Yan Xuehuai returned to the inn, took the list that Li Qiniang had listed in the past two days, and went downstairs to find Manager Hu.

"Uncle Hu, you have a wide range of people. Can you help us see where to buy these things?"

Manager Hu took the order, exclaimed, and asked, "Are you going to open a restaurant? The shop I mentioned the day before yesterday has been settled?"

Yan Xuehuai smiled and said, "It has been rented out, and the contract has been signed. When it opens, you must try it."

Since Li Qiniang and Yan Xuehuai moved in, Manager Hu has eaten a lot of food sent by Yan Xuehuai. Now he feels that he has no appetite for eating the small kitchen that is given to him in the kitchen.

Hearing Yan Xuehuai said this, Storekeeper Hu subconsciously licked his lips and said with a smile: "That's certain."

This time, Manager Hu looked at the list again and became more careful.

"There is no need to buy new tables, chairs and benches. It's too late to buy them now. You might as well go to Lao Cui to check out. He collects old furniture and has specialized in repairing them. You just say I asked you to go there to see if there is anything you want.

For pots and pans, go to the alley behind Dengshi Street. The alley has no name. The third one is there. If you look for Sun Sheng, don’t look at his hidden place, most of the inns and restaurants in Pingcheng will be fetched from him. He can get whatever you want, no matter what you are expensive or cheap.

As for rice, flour, grain and oil, you don’t have to hurry. When the shop is set up, I’ll ask you to find you. They are old friends who have delivered goods to our inn all year round."

So each industry has its own way. It doesn’t matter if you are just a first time. The key is to find the right person and the right way.

Yan Xuehuai thanked her for her a lot of gratitude and brought a pot of soaked chicken feet to Manager Hu early the next morning.

Manager Hu tasted it and it was already delicious. It was obvious that it was made yesterday.

Li Qiniang followed Yan Xuehuai to Huichang Street, walked into the shop, and saw the rolling big soy sauce jar, Li Qiniang's eyes lit up.

"My mother can make sauce and pickle vegetables, but there are too many in this tank."

Of course there are many, this place used to open a sauce shop.

There is a small courtyard behind the shop, and there are traces of the past drying of sauce pieces in the courtyard.

Li Qiniang fell in love with this yard when she saw it. She looked around here and there. Yan Xuehuai pointed to the two rooms in the yard and said, "Mom, let's live there from now on."

The old lady from the Wang family lived in the room before.

The old lady died in the backyard. If others were to think it was unlucky or they would be afraid.

But Yan Xuehuai didn't take it seriously. She was the one who died once, so there were no such things to avoid.

However, Li Qiniang didn't care, which surprised Yan Xuehuai.

Ouyang Hui and Wang were not diligent people. The good place made them dirty. Yan Xuehuai left Li Qiniang to clean the shop. She followed Manager Hu's instructions to find Lao Cui.

When she walked into Lao Cui's workshop, Yan Xuehuai was surprised. She originally thought that collecting old furniture was similar to collecting rags, but she didn't expect that Lao Cui's business was so big, with more than a dozen craftsmen working alone, which was not counted as the primary school apprentices who did odd jobs.

Lao Cui is tall, has a stubborn beard, has a bronzed skin, and has a charcoal pen on his ears.

He heard that Yan Xuehuai was introduced by Manager Hu, so he waved to a young man: "Follow him to the warehouse behind, and if you like something, you can bring it out."

When Yan Xuehuai walked into the warehouse, he knew that he had come to the right place. The warehouse was piled up with old tables, chairs and counters replaced in restaurants.

Yan Xuehuai picked up a few tables and a dozen chairs, as well as counters and flower stands, and also picked a bed, dressing table and basin stand for the room where she and Li Qiniang lived.

The worker moved out the house, Yan Xuehuai asked about the price, and Lao Cui smiled and said, "These you chose are bargains and are not worth it. You introduced them by Lao Hu, so I will give them to you at the receipt price. However, you can't save money on repairing and painting."

Old furniture is collected as rags, but repairing and painting is a technical task.

Yan Xuehuai agreed without saying a word. Lao Cui quoted the price, and a lot of housewares and repaired paint. It only costs three taels of silver and can be delivered for free.

Yan Xuehuai thanked her again and again. When she went out, she saw an old man selling apples. Most of the baskets were not sold out. Yan Xuehuai bought them all and asked the old man to help her carry the apples to Lao Cui. She put the apples down, sweated and left.

Lao Cui looked at her back and nodded with satisfaction.

The boy who had just led Yan Xuehuai came over, picked up an apple, wiped it on his sleeve, and then squirted it.

When Lao Cui saw this, he cursed: "Look at how sensible he is. If you look at you, you will know how to eat it. Take a few apples to the masters!"

The boy used his clothes to cover the apple and ran over. Several masters obviously heard the conversation just now. When they saw him coming, they smiled and said, "Cui Jiaojiao, has your father taught you how to be a human being again?"

The boy was furious and threw the apple on the broken table, saying loudly: "Say it again, my name is Cui Jiao, not Cui Jiao!"

The masters laughed: "Is there any difference? They are all Cui Jiaojiao."

Cui Jiao was furious and turned around and ran away.

Yan Xuehuai settled the furniture and felt much more at ease. He went to the alley on Dengshi Street and found the one named Sun Sheng. According to the list listed by Li Qiniang, he ordered a pot and bowl floating basin.

Sun Sheng saw the drawings behind the list and asked, "Did you draw the object on it?"

"My mother painted it, my mother is the cook." Yan Xuehuai's face did not change her expression.

Sun Sheng looked at her, then looked at the drawings, and then looked at her: "Are you not from Xinjing?"

"No, what you see is all drawn according to the style of our hometown."

"So that's it," Sun Sheng paused and said, "There are other things that are easy to say, just the ones on the drawings. You have to wait a few more days and find someone to customize them."

"No problem, my shop has not been cleaned up yet, I can wait."

Yan Xuehuai was glad that she didn't come here at the end. She had indeed thought about waiting until everything else was done before coming over.

"How big is your shop? Why do you need so many bowls and chopsticks, and most of them are bargains?"

The first time I have ordered the Zhuangyuan Building on two floors, I have only ordered so many bowls and chopsticks, but what I want is the best blue and white porcelain. Unlike this little girl, the bowls and chopsticks she wants can only be barely put out. For such a shop, diners who are more particular will not come to visit.

"The shop is not big, there are only four tables." Yan Xuehuai said with a smile.

Sun Sheng didn't ask again. The little girl was not old, but she didn't seem to be a careless person. This question probably involves other people's business, so don't ask too much.

After leaving Dengshi Street, Yan Xuehuai went to find someone again and made an appointment to paint the house tomorrow.

It was not until it got dark that Yan Xuehuai walked back to Huichang Street.

As soon as she reached the intersection, she saw two familiar figures.

The brother and brother from Qingyunling.

My sister walked in front, holding a horse whip in her hand, shaking it as if no one was around.

My younger brother followed behind with his head down and looked back from time to time.

Yan Xuehuai followed his gaze and saw a man following them slowly, about two meters behind the siblings.

If my brother didn't look back, Yan Xuehuai would think that this man was not with them.

The man was about thirty years old, with a white face and a whisper, wearing a royal blue silk straight trouser, holding a folding fan in his hand, looking like a scholar.
Chapter completed!