The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 205 Let’s get ready to open the stall

"Hey...hey, you have to press the dough like this," Liu snatched the rolling pin from Liao Panhua's hand and demonstrated the movements to her.

"Yes, Madam Xia." Liao Panhua stood aside and watched obediently. Yang Biao had taught her how to roll out the dough before, but she was doing it wrong on purpose.

The purpose is to let Liu practice more. In Yang Biao's words, it is to let the elderly exercise more.

"Well, the dough has been rolled out. You can start cutting it with a knife." Liu spread out the rolled dough and stepped aside.

"Ouch, don't cut diagonally, hold the knife tightly in your hand, and cut vertically." Seeing Hongyan holding the knife with loose movements, Liu couldn't help but step forward to operate.

"Madam, it's already daybreak, it's time to set up the stall." Madam Tong urged everyone to pack up the rolled dough and drove the donkey cart to the stall on Tianshui Road.

"Hey, is this a stall set up at the side door of the Jinlou?" Mrs. Liu was very satisfied with her daughter's arrangement. In this way, she could go in and admire the gold and silver jewelry when she had nothing to do, and her life would be very comfortable.

"Tan, please sit aside and take a rest first. Liao and Wu, please move the tables and chairs out of the car. We should prepare to open the stall." Tan Minzhi is still pregnant and cannot do heavy work. If she gets tired to the point of miscarriage, it will be difficult to explain to her daughter. It is better to leave the heavy work to the other two concubines.

"Oh, you all move so slowly, as if you haven't eaten yet." Seeing that the two of them were too slow, Liu went forward to move the tables and chairs.

"How much is a bowl of wontons?" Just as the table and chairs were set up, a woman came over with a child.

"Twenty cents a bowl." Liu thought that this was the commercial street in the capital, the location was very expensive, and all the people living here were rich, so the price couldn't be too cheap.

"Oh, then give me two bowls." The price was a little expensive, but still acceptable. The woman found a table and sat down with her child.

"Ms. Tan, please make them faster." Mrs. Liu saw that she was making wontons too slowly. If she really relied on this business to support her family, the whole family would starve to death.

"Pick up a little meat and put it in, then gently pinch it with your left hand. Isn't it much faster this way?" The three concubines couldn't do it right, so Liu was there to give them instructions.

Xia Weiwei and Yang Biao parked the car not far away and watched, seeing Liu jumping up and down and busying herself at the stall.

There was not much dough left on the stall, so Liu went to get flour to roll out the dough; there were too many customers, so Liu helped to serve the wontons and wipe the table; there were not many wontons left, so Liu went to help make them.

"Husband, isn't mother too tired?" Mrs. Liu is nearly sixty years old, and should be enjoying her retirement, but now she is working hard in just a coarse cloth shirt. Xia Weiwei feels a little guilty and thinks she is too unfilial.

"Well, your mother is smart. If she couldn't hold on, she would definitely tell you, or find a confidant to look after Hongyan and the others." Liu lived a life of luxury until she was in her fifties, and her physical fitness was better than those in their thirties.

"Let's go. Jiang Sheng and the others are watching over the safety of this stall, so there won't be any big trouble." This is why he placed the stall on the side of Jinlou, in case it is filled with women and someone might cause trouble.

"But..." Looking at the wonton stall not far away, Xia Weiwei was still worried about Liu's health.

"You don't have to say buts. Trust your husband. Selling wontons is not a particularly hard job. Even a pregnant woman like Tan Minzhi can do it, let alone your mother." Yang Biao lowered the car curtain, pulled Xia Weiwei, who wanted to lift the curtain to look, into his arms, and let Lu Gang drive home.

"Oh, my old arms and legs," In the evening, Liu returned home, went straight to her room, lay on the bed, and asked Nanny Tong to give her a massage.

"Madam, you work so hard, how about I go and keep an eye on those slutty vixens by myself tomorrow?" While massaging her legs and feet, Nanny Tong told her not to go with her tomorrow.

"No, you are no match for them, and I promised my daughter that I must keep my word. I'd better keep an eye on them."

Liu didn't expect it to be so tiring and she wanted to quit.

But how can I tell this to the child? Should I say that my mother is tired and that I should send someone to keep an eye on those three concubines in my house? How will the child view me then? He will not be able to speak with confidence in the future.

"Mother, it's time for dinner." It was almost time for dinner. Someone in the kitchen said that Mrs. Liu had not yet gone to the living room, so Xia Weiwei came with Yang Biao.

"Miss, Madam has gone to bed." Nanny Tong heard her voice and hurried out to pay her respects.

"Oh, I'll go in and take a look!" Xia Weiwei walked to Liu's bed alone and saw her lying on the bed without taking off her clothes. She had fallen asleep and was snoring.

"My mother didn't snore when she slept before." Xia Weiwei walked out of the house, holding Yang Biao's hand and said curiously.

"Don't worry, your mother is old, and she's a little tired today, so it's normal for her to snore." Yang Biao carried her into the house. The wound on her lower body had not yet healed completely, so it would be better for her to walk less.

"It's all your fault. My mother is so old, and you still torture her like this." Just to get some peace and quiet, Xia Weiwei pounded his chest hard.

"You can't use too much force during your confinement period. When your wounds are healed, you can hit me with a stick to vent your anger, okay?" Yang Biao grabbed her hand. If she used too much force, it would easily cause uterine prolapse.

"No," Xia Weiwei turned her head away. She was angry and didn't want to see him.

"What's wrong?" Yang Biao put her on the bed, took off her coat and shoes, and then covered her with a quilt.

"Nothing is right." Xia Weiwei turned to the other side, still not looking at him.

"Ouch, my legs hurt!" Yang Biao yelled, squatted on the ground, rolled up his trouser legs, and sat down on the ground.

"Ah, let me see!" After hearing what he said, Xia Weiwei hurriedly got out of bed to look at his legs. Seeing that some of the blood on his legs had dried, she hurriedly went barefoot to get her medicine box.

"How did you get it?" Xia Weiwei used white wine to wipe his wound. The wound was quite deep, so she poured some golden medicine on it and carefully bandaged it with clean white cloth.

"Today, apart from accompanying you to the Golden Tower, I haven't been anywhere else. If I hadn't held you and sweated on your wound, I wouldn't have known it."

The injury on Yang Biao's leg was caused by the wheel when he was impatient and was getting a donkey cart for Hong Yan and the others before daybreak. But he didn't dare to say it, fearing that Xia Weiwei would get angry again.

"You are such a nerd. Such a deep wound will become inflamed if not treated in time." Xia Weiwei slowly pulled down his trouser leg. This man had an injured leg, but he was still trying to be brave and carry herself away.

"You, you are not allowed to leave the house when it's windy or rainy, do you hear me?" While feeding her, Yang Biao also scolded her for running out.

"I know. The sun is out today. Plus, it's my mother's first day setting up the stall. I was worried, so I wanted to take a look." Xia Weiwei hugged his arms and twisted her body coquettishly.

"You..." Her little girl look was so adorable that Yang Biao couldn't help but fall for her.