The peasant girl who escaped the famine: pick up the leak and pick up a prince

Chapter 51
Craftsmanship is a housekeeping skill. Relying on craftsmanship for a living was very common in ancient times. Therefore, no matter what you do, craftsmanship must be guarded, and it must not be plagiarized by others.

How could Yu Maimai not understand this truth?But Mrs. Zhao just came to plagiarize her craftsmanship, but Yu Maimai didn't know it, which is more dangerous.

Mrs. Zhao was carrying a basket, saw Yu Maimai coming over, and grinned: "I said it was you, I came today to compete with you to see whose buns are better, and you are worthy of your skills." Let’s do the steamed stuffed bun business.”

Yu Maimai's heart sank: "Could it be that the Zhao family came here today because of the steamed stuffed bun, and it seems that he wants to steal my craftsmanship? This is really too poor to be shameless, and he can come up with any bad idea Come out."

"Why should I compare with you? With your flamboyant guts, don't show off in front of me, and give up your heart as soon as possible. Whether my buns are delicious or not, it's not your turn to talk?"

After finishing speaking, Yu Maimai was about to close the door, but who knew that Mrs. Zhao's hands happened to be stuck in the crack of the door, so that she only heard a scream from Mrs. Zhao, and lay down at the door of Yu Maimai's house.

Mrs. Zhao began to cry loudly: "I tell you, this person who has received a thousand knives has slandered me like this. If you have the ability, you can compare with me to see whose steamed stuffed bun is delicious. Why did you treat me like this? Is it because you don't have it?" Do you feel guilty about this ability in front of the folks?"

What can Yu Maimai do? If she is still struggling at this time, wouldn't the villagers look down on her, so she had no choice but to agree, knowing that this is Zhao's black hands.

Just outside the yard, Yu Maimai set up a booth, the table on the left is hers, and the table on the right is Zhao's, but for the safety of the formula, they are separated by a wooden board.

In order to watch the excitement, the villagers moved a small stool to be the melon-eating crowd. The Lizheng family was also in the crowd. Han's pair of dark and fat arms were crossed together, and he was proudly knocking on the melon seeds. While making a bah bah sound.

"Let me tell you, you two should compete with each other, otherwise, what will the people in this village say? Yu Maimai, who never knew how to cook, actually started selling steamed buns in the town and gave them everywhere. Mrs. Zhao, who is a chef, is so poor that he can’t open the pot, oops, this makes me laugh so hard, does this mean that you, a great chef, can’t catch up with someone who can’t cook?”

The last time she went to town to be humiliated on the bullock cart, Han would naturally not forget, she clearly provoked this drama on purpose, and then waited to see Yu Maimai's joke?

Li Zhengsu took a look, and grabbed the woman's arm: "I said, don't join in the fun, you can't tell that Mrs. Zhao saw that Yu Maimai made money and said directly if he wanted to extort money, why? And put on such a name?"

Mrs. Han glared at Su Cai: "Let me ask you, do you also like Widow Zhang? What kind of medicine did this woman give you? There was Li Shengwang in front of you. Now, you have also caught up. Let me tell you, Don't let me catch you, otherwise, you will see me."

Su Cai is henpecked, mainly because Han's natal family is a clerk in the town, and has a bit of status, so Su Cai obeys Han in everything, and now even if he is slapped twice by Han, he will not Dare to say anything.

There was a commotion in the crowd, Mrs. Zhang stood up, holding a plate, and said with a smile: "Mother, look, we have already prepared everything, we don't believe we can't compare to her! "

Unconvinced, Mrs. Zhao pointed at Lizheng and said, "Lizheng, you are the palm of the hand in the village. Look, how can these two people compete to make your daughter-in-law mess around in the house? It's too disgraceful, right? ?”

Lizheng had no choice but to cast a glance at Han Shi, Han Shi nodded towards Lizheng: "Be smart and know what to do. You are Lizheng, and you must be fair in dealing with things."

Yu Maimai knew what was going on, and waved his hand towards Mrs. Zhang: "Okay, I don't need your help here, I will do it myself."

When Yu Maimai said this, there was nothing wrong with Mrs. Zhang, and Li Zheng who was standing on the side had no choice but to stand quietly, and Mrs. Zhao proudly wrapped her arms together.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Maimai prepared a little shredded potato, then chopped green onion, and put some soft ground. No matter how it is done, the indispensable thing here is the wild sansan pepper. The taste of this wild sansan pepper cannot be replaced by other things.

Mrs. Zhao prepared some green vegetables. She chopped them up and stirred them in a porcelain bowl. Then she added some eggs, chopped them up, added salt, poured in oil, and stirred vigorously. Start kneading the dough on the chopping board.

Yu Maimai was not to be outdone. After finishing her bun stuffing, she kneaded the dough on the side and wrapped it. During the process of making the buns, Zhao changed her direction and turned her position to face Yu Maimai. The position of the step, while others were not paying attention, deliberately opened a gap in the position of the wooden plank.

Zhao discovered that through the gap she made, she could see the stuffing and skin of the buns on Yu Maimai's table, and she smiled coldly: "Hmph, I don't believe it, what else do you have to make the buns into pieces?" In the same way, if this is the case, what flavor can the steamed stuffed buns have? Since your steamed stuffed buns can make money, why can't my steamed stuffed buns make money?

Mrs. Zhao took a closer look, and found that Yu Maimai's stuffed buns were filled with vegetarian dishes, not even a little diced meat. Could the stuffed buns be delicious?
Because of this, Mrs. Zhao underestimated Yu Maimai, and then looked at the way the two made buns. Yu Maimai's technique was formally trained, fair and delicate, and the size was very even.

Not to mention the different sizes of Zhao’s steamed buns, they are also somewhat rough, and there are even missing fillings on the outside of the seal. The effect of steaming steamed buns like this is definitely different.

"Hmph, just like you, you still want to compare with mine. My buns have meat, but your buns, with your eyes closed, don't even think about it. My buns are delicious. Hmph, just wait and see." , my buns must be better than yours."

The time is up, here, Yu Maimai's is already out of the pot, at this time, Mrs. Zhang stretched out her arm, and handed over a plate: "Now, my mother's steamed stuffed buns are cooked, wouldn't it be a foul for me to hand over a plate?" ?”

Yu Maimai took the plate and said with a smile: "Okay, anyway, I'm ready, you come out now, help distribute these buns to the folks, let the folks comment, and see what my buns taste like ?”

Mrs. Zhang usually looks like a careless person, but in this kind of thing, she is very capable, especially if she can get in touch with the old people in the village, she becomes very enthusiastic after a few words?

Mrs. Zhao put the buns on the table in front of her, pointed to the buns she had made, and said, "Folks, my buns are ready. Please have a taste. Logically speaking, which one of you usually has weddings and funerals?" Yes, this chef is me, today I will compete with this chef who never knows how to cook, and ask the folks to give me this chef, how about it?

(End of this chapter)