very generous in spending money.

"Honey, give it to you, try the taste of this chestnut noodles steamed bun."

Liu Qingqing handed a chestnut steamed bun to Ye Rongyao and said.

This chestnut-faced steamed bun is said to be in the Gengzi year of the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. The Eight-Nation Alliance entered the Forbidden City. Cixi, on her way to escape west, fought in Guanshi Village, northwest of the suburbs of Beijing.

Cixi was so hungry that someone put the remaining steamed buns in her home.

After eating Cixi, it tasted quite good and was deeply impressed. After returning to Beijing, Cixi was tired of eating delicacies and remembered the small steamed buns she ate when she fled.

The imperial kitchen naturally did not dare to neglect the order when it received the imperial edict, but after thinking about it, it did not make the cornmeal steamed buns that the people usually eat.

The chefs in the imperial kitchen use very fine ingredients, choose the best new cornmeal, sieve it through a fine sieve, and then mix it with good soybeans.

That's not all. I chose chestnuts that are as color as corn and expensive, ground into flour, mixed with corn flour and soybean noodles, and add osmanthus sugar when steamed in the pot, which makes it sweet and delicious.

After Cixi tasted it, she decided that this was the steamed bun she ate back then, and later became a sweet treat that Cixi ate during fasting.

It has slowly spread to the people and has become a special snack among the people.

“It’s delicious, it’s a little small.”

Ye Rongyao finished the chestnut noodles steamed bun in two bites.

"Who makes you have such a big appetite!"

Liu Qingqing said with a smile.

Liu Qingqing was very happy about her own men who were particularly good at eating. This man had a good appetite and was healthy.

"Let's go and try something else."

It is rare to be able to spend time alone with his wife shopping at night. Of course, Ye Rongyao would not go back so early. He took Liu Qingqing's hand and slowly looked at each stall.

In addition to the Chinese stalls, there are also many international friends who set up stalls, many of which are special snacks from their country.

"Husband, how about we eat this?"

Liu Qingqing pulled Ye Rongyao to a stall set up by a black man, pointed to the cassava flour on the stall and said.

This is authentic African cassava flour.

"Okay, let's try it."

As a foodie, Ye Rongyao was a little greedy when he saw food from foreign countries.

"How much does it cost?"

Liu Qingqing asked the black stall owner.

This black stall owner didn't know how to use Chinese, so he stretched out one palm and five fingers.

"Five?"

Liu Qingqing asked in confusion.

a…”

The black stall owner shook his head and said.

The first two sentences were fine, they were in English, but Liu Qingqing couldn't understand which language he spoke at all in the last few sentences.

“p1ea color speaking1ish!”

Liu Qingqing said to the black stall owner.

“a#%…”

The black stall owner's answer made Liu Qingqing a little disappointed and she couldn't understand at all!

"He means it's not five dollars, but fifty dollars. This is cassava flour shipped from Africa, and it's more expensive."

Ye Rongyao said to Liu Qingqing.

"Husband, do you understand what he said?"

Liu Qingqing looked at Ye Rongyao in surprise and asked.

Liu Qingqing knew that Ye Rongyao could speak English, but she never knew that Ye Rongyao could speak the language of this country.

"He spoke Afrikaans, and I can still understand."

Ye Rongyao said with a smile.

Ye Rongyao, the title of "Author of Ten Thousand Languages", is not for nothing. As long as there are languages ​​on earth, Ye Rongyao basically knows it.

"Husband, you...you are so awesome!"

Liu Qingqing really doesn’t know how to describe her man anymore, and she can always surprise herself.

His ability seems to be a bottomless pit, and he can't even dig it out no matter how much he digs it.

"That's right, if I don't have the ability, how could I marry such a beautiful wife as you!"

Ye Rongyao said with a smile.

"Husband, let's have a bowl of tapioca flour."

Liu Qingqing said.

Liu Qingqing wanted to try something that she had never eaten before.

"good."

Ye Rongyao nodded, turned to the black stall owner and said, "￥#a..."

"you……"

The black stall owner was stunned for a moment, looked at Ye Rongyao in surprise and said.

This black stall owner has been in China for three months. Except for the simplest Chinese language, he basically does not speak Chinese.

However, humans are the smartest creatures. When they are not able to communicate, they rely on body language to communicate. Through physical gestures, the black stall owner completed one business after another.

This made the black stall owner fall in love with the land of China, and the money here is really easy to make.

But what surprised the black stall owner was that he actually met a Chinese who could speak his own language today.

What the black stall owner couldn't understand was that the Chinese man's speech was actually more authentic than his own.

Did he grow up in South Fei before?

But why is his skin not dark?

The black stall owner was a little puzzled.

“#a!…”

Ye Rongyao handed him fifty dollars to the black stall owner, asking him to give him a portion of cassava flour as soon as possible.

“a￥%…”

The black stall owner said a few words and took out ten dollars to return it to Ye Rongyao.

"Husband, what does he mean?"

Liu Qingqing couldn't understand what the black stall was doing, and looked at Ye Rongyao in confusion and asked.

“He said he would give me a discount and give me a discount.”
To be continued...