Awang and Acai were unable to tell each other, and their faces were red and red with anxiety.

A Cai reached out and wanted to get two portraits on the counter. Manager Hu slapped him in the claw: "This is physical evidence! Do you want to destroy the physical evidence? Xiao Wuzi, go and invite the people from Wuchengsi to come over and catch the people in person. He said that he had caught the kidnapper, don't be too late, go quickly!"

Xiao Wuzi shook the white towel in his hand to his shoulder and shouted, "Okay!"

Awang was panicked at first sight, but he didn't dare to tease Xiao Wuzi again. He shouted at A Cai: "Let's go, let's go, look elsewhere!"

A Cai was still thinking about the portrait: "Portrait, give me the portrait..."

Manager Hu reached out and wanted to slap him again. When Awang saw him, he pulled Acai and ran away.

A Cai was dragged out of the inn and was still yelling: "That is a portrait of the second wife and the second lady. It was painted by the second master himself. My second master is a juren, a juren..."

Awang did not dare to stop, and pulled Acai to run away gradually. Except for Yan Xuehuai, who was hiding outside the inn, no one heard what Acai said clearly.

Yan Xuehuai's face was as deep as water. When she turned around and walked into the inn, she looked like a little sick person with harmless humans and animals.

Xiao Wuzi was still at the door, jumping and cursing: "Those two bastards are running fast. I will kill you if you dare to come here next time."

Yan Xuehuai nodded at Xiao Wuzi, shrank his shoulders and walked towards the stairs.

The loud voice of Manager Hu came from behind: "Wait, it's you, that aunt... that child, wait."

Yan Xuehuai turned around and smiled very much, but she was skinny and thin. This smile not only did not add luster to her face, but instead made her face look thinner and smaller.

"Shopkeeper Hu, are you calling me?"

Manager Hu frowned his eyebrows and his beards were long and short. He looked up and down at Yan Xuehuai. The clothes on the little girl were given to him.

"Well, I went out to find a house, have you found it?"

Yan Xuehuai shook her head: "Continue looking for tomorrow."

She picked up the oil-paper bag containing the roast chicken in her hand and put it on the counter: "You can try the roast chicken with the old chicken head on Huichang Street."

Manager Hu was stunned for a moment and immediately refused: "You kid, take the roast chicken back to add vegetables, so that your mother will not have to start a new stove."

"This is specially brought for you, don't be polite," Yan Xuehuai Yangyang said, "I still have it here."

Her eyes glanced at the counter intentionally or unintentionally, and the two portraits were still placed on the counter.

Manager Hu did not give in any more humility and said with a smile: "You kid is really sensible and sensible."

He also aimed at the two portraits, reached out to take them, rolled them up, and handed them to Yan Xuehuai.

"These two pieces of paper are used for your mother to cut flowers."

Yan Xuehuai reached out to take it, and then put it in her arms without even looking at it.

When I returned to the room upstairs, Li Qiniang was not there, so I should be busy in the kitchen at this time.

Yan Xuehuai put the oil paper bag on the table and took out the two portraits from her arms.

Not to mention, it's quite similar.

Yan Zhaoshi, the second master of Yan, has no skills in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. No matter which dynasty or dynasty, these elegant things are all about money and time to learn. The village households who came from Mud-legged have to save money even if they buy paper and pen, and even if they want to learn it, they have nowhere to learn it. Yan Er, the second master of Yan, is superficial, and even this little fur was learned after marrying Li Qiniang, but after all, they are in a bad state. After all, they are not in a hurry. In Yan Xuehuai's memory, he has never seen Mr. Yan Er painted a complete painting.

However, unexpectedly, Master Yan Er, Yu Danqing, took a unique approach and reflected all his skills in portraying his wife and daughter.

Yan Xuehuai rolled the portrait back and put it in her arms, got up and went to the kitchen.

There is a small stove on one side of the stove, which is a small stove specially used for cooking for the shopkeeper and the accountant.

Li Qiniang was spreading egg cakes in a pan, and the eggs were mixed with the aroma of chopped green onions.

Yan Xuehuai sniffed, it was so happy to have a mother who could cook.

"Mom, I'm back, I'm having dinner outside, you can cook less."

Li Qiniang held a spatula in one hand and skillfully turned over the egg cake: "This is the last one. After this, eat after you spread it. Go wash your hands and wait back in the house. My mother's place will be ready soon."

"Yeah." Yan Xuehuai squatted down, took out the two portraits from his arms, stuffed them into the furnace, and the rice paper encountered a flame and burned.

"What are you burning?" Li Qiniang was loading the plate and glanced at it.

"The portrait, drawn by Master Yan Er, is from the two of us."

Yan Xuehuai picked up the fire stick and poked it into the furnace, stood up, and shook the paper ash splashed on her clothes.

Li Qiniang was stunned: "Did they find this place?"

"Well, so you won't go out these days. I'll buy anything you need, or ask the inn to help bring it back."

Yan Xuehuai took the plate from Li Qiniang's hand and walked a few steps out. When she turned around, she saw that Li Qiniang was still standing in the same place. She smiled and comforted: "I have met Yan Jingxiu, but he didn't recognize me. I must be the same. My current appearance is different from before."

Hearing this, Li Qiniang's nose was slightly sour: "Your illness has been cured. You can recover after ten days and half a month of care. I'll give you some good supplements."

Seeing that Li Qiniang mistakenly thought she was sad for her appearance, Yan Xuehuai had no explanation and accompanied Li Qiniang back to the house. After dinner, the mother and daughter had sex. Yan Xuehuai asked, "Mom, have you decided to open a shop or something?"

"Open a snack shop, I can't do anything but cooking."

Li Qiniang's parents' home runs a restaurant. Her adoptive father, Dad Li, worked as a chef for wealthy families in his early years. Li Qiniang was raised by a cute girl. Although she did not have a stove, she was fumigated with her eyes and learned her cooking skills.

"Okay, let's open a snack shop. There are many people in Xinjing now. Many people cannot open fires when renting places temporarily, so they still have to buy food. I see that selling buns and steamed buns on the street is very good, so we also sell home-cooked side dishes, which are both convenient and affordable."

The gloomy color in Li Qiniang's eyes disappeared: "My mother can steam buns, and she can also steam roasted wheat, but she doesn't know if the people in Xinjing eat roasted wheat."

"Mom, tomorrow I will borrow paper and pen from the shopkeeper. You will write down all the staple food and dishes you want to make, and the things we need to buy when opening a snack shop."

"good."

That night, the mother and daughter did not mention the Yan family again.

The next morning, when Yan Xuehuai went downstairs, she held a casserole in her hand.

She put the casserole on the counter and said to Manager Hu with a smile: "This is my mother's wontons. I have made too many of them, just enough for you, Mr. Liu, Xiaowu, and Xiaolong to each one."

The shopkeeper, the accountant, and the two men each had a bowl. They did not do too much, but they were clearly made for them.

Manager Hu knew the two portraits yesterday, but he didn't refuse, so he asked Xiao Wuzi to get the dishes and chopsticks.

"How are you looking for a house?"

Yan Xuehuai sighed: "I originally wanted to rent a shop on Mrs. Ye's street, but the shop was forcibly occupied and could not be released for a while."
Chapter completed!