"That... Chen An, let's forget about this."

Some people are worried that Chen An will dig a hole for himself.

The man also figured it out and said, "Yes, I'll go around tomorrow. As long as I'm willing to give up my strength, I won't starve to death."

Chen An put down the towel and stood up and said, "I like to think about what to eat, why don't you try it?"

He had no urgent intention to help the man, so he was ready to ignore this after that.

The man felt that there was no hope in his life at this point, so he said, "There are three chickens in the family..."

"Enough."

Chen An said, "You will bring the chicken to my place tomorrow morning."

...

Since then, Chen An still set up a stall to sell pot stickers, but the man who made steamed chicken was missing in the night market.

Everyone thought he had changed careers.

Until five days later, the man came back with a load on his back.

The merchants at the night market all sighed secretly.

The man set the stove, steamed the pot rack, and then started steaming the chicken.

It's better to be the same.

The night market has started to flourish again.

Guoguo is still practicing calligraphy.

Flowers are still napping.

Chen An is still making pot stickers.

The boy is here again, and he is queuing up to buy pot stickers today.

The boy looked like he was only about ten years old, followed by a nervous man, queuing with a stern face.

"You need five."

Chen An looked up and saw that the boy looked familiar, so he frowned and said, "Is there an adult following him?"

The boy said dissatisfiedly: "Do you care about me!"

Damn!

Chen An slapped him on the head and cursed: "Is it easy for my father to raise you? There are so many people in the night market, what if someone gets you away?"

The boy was dumbfounded.

The man behind him was dumbfounded.

Chen An was furious when he saw this and said, "I'm going to give you pot stickers, hurry up and go home."

He rudely wrapped the pot stickers, stuffed them into the boy's arms, and shouted, "Get out now!"

The boy turned around in a barely manner, and the man protected him out of the crowd.

"ah!"

The hot pot stickers were only powerful at this moment. The boy quickly took out a bag of oil paper from his arms and wanted to throw it on the ground.

"Forget it, let's see if you don't have any good food. I turned around and turned around and broke up his stall... It's not bad. His sister looks very good, forget it."

He didn't know the danger of this sentence. If Chen An heard it, he would be very kind to laugh, and then he would regret it without being punished.

The two walked out for a while, and the man suddenly sniffed and said, "Young man, it smells so good."

The boy also smelled it, but he was intoxicated by the deliciousness of the pot stickers and could not extricate himself.

"It smells so good!"

Most of the tourists in the night market come to find delicious food, and there are many gourmets.

Everyone left after exploring their thoughts, and saw a stall with a pot with a steamer on it.

"What? Take it out quickly."

The foodies who have been around for a long time can't wait to taste it.

Someone recognized the man and exclaimed: "Didn't you do it?"

The man said with a sigh: "It's the prescription given by Chen An."

He opened the steamer and took out the chickens one by one.

"This chicken is called Guifei Chicken, with a strong fragrance and is of great benefit to the body."

The glutton's nose was like a wolf sniffing prey, twitching constantly.

"Take it now."

"One..."

"Don't talk about money, it's vulgar!"

The gourmet bit the chicken wings for the first time and then closed his eyes.

"It smells like wine... I actually use wine to stew chicken? And chestnuts... and..."

Lao Tao opened his eyes, grabbed the man's chest and asked, "Who made it?"

The man subconsciously said: "Chen An."

The Tao threw down a handful of copper coins, then ran away with a chicken.

So delicious?

"I want one!"

In an instant, the stall was flooded.

Lao Tao ran to Chen'an's stall, but was stopped by the people in line.

"Don't go to the line, or you'll get out!"

He was chewing with a chicken, ready to try this pot sticker raw.

Pot stickers are a popular food in Bianliang recently, but most people are not interested.

The gourmet was naturally not interested, but he decided to give it a try after seeing this delicious steamed chicken noodles.

"It's gone!"

Chen An raised the bag and threw it for a while, and some flour flew over with the wind.

He quickly packed up his own things, then took on the burden and ran away.

The stalls for steaming chicken over there were already full of steam, inside and outside, surrounded by three layers.

Chen An never expected such a grand occasion, so he dared not stay when he saw this.

"Chen An..."

"Where is Chen'an?"

"Where is Chen An..."

Chen An has run away.

Why are people so surprised these days?

Chen An felt that he was really wronged.

Isn’t it just a steamed chicken from my hometown? Why is it so crazy?

But he forgot that steamed chicken was an innovative dish for later generations, and he felt that he had made a random dish, which was also a reward for the friendship that night.

But unexpectedly, it triggered a riot.

He turned around and looked at it, and saw more than ten people chasing behind him, and said angrily: "I only know these!"

"Do you need help?"

Chen An glanced at the place where the voice came from, and saw that it was the boy, he roared: "Get home quickly!"

He ran away with a burden, but the night market behind him could no longer be calm.

The man's more than ten chickens were sold out. He stood there in tears, his feet were covered in chicken bones.

"Ange..."

...

Zhao Zhen felt hungry again, but he knew that once he got used to eating midnight snacks, those in charge could regard this as a source of wealth, and there would be an extra expense in the palace every year.

"Official family, official family..."

Recently, ministers in the court have suggested that Zhao Zhen quickly adopt a child, which made Zhao Zhen very disgusted and dissatisfied, but he could not refute it, so he was very depressed.

The eunuch is the closest person to the emperor, so he naturally sensed his emotions, so recently the eunuchs in the palace are consciously looking for some happy things to report.
To be continued...