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Chapter 60 Take Two Pony Boys

There are some guest rooms on the second floor of Quanjufang Restaurant. In one of the guest rooms, there are four people sitting at the moment. On the table, there are four bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup and two plates of fried buns.

"Why don't you move your chopsticks? You still don't trust my skills?" Baicaoshi blinked her eyes, full of expectation.

Bai Li glanced downstairs from time to time, "Cao'er, you said that everyone is free, and you will lose too much?"

For her daughter, the old mother always counts carefully.

Baicaoshi trotted to her mother's side, pinched her shoulders, and said very attentively, "Mother, there is a saying that is willing to give up. If you are willing to give up, you can only gain if you are willing to give up. If you are not willing to give up duck blood, you can't catch people who eat roast duck!"

In the pricing of Baicaoshi, the duck blood vermicelli soup is the cheapest, and the roast duck is the most expensive.

When Baili heard this, it was the reason, "But, the store is so busy, are you sure you don't want Xiaoshu to help?"

Baicaoshi's little head shook like a rattle, "Mother, Xiaoshu is now my chief duck breeder, and it is enough for him to put the ducks in place. To the outside world, let's not talk about the relationship with Quanjufang Restaurant, let's talk loudly Wealth will be fine."

Although Mrs. Baili didn't understand, but now that her daughter has an idea, she can do it by herself.Bai Xiaoshu has a hundred thousand reasons, "Then why? Sis, you became the second shopkeeper of Quanjufang, but I walk in front of people with my back straight."

Baicaoshi glanced at Zhe Yu, who was frowning at Duck Blood, and couldn't stop worrying, this kid is too picky.

"Xiaoshu, your brother-in-law is going to be an official in the future, and family members can't go into business, or let outsiders know that we are in business. Besides, isn't it good that we don't reveal our wealth?"

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, everything is inferior, and only reading is high, which is a deep-rooted thought in this world.

Zhe Yu raised her amber eyes and glanced at Baicao Poetry.It is true that she likes to open a restaurant and be the shopkeeper, but she thinks well for him.

"Then will my brother-in-law take the examination of scholar and Jinshi?"

Baicaoshi patted Bai Xiaoshu's head and smiled, "Keep your eyes high, as long as your brother-in-law wants to take the exam, the champion is no problem!"

trust!

In addition to the meticulous care, Baicao Poetry also gave him the confidence to be omnipotent.

"Zhuangyuan Lang, would you like to try my duck blood vermicelli soup?" There was a hint of coquettishness in the words.

"Okay." Zhe Yu said in a strange way, and took a sip of the soup, it was delicious!After another mouthful of duck blood, it was smooth and tender, "Well, it's much more delicious than I imagined."

Baicaoshi smiled from ear to ear, "In the future, you can be a food critic and even write a column for me."

Zhe Yu has never heard what food critics and columns say, but it does not hinder his understanding, "There are gourmets in Yanjing, and restaurants and restaurants in Yanjing hope that those famous gourmets will comment on them, so that the business will be better. "

After all, it's the hero, that's all.

Baicaoshi also started to eat it, "I will also make reviews in the future, and build word of mouth. Come, try the pan-fried buns too."

The pan-fried buns were fried golden on the outside, with sesame seeds and chopped green onions sprinkled on top. Zhe Yu remembered the words in Baicao Poetry that the five colors nourish the five viscera, so he ate it quickly.The soup inside is full and full of aftertaste between the lips and teeth.

A table of soup and buns were all eaten.

"Will you go out for a walk with me?" Baicaoshi extended an invitation to Zhe Yu.

"Want to hear everyone's real evaluation of the restaurant and dishes?" Zhe Yu asked.

Baicaoshi snapped her fingers, correct answer.

The young couple went downstairs.One hundred servings of soup have already been delivered, and the store closes early, and no more will be sold.

The essence of hunger marketing.

Shopkeeper Feng was having dinner with his wife, buddy, and chef. They also ate duck blood vermicelli soup and pan-fried buns.

"Miss Bai, our soup is very good. It's a pity that I didn't eat it. I said that I will come again tomorrow."

"Okay, my husband and I will go out for a walk."

Sure enough, half of the people on the street were discussing the dishes of Quanjufang.Ninety-five percent are full of praise.

Those who haven't eaten say grape sour and duck blood.

Baicaoshi accepted it with a smile.

When walking to the corner of the street, Baicaoshi saw a familiar face, a little beggar!The one who lied to Baicaoshi that his sister was sick.At this moment, he was feeding a younger and thinner girl from a broken bowl.In the bowl is Quanjufang's duck blood vermicelli soup.

Baicaoshi suddenly shouted, "Boy, I finally found you, let's settle the score from last time, shall we?"

The little beggar narrowed his pupils, and his first reaction was to run, but his sister was still sitting on the ground.

He immediately put down the bowl, stood in front of his sister, and bowed to Baicaoshi, "I'm sorry sister, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was forced. If I don't do that, the gangsters in the town will break me Bones, I will kill my sister. Sister, I will never dare again, please forgive me."

The little girl behind the little beggar grabbed the hem of the little beggar's clothes and called timidly, "Brother, sister, don't blame brother, brother is all for me."

It's brother and sister.

Baicaoshi crossed her arms, looking scrutinizing.Zhe Yu looked at her with great interest, because with that expression on her face, she was probably thinking of something again.

This is a habit he has explored during the two months of getting along.

"Is the duck blood vermicelli soup delicious?" Baicaoshi asked suddenly.

The little beggar licked the corner of his lower lip, his eyes were bright, "It's so delicious, it's so delicious that it's going to go to heaven. It would be great if I didn't have to pay for a bowl every day."

The kid is quite greedy!

Baicaoshi chuckled, "That's not impossible. What's your name?"

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, before realizing, "My name is Sanzi, and my sister's name is Qiya."

The third son and Qiya are too ugly.

Baicaoshi hooked her fingers, "From now on, I will call you Shanyao and your younger sister Sanqi. You do as I say, and if you do well, go to Quanjufang for dinner and charge it to my account."

The pie fell from the sky, the little beggar hurriedly took his sister to give a big gift, thanking him non-stop.

As for the name, what does it matter.It's just that he himself didn't expect that in the near future, many people will be inquiring about and fawning on a person named Shan Yao.Of course, that's another story.

Baicaoshi explained her request and passed on a formula.

"Remember?"

Shan Yao scratched her head, "Sister, say it again, I remember half of it."

The Baicao poem was repeated again, and the yam was memorized according to the script, and the memory was good.

"Okay, from now on, I will carry it wherever I go. Think about the delicious duck blood vermicelli soup that will fly to the sky!"

"Okay."

Saying goodbye to the beggar brothers and sisters, Zhe Yu became in a good mood. "That's a good move. You can't say that the little beggars on the street will become your mouthpiece."

"Thank you, Yubao, for the compliment."

Go up the pole.

Zhe Yu: "..."

(End of this chapter)