Mugui

Chapter 42
Mu Dalang silently helped Yang Mu tidy up the stove house.

Yang Mu threw the broken iron pot aside, took out another pot, and steamed rice on it.

Mu Dalang finally found out that the clothes around his waist were inappropriate, so he hurried back to Westinghouse to change clothes.

But he only has one piece of clothing.

This is awkward.

Mu Dalang, who was holding the quilt with a worried face, heard the footsteps and turned his head to look.

I saw Yang Mu come in with two sets of new clothes, put them beside the bed, gave him a meaningful look, and then went out with some regrets.

The corners of Mu Dalang's eyes twitched, what was she regretting?
Yang Mu pouted, is it that cold?Still wearing a quilt!
She went to the east room to see that the big black dog was still emo. Fortunately, the wound on his forehead had scabbed over, and the stick wound on his body had also subsided a lot, so she went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

While Mu Dalang was changing his clothes, he remembered that when he was in the kitchen, it seemed that Yang Mu looked at his waist from time to time.

His hand on the belt froze. Could it be that she was peeping at his waist? !

Combined with the fact that Yang Mu saw him wearing a quilt just now, he seemed a little disappointed.

Mu Dalang's dark face deepened even more.

This pervert!How dare you take advantage of him!
He said, how could the newly made bed be bitten by the iron-eating beast?

That's an iron eater, not a bed eater!

After changing his clothes, Mu Dalang got up and went to the east room to check the situation of the big black dog.

Qiuqiu was dismantling the bed while hugging the legs of the bed in Dongwuchai, and the big black dog on the bed bared its teeth at Qiuqiu.

It's still on the bed!Did this idiot want to kill him by removing the legs of the bed?

Standing at the door, Mu Dalang saw this admiration: "..."

It's really an iron-eating beast tearing down a bed!
Isn't she greedy for her body? !

No, the eyes that looked at his waist just now were clearly coveting his body!

With a dark face, Mu Dalang walked away with Qiuqiu in his arms.

The big black dog who was ignored the whole time: "?!"

Big Black Dog: It's fine if you don't hit that meatball, but you still hug it? !Sure enough, I am the only one who is not loved!

The big black dog is more emo...

Mu Dalang, who returned alone after going out for a minute, held a jar of chili sauce and silently brushed it on the bed leg of the east room.

The big black dog looked at Mu Dalang with a face full of shock, smearing chili sauce on his buttocks. This human being has a dark face and heart...

Poor meatball...

At night, Qiuqiu gnawed on the legs of the bed while everyone was not paying attention.

One minute later, a certain ball from "嘤嘤嘤" climbed onto Mu Dalang's bed, and leaned against his arms, complaining of grievances.

The big black dog is next door, and he clearly heard a black-hearted human being very doting: "Eat chili? Oh, the ball is so pitiful, hug..."

The big black dog secretly decided to stay away from that black human.

Yang Mu didn't know about these things, she was devoted to business.

In the past few days, Yang Mu has been making four boxes of cakes every day, all of which can be sold out in less than two hours, the business is very good.

Gradually, her cakes attracted the attention of Yixiangfang, the largest pastry shop in the county.

One day, the shopkeeper Lu of Yixiangfang heard about the cakes, so he asked the staff to buy some cakes and come back to taste.

After tasting it, shopkeeper Lu fell silent.

good to eat.

It is better than all the pastries in Yixiangfang!
In fact, no matter how good a small stall's business is, it will not affect Yixiangfang, because after all, the customer groups are different.

But after he went to Jin's house yesterday, he changed his mind.

Ms. Jin's family will hold a camellia banquet every year in this season, and they will use pastries from their Xiangfang for several years.

But when he came to the door yesterday to inquire about the time of this year's Camellia Fair, Xiaotao, the fat girl next to Miss Jin, told him to go back first, the lady hadn't decided on the cakes for the banquet.

It took him a tael of silver before Xiaotao told him that the lady might use a pastry called cake.

And the small stall for buying cakes is on South Street.

After eating this pastry now, shopkeeper Lu deeply felt that Yixiangfang had met a rival in the pastry business.

Never let a small stall steal the Jin family's business.

This is not a matter of how much money you make, but it will be compared by others.

A dignified incense shop, the largest and longest pastry shop in the county, can't compare to a small street stall?

This is too bad to hear!

Shopkeeper Lu decided to talk to the village girl selling cakes in person.

It would be best if the village girl could be tricked into becoming a pastry chef in the shop, and he could arrange for someone to steal the recipe.

When the formula is in hand, kick the person away with one kick.

South Street, downstairs.

Yang Mu sold the last piece of cake and was ready to go home.

A middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper came over.

His small eyes were full of arrogance, and his high chin showed disdain.

"Little village girl, I am shopkeeper Lu of Yixiangfang."

Even his tone was condescending.

Yang Mu looked up at him while packing up his things.

She had seen this person before. Before selling cakes, she went to Yixiangfang to buy some cakes and came back to taste the taste, knowing herself and her enemy.

For this kind of person who thinks he is superior to others, Yang Mu is not in the mood to talk to him.

Shopkeeper Lu saw that the little village girl was ignoring him, so he couldn't help frowning, and muttered, "So she's deaf."

Yang Mu kept moving, and angrily replied, "You are the deaf one."

Shopkeeper Lu immediately frowned, raised his voice and reprimanded: "You are not deaf, why don't you speak?"

Yang Mu sneered sarcastically, but still ignored him.

Shopkeeper Lu stared, pointed at Yang Mu and said angrily, "I think highly of you when I talk to you!"

His "Master" reminded Yang Mu of Mu Dalang.

When Mu Dalang reprimanded Yang Caixia, he claimed to be a master.

Although Mu Dalang didn't have much strength to speak at that time, his voice was not loud, but he was very imposing.

And the dog in front of me looks down on people...

Ha ha!

After packing up her things, she looked back at him with the same condescending eyes of shopkeeper Lu, and said disdainfully: "You are not worthy of being called a master."

After finishing speaking, he left and gave Shopkeeper Lu a haughty back of the head.

Shopkeeper Lu came back to his senses and almost jumped in anger!

Yixiangfang is not just a shop in the county!

Both black and white can be obtained!

This village girl is impatient!
He wants to let this little village girl taste what it means to be beaten by society!
The aunt who was selling wontons looked at the shopkeeper Lu's dark eyes, and sighed deeply in her heart. It seemed that the little girl would not be able to sell pastries for a few days.

These days, how can they set up stalls to compete with these shopkeepers?
Besides, it's a big shop like Yixiangfang!
When Yang Mu came to set up the stall the next day, Aunt Wonton hurriedly told her about the unkind expression on the shopkeeper Lu yesterday.

Yang Mu just nodded to show that he understood.

Seeing that she didn't care, the aunt kindly persuaded: "Girl, you should have some snacks!"

Yang Mu giggled, "Don't worry, Auntie!"

She is not a soft persimmon to handle!

While the two were talking, Shopkeeper Lu came again.

(End of this chapter)