Miss Shen didn't understand why, but she was still very scared. Wang Anran was different from before. Although she was still the same person, she was talking and doing things like a different person. I don't know if he had really been to Heaven.

She said worriedly: "Am I sick again? Do you want to prescribe me again?"

"You are not sick, no, you are sick, you are greedy. If you don't believe me, try eating a bite of the bun!" Wang Anran said seriously.

Miss Shen was frightened. She smelled the aroma of the buns, but she didn't dare to eat them. She had eaten them, but the method was different from Wang Anran's. Will the back hurt really after eating them... After eating them, how could the back hurt? He must be frightening me!

Miss Shen bravely picked up a bun, which was quite hot. She blew it and bit it down. The bun was just out of the cage and it was very hot, and the soup was sprayed out!

The soup is delicious and unparalleled. The taste of mutton and fish soup forms the best umami flavor. The delicious taste jumps on the taste buds, stimulating people to feel comfortable all over.

Miss Shen was burned with her tongue, but she couldn't bear to be so delicious. The delicious taste was unimaginable. She raised her hand and wanted to suck the soup into her mouth, but the soup was sprayed out much faster. It flowed down her hands, flowing to her arms, and then it flowed to her back, making her scald and scream again!

Wang Anran looked at it and laughed, saying, "How about it, eating this kind of soup bun will burn your back, let's write this reply!" He was very proud, thinking that he had been so hot at the beginning, but the hero would not mention his courage back then, and he would just know what was burned, and he didn't have to tell others.

Miss Shen said vaguely: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Oh, you said it, I didn't believe it!" Eating buns not only burns your tongue, but also burns your back. Who believes this kind of thing? Well, because you don't believe it, you get hot!

Wang Anran asked, "Is it delicious?"

Miss Shen nodded. The diet in this era is very simple. Even the big pancake rolls are rare and delicious. In such an environment, Miss Shen suddenly ate the soup dumplings today, which was full of fresh fragrance, and naturally was shocked by the deliciousness in the sky.

Wang Anran picked up a bun and ate it. He pointed to the bun in the trunk and said, "Take half of it to my house and give it to my parents and bunny. Remember to tell them not to burn their tongues and backs. The rest is in a food box and I'll send it to your grandfather. Hurry up, the buns will be no longer delicious if they are cold!"

Miss Shen obediently packed the buns separately and gave them the food box to Wang Anran, while she took a plate of buns to the Wang family.

Wang Anran carried the food box and rushed to Shen Dayao's porcelain kiln. Following the guidance of his memory, he soon came to the porcelain kiln outside the village and saw Shen Dayao from afar. He saw Shen Dayao talking to an old man with a smile on his face, as if he was begging for something. The old man was about the same age as Shen Dayao, with his hands wrapped around his sleeves and kept shaking his head. It seemed that he would not agree to Shen Dayao's request.

When he got closer, Wang Anran heard Shen Dayao say to the old man: "Old Hu, I'm trying to keep you. You see, you're leaving just now. Isn't this my face? Where isn't it? You're not working or eating? You went to the city. Although you have a higher salary, the kiln manager is also more. For me, you can be half a home."

Old Man Hu is the newly invited porcelain-burning master from Shen Dayao. He used to work in Chang'an, but recently he went to Liangzhou. He had no official name. Because of his superb skills in making tools, others called him Hu Qiaoshou. Usually he called him Master Hu, and only Shen Dayao could call him Lao Hu.

Hu Qiaoshou shook his head and said, "There are more kilns in the city. This is not a decisive amount. Liangzhou has a lot of land and is cheap. I have saved up for a few years and bought a few acres of land. I can still keep a fortune for my children and grandchildren on the day I can't work. But for you, even if I work until I die, I will only put in my strength. This is different!"

Shen Dayao smiled and said, "You can't say that..."

Wang Anran walked closer, very casual, very friendly, very powerful as a young master in the kiln. If others didn't know, they would really think that he was Shen Dayao's son-in-law and said, "Master Hu, don't talk about it for now. If you don't know, you will be the one who can't talk about it. Come on, have a meal first, and after the meal, this big box of buns is calm. It takes me a lot of effort to eat while it's hot!"

Hu Qiaoshou looked at Wang Anran for no reason, then looked at Shen Dayao, who was interrupting? Your old son?

Shen Dayao saw Wang Anran. He had never really believed that Wang Anran had gone to Heaven or something. He was so old that he could not believe in such a random thing.

He thought to himself, "Why isn't it a trick to send food to him? Is it his?" Wang Anran interrupted him, and he was naturally a little embarrassed. Hu Qiaomiaoshou was about to leave. He was anxious and angry, so he was naturally not angry. He said to Wang Anran, "Why is it you? You have no hair on your mouth, what do you know? This is the kid from my neighbor, the most ignorant!" The latter sentence was said to Hu Qiaoshou.

Wang Anran yelled, I am the most ignorant? Okay, when you shouted! He opened the food box and said, "Look, I ate buns for lunch today, it was steaming and delicious!"

In addition to Shen Dayao and Hu Qiaoshou, there were two other friends. They were both from the kilns. They were not watching the fun, but waiting for Hu Qiaoshou's negotiation results. If Shen Dayao raises Hu Qiaoshou's wages, then I'm sorry, they will also increase, otherwise they would go to the city to find work. As long as they have the skills, they would not be able to make a living.

Hu Qiaoshou saw the bun, exclaimed, and said, "This looks a bit like the buns in Chang'an. I wonder how they taste?"

He had no other problem, he was just greedy, otherwise Shen Dayao would not have let Shen Juezhao make big pancakes and meat for him. Isn’t it just to keep him?

Shen Dayao hurriedly said, "Yes, eat the buns first, and I will talk about it after you have something to eat, I will accompany you!" He picked up two buns, one for Hu Qiaoshou and the other for him to eat.

The two guys next to him also stepped forward and consciously picked up the buns one by one.

Wang Anran remained silent. When the four of them delivered the buns to their mouths, they suddenly said, "Be careful to burn your back..."

The soup dumplings were just out of the cage and it didn't take long. Although they were not too hot, the skin temperature was not high, which did not mean that the soup inside was not high, but it was still quite hot.

Wang Anran said this a little late. All four of them bit the buns, and they all took a big bite. According to their previous habits, they had to bite the stuffing in one bite!

After hearing the words of carefully burning the back, Hu Qiaoshou hummed in his heart. It turned out that he was a hairless boy. At most, eating buns made his tongue burn, how could it burn on his back?

Before he could finish his thoughts, the four of them yelled at the same time. The soup spurted out of the bun rushed into their mouths and sprayed onto their faces, without wasting any waste! They shouted at the same time, and they were still brushing together!

Wang Anran's second sentence was only then said: "You can also burn your tongue and face, don't waste the soup, suck it--"

The soup buns he made were not exquisite enough, but fortunately, the soup was a lot of soup, and the soup was ointment oil, which turned into mutton oil when heated. It was delicious, but also very hot!

They sucked together again, following Wang Anran's voice, and the four of them raised their heads together to suck the soup in the buns. Naturally, they all raised their wrists. The soup flowed directly to their backs along their arms!

ah--

The screams were neat and uniform, as if they had been trained in advance. Even the soldiers in the army were not as sympathetic as them, and they were so singing in a uniform manner!

The four of them started shouting together, holding the bun in one hand and reaching the back with the other. It was hot, it hurts, it was hot oil!

Wang Anran sighed and shook his head and said, "You guys, how can you do this? Didn't I tell you that you will burn your back? You are so disobedient!"

But no one of the four of them had time to argue with him, so they all stuck out their tongues, cool down, and then looked at the buns together and praised in unison: "Fresh!" Then they bit them again!

Delicious, really delicious, I have never eaten anything so delicious!

Although the soup dumplings made by Wang Anran are not authentic and not exquisite enough, and use ointment instead of flesh skin, they are more suitable for the taste of people in this era. Modern people will think they are too greasy, but people in the Tang Dynasty do not think that, on the one hand, their living standards are low and their stomachs are less oily and water, and on the other hand, their ordinary diet is simple. For them, this simple soup dumpling cannot be eaten even during the Chinese New Year, and they have never eaten them. They have never heard of them. They are delicious, delicious, and wonderful!

After eating a bun in big mouthfuls, the four of them went to get one at the same time. No one was reluctant to speak with their mouths. They were too busy and were busy eating buns!

The second bun is eaten, what does it mean to have no memory? It is burned once, and then it is burned again for the second time, which is called no memory! The four of them were burned again, but they still ate very big mouthfuls!

Hu Qiao ate three buns in one breath and was scalded three times. Seeing that there were no buns in the food box, he stopped and said with his tongue: "It's delicious, really delicious, Lao Shen, no, boss, if you give me this kind of buns every day, I'll do it here with you, and the wages will be done as originally agreed!"

Shen Dawei was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly. Unexpectedly, no matter how he talked, he was solved by Wang Anran’s three buns. He also had his tongue wide and was scalded, and asked, “Good boy Anran, who made this bun, it’s definitely not a trick. What’s your name?”

Seeing that they were having a happy meal, Wang Anran understood in his heart that there was no problem with the distillation utensils. He said, "This is called Anran fresh soup bun. The filling is made of mutton, and fish soup is added. Do you know if you pronounce it with the word "fish" and "sheep"?"

Shen Dayao knew this word, and he said, "Fresh, this word is pronounced fresh!"

"Yes, that's why it's so fresh and delicious. I invented it!" Wang Anran clapped his hands and smiled.

Hu Qiaoshou asked hurriedly, "Your name is Anran? Anran's little boss, what kind of business does your family do? They also run porcelain kilns? Why don't I go to your house to work!"

Shen Dayao suddenly became anxious and said, "No, his family does not have a porcelain kiln, his family just grows some grapes."

Wang Anran smiled and said, "My family can't afford to open a porcelain kiln. The business cost is too much, so my family can't afford it. However, if I have something to ask Master Zheng, and Master Hu, you have a little favor, and I want you to help me!" As he said that, he took out the drawing from his arms and handed it to Hu Qiaoshou.

Hu Qiao looked at her, but didn't understand it, and didn't answer the drawings, but said, "I'm not full and still hungry. Are you still making this fresh soup bun?"

"How much does it cost, how much does it cost, and how much does it cost, Master Li Zheng can take care of it!" Wang Anran said.

Shen Dawei was stunned. Why did you ask the master in my kiln to do business? I have to care about the buns? His tongue rolled in his mouth, and he felt that the umami smell was really strong. He slapped his thigh and accepted it. He said, "Yes, I can eat three more!"
Chapter completed!