Zhao Shouzheng was very surprised that he handed over his financial power quickly.

But what surprised him even more...

When Zhao Shouzheng handed the purse containing all the wealth of the two people to Zhao Hao solemnly, he felt that Qingpiao had no weight.

Zhao Hao's heart skipped a beat. When he opened the purse, he saw that there were only two taels of broken silver left inside.

"Where is the money?!" Zhao Hao raised his tone in difficulty.

"It's all here..." Zhao Shouzheng showed his sleeves to Zhao Hao with a little guilty conscience. "I didn't hide any private money."

"Dad, don't change the topic." Zhao Hao held the two taels of silver in his hand and asked relentlessly: "You originally had eight taels and five coins, but I asked my uncle for five taels, so we should have a full thirteen taels and a half."

Although there are not many thirteen halves, in Zhao Hao's opinion, the father and son are spared little flowers and will not be a problem for a year.

"I spent four taels of renting a house, two taels of bedding and utensils, and half taels of food." Zhao Shouzheng pinched his finger and reported the bills one by one.

"Didn't you say that these wines and dishes are 4 cents in total?" Zhao Hao is not easy to fool.

"I didn't want to find change for my father..." Zhao Shouzheng looked down at the ground with a little shyness.

"We are so poor, do you still give me a tip?" Zhao Hao was furious and couldn't control his words.

Although Zhao Shouzheng didn't understand what "tip" was, he probably meant a reward. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "Habits have become natural..."

"What about five taels left?" Zhao Hao asked with laughter and cry.

"Uh, that's it." Zhao Shouzheng explained: "I happened to meet a classmate on Baotai Street and asked me to Ji Erliang. But the two taels of silver are broken, how can I take it? I lent the ingots given by Uncle Ru to my classmate."

"..." Zhao Hao's eyes turned dark and he couldn't laugh or cry. But thinking that the truth was already done, it was useless to say more, so he had to wave his hand powerlessly and said, "Let's just keep it tight in the future."

Zhao Shouzheng also felt a little embarrassed and murmured: "The so-called poor person will be safe. At worst, I won't borrow money from now on..."

"No need," Zhao Hao waved his hand and said with a reluctant smile: "Father just saves some money in the past few days. Don't worry, our family will not be poor for too long. I will definitely think of a way to make money."

Zhao Hao has this confidence. He doesn’t believe it. If he has more than four hundred years of experience, he will be unable to make money?

Zhao Shouzheng didn't know that Zhao Hao had this confidence. He made a mistake consciously. He was very obedient that night, and even took the initiative to pack up the dishes for the first time...

Of course, it is inevitable to break a few bowls.

No words all night.

The next day, the father and son slept until dawn, got up and washed up, and Zhao Hao went into the kitchen to prepare for the leftovers of last night.

But looking at the black-black stove with its big mouth open, he had no idea how to start. He couldn't even light a fire, so how could he burn the stove?

While Zhao Hao was scratching his head, Zhao Shouzheng also walked in.

"Why is my son in a daze?"

"I can't burn the stove..." Zhao Hao answered truthfully.

"What's the difficulty? Let's see if you're trying to do it for your father." Zhao Shouzheng smiled proudly again, preparing to show his skills like last night.

Zhao Hao immediately moved aside and stared at Zhao Shouzheng's every move, wanting to learn the core technology of burning stoves.

After a while, thick smoke rolled in the small kitchen, and the father and son fled to the patio with dust, panting while coughing.

"So my father doesn't know either..." Zhao Hao wiped his face with a towel, but his mood was not fluctuating. Under the tempering of Mr. Zhao, he became more and more Buddhist.

"I saw your uncle burned it a few times, but I didn't expect there were some profound tricks in it." Zhao Shouzheng's face was gray and black, and his freshly brushed teeth became smoother and smooth. "It's not difficult to know, but hard to do. The ancients really did not deceive me."

After a while, he sighed again: "It seems that your uncle is still very strong."

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes, too lazy to complain.

Seeing that the fire was not on the rise for a while, he packed up and went out and said, "I'll buy breakfast on the street."

"I want to drink duck blood vermicelli and eat Nanjian meatballs..." Zhao Shouzheng immediately ordered the food.

"You are so beautiful..." Zhao Hao curled his lips and ignored Mr. Zhao's request. "Eat whatever you want."

Yesterday, when I went out to buy a broom, Zhao Hao caught a glimpse of a signboard of a breakfast stall, hanging on the bridge not far away.

When I came out, I saw that there was indeed a coarse braised shed on the bridge. The underside of the shed was full of white air and very lively.

Zhao Hao walked over to find the fragrance and saw that the stall was not big, with only four short-legged square tables. It was getting late at this time, and a few diners were sitting there for breakfast.

There were two pots on the other side of the shed. On the larger pot, there were three stacks of tall cages, and the other smaller pot was filled with oil. The stall owner, who was in his forties and gray-haired, was holding long chopsticks and skillfully frying the oil terminal.

This is a delicacy that has been passed down until four hundred years later. When Zhao Hao was studying, he had eaten this thing a lot. He closed his eyes and sniffed the scallion and shredded radish cake. He was deeply intoxicated by the unique fragrance of boiling oil.

It's really good, it's still a taste.

A girl's chuckling interrupted Zhao Hao's aftertaste of time and space.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a girl who was laughing at sixteen or seventeen years old. The girl had fair skin that was common in Jiangnan women, her cheeks were healthy and rosy, and she had a little cute baby fat, just like the slightly translucent plate of Xiaolong Soup Bun in her hand.

“What to see?”

Seeing Zhao Hao looking at him without hesitation, the girl raised her face, but her eyelashes were long and her eyes were big. Even if she pouted, she could not see any evil appearance.

"Uh, let's see what's delicious." Zhao Hao said in his heart, it was you who laughed at me first.

"I thought you were full just by smelling the smell." The girl couldn't help but giggle when she thought of his stupid appearance just now.

When she smiled, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, making people feel that the bad mood would suddenly clear up.

"Qiaoqiao, don't bully others." A woman wrapped in a cotton towel, while making a statement with the diner, scolded her daughter for not scaring the guests away. "This guy, sit inside..."

"Can you take it away in packing?" Zhao Hao asked.

"Of course." The girl who sent the small buns came back and returned, and she was as crisp as she knew. "There are small buns of soup, vegetable buns, steamed buns, duck oil pastry cakes, oil terminals, oil fruits, white porridge, duck blood vermicelli, tofu brain, eggs, salted duck eggs..."

Zhao Hao didn't expect that this stall, which didn't even have a store, had a very complete breakfast.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Two cages of buns and two bowls of duck blood vermicelli."

"A total of ten cents." The girl put the buns into a paper bag, looked at Zhao Hao and said, "Where is your bowl?"

"I didn't bring it." Zhao Hao spread his hands together, and he was not used to ordering takeout and having to prepare his own tableware.

"Forget it this time." The girl did not make things difficult for him and folded two large bowls of duck blood vermicelli into a white porcelain soup basin. "Remember to send it back, and remember to bring your own bowl next time."

"Thank you." Zhao Hao paid politely, carrying the bun in one hand and the soup basin in the other, turned around and walked home carefully.

Looking at his back like a king of Tota, the girl named Qiaoqiao couldn't help laughing again.

After a while, Zhao Hao entered the alley and saw the strong man with scars yesterday, carrying a cold kitchen knife and rushing into his yard...

Zhao Hao was so scared that he shivered, his hands slipped, and the soup basin fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!