GBP Chapter 122 Ancient Tea Stall 1
Chapter 122 Ancient Tea Stall 1
Feng County, April.
Jiang Ping, who had just transmigrated, got up very early and set up a tea stall with the original owner's grandson, Qian Dawan.
I secretly sighed, thankfully it wasn't winter.
Setting up tables and chairs, lighting the stove, boiling water, washing cups and bowls—these are all tasks.
She had to feed herself, since the child wasn't even as tall as the stove.
Qian Dawang rubbed his belly, feeling a little hungry, and walked over to Jiang Ping.
"Grandpa, I'm hungry..."
"Okay...you wait."
She mimicked the original owner's stingy manner, took out an egg, and even used chopsticks to separate it so that each of them could eat half.
Yeah, it's true, you seem even hungrier after eating.
Qian Dawang was used to it, so he went and poured two bowls of warm water, intending to fill his stomach with water.
These days, getting an egg isn't an easy thing.
The original owner, Qian Ping, was not old, but his hair was gray. Outsiders called him Old Man Qian or Grandpa Qian. His parents had long since passed away.
The tea stall was a family heirloom of the Qian family. It had a stall in the front and a place to live in the back, with a well in the courtyard.
As for the grandson Qian Dawan, he was a child that the original owner picked up when he went to visit relatives in Shou County.
In his previous life, the original owner also lived a frugal life. After a few years, he caught a cold and passed away, leaving Qian Dawan all alone. He probably couldn't keep the tea stall.
My wish is to eat a little better and to pass on the tea stall business to Qian Dawan.
While working, Old Man Qian suddenly started acting.
Pretending to be lost in thought, he crushed the sesame seed cake in his hand.
Qian Dawan's little ears twitched, and upon hearing the sound, his mouth started watering...
You can tell the child is really hungry...
The old man looked pained, but he still called his grandson over.
"Hey, take this and eat it. Don't finish it all in one go..."
After saying that, he didn't forget to cut the sesame seed cake in two.
It's an old habit of the original owner. Whether or not they eat it is another matter, but they will definitely split it equally.
...
"Uncle Qian, are the pancakes I ordered yesterday ready?"
The visitor was a regular customer of Xiang Kelian, who would come to buy sesame cakes from the original owner several times a month.
However, good people don't live long; in his previous life, he died even earlier than the original owner.
Anyway, this person was a great guy to the original owner, because he took care of his business in his old age.
"Hey, it's just finished. Shall I wrap it all up for you?"
"Just leave three for me to eat."
Qian Dawang went inside and brought out the pancakes. Xiang Kelian didn't sit down; he stood at the stall in the wind and quickly ate one in a few bites.
Ok.
It seems like Old Man Qian's cooking skills have improved.
Xiang Kelian ate three pancakes in a row, and even passersby were tempted to come in. He was truly a living advertisement.
Before leaving, I ordered another thirty, saying I'd pick them up the day after tomorrow.
Goodness, does this person's whole family love eating pancakes?
Old Qian's tea stall is almost turning into a bakery...
As darkness fell and the customers left, Old Man Qian and Big Bowl Qian began to pack up their stall.
Xiao Yi appeared at this time.
To make things easier, she created a male character who looked broad-shouldered and burly, with a back view somewhat resembling Xiang Kelian.
After a flamboyant family reunion, Qian Dawang gained an uncle, and a particularly capable one at that.
She gets up earlier than him every day, goes to bed later than him, and eats less than him.
Qian Dawang felt a sense of crisis...
But there's not much practical solution...
He's too young to compare.
In the end, it was Xiao Yi who took the initiative to teach him how to hunt, which finally ended his one-sided competition...
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One evening, Qian Dawang followed behind Old Man Qian.
"Grandpa, when can I start learning to make cakes?"
"You'll have to wait two more years, and you won't have the strength to cook well. You should learn to brew tea now. Here, grab a handful of tea leaves and put them in the pot..."
After listening to his grandfather's words, Qian Dawan grabbed a handful of shards and threw them into the pot, which contained sugar water that Qian Ping had heated.
Qian Dawang didn't know what his grandfather was doing, and just kept asking questions.
"Will I be as tall as Uncle Yi in two years?"
"Of course! You're my grandson, Old Qian's grandson, you're bound to grow taller."
The system is giving away massive spoilers: You can't! Your parents are both so short!
Qian Ping ignored the system, saw small caramel-colored bubbles rising in the pot, and began pouring Rongrong's processed goat milk into the pot.
This completely diverted Qian Dawan's attention.
Grandpa's cooking delicious food again...
Since Uncle Yi started helping out at the tea stall, the family has had an extra breadwinner, and Grandpa is no longer so stingy.
One night he couldn't sleep and overheard his grandfather and Uncle Yi talking. He then learned that his grandfather had an extra sum of money.
As for how he got rich, he was too sleepy to hear clearly, but he was sure that his food and drink would not be lacking.
After that, Qian Dawang couldn't think of anything else; his mind was filled with the wonderful aroma of tea...
The aroma could even be smelled at the tea stalls.
Xiang Kelian somehow found time today and sat at the table chatting with people.
"What kind of tea did Old Qian brew again? It tastes so much like the milk tea from Fucheng..."
"Milk tea from the capital? I've never tried it, I've only heard of it. Could you tell us about it, shopkeeper?"
"I was lucky enough to buy a cup, and I even had to queue for a whole day to get it. As for the taste, it's just a combination of milk and tea."
"Is this the kind of aroma that Old Man Qian cooks?"
"Maybe? Anyway, they all smell pretty good! I heard that the female owner of the milk tea shop in the prefectural city has already gone to the capital! She's really something."
"I heard the female shopkeeper is from Ye Family Village... You all know about that, right?"
"I know, I know. The Ye family was bullied by their clansmen, but later they met the magistrate's daughter and started a business together..."
The conversation had veered from Old Man Qian's tea to the bigwigs in the capital.
The system verified their claims one by one and found that what everyone said wasn't all just rumors. Fengxian is indeed full of extraordinary people; their gossip is more accurate than in other places.
...
Qian Ping didn't keep them waiting long. He had the system calculate a reasonable price and sold the whole pot.
After finishing his drink, Xiang Kelian didn't forget to pack some for his mother at home. As for his brothers, well, they didn't.
Besides the casual customers at the stall, local residents also came to buy.
I only wanted to try it because I heard about Fucheng milk tea from Xiang Kelian.
In other words, Old Man Qian also benefited from the female lead's popularity.