My Baozi spreads through the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 5
The corners of Fang Xue’s mouth twitched. Yes, they are all talking in plain language, but look at what they all look like. The black-faced Zhang Fei is called an old man, and the big beauty Diao Chan is called an old man. You can be someone at your own age Grandma is gone.

She was really ashamed.

"Ahem, I'll see for myself, I'll see for myself."

The old man was surrounded in the middle, it was uncomfortable, what are these five people, they are dressed in weird clothes, and they all have weird looks, white is white, red is red, black is black, and they speak strangely. It must have been Nanshan who ran out.

And these few people are not too old, so they all have beards. I didn't see him in his seventies, and he didn't grow a beard.

What kind of aesthetic is this?

But that girl looks really good-looking, is she a star?

He doesn't know.

But how could a celebrity come to this small bun shop?

"What buns are there?"

The old man came to Fang Xue and asked, he felt that Fang Xue was a normal person here.

"Master, there is only Maixiang's now."

Fang Xue answered the first guest who entered the door.

"What is Maixiang? I want to eat sauerkraut and eggs, give me two sauerkraut and eggs, and a bowl of porridge."

The old man ordered it himself.

Fang Xue's face froze, and she said that the system cheated him.

"Only Maixiang, pork and scallions, and corn noodle porridge, nothing else."

Fang Xue said without changing her face, anyway, she is not to blame for this matter, she is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

"Pork and scallions are pork and scallions. If you don't want wheat, let's have pork and scallions. Let's have two, and a bowl of corn noodle porridge. Oh, by the way, how much is a bun?"

The old man is easy to talk to, anyway, they are all here, so let's eat two.

"Maixiang steamed stuffed bun, three yuan a piece, porridge two yuan a piece."

Fang Xue quoted the price, which was the price she had thought of. As for the price, she couldn't help it.

"What?"

The old man suspects that his ears are not working well. Don’t think that if you get a few weird people in your store, you can make money. You sell pork and green onions for three yuan each. You are a black shop. You are a bun shop in the morning market. Not a big hotel.

"You can drink porridge for two yuan per person, and you will get a plate of kimchi for free."

Fang Xue is helpless, you are more expensive than other shops, you must have a reason, you say your buns are made of good materials and taste good, but people don't eat them, how do you know?

You said good materials are good enough?
Now there are a few people who believe the words of the merchants.

"Then let's have two, and another bowl of porridge."

The uncle wanted to get angry at first, but after thinking about it, forget it, the porridge is a little expensive, but they can take care of it, if you drink two bowls, you will come back, and you can also get pickles for free.

When Fang Xue heard this, she hurriedly picked up two buns. The first customer stayed and asked for buns. This is a good start, a good sign.

Fang Xue looked at the five eating, no, five people.

"I come."

"I'm coming."

"I'll take it."

Several people scrambled forward, they couldn't do anything else, but it was okay to serve a bun.

"Brothers, come here, slave."

Don't look weak on Diao Chan, but like the wind, she came to Fang Xuege first, and stretched out her delicate white hands.

Fang Xue put the buns into Diao Chan's hands, and signaled Diao Chan to send the buns to others. She didn't care about the beauty, since she came, she had to work for her.

Diao Chan went to deliver the steamed stuffed bun, but the brothers didn't grab it, they were just staring at each other, only to see Fang Xue gave them a bowl and asked them to serve porridge to the guests.

Five people were going to serve porridge together, Fang Xue gave them a white look, how many people are needed to serve porridge?

"Keep one."

Fang Xue shouted.

Well, the brothers stopped together again and looked at Fang Xue together.

Are you conjoined twins, keep one, don't you understand?
This time, Fang Xue's expression told them that they understood, and finally Guan Yu stayed, and Fang Xue stuffed a small plate of pickles in his hand.

Yes, it's just a small plate with a piece of onion, a piece of carrot, a piece of white radish, a piece of ginger, and two stalks of cowpea.

She asked Guan Yu to give it to people. If she opens a shop, there must be a discount. Her kimchi is a discount for people.

Guan Yu looked at the kimchi in his hand, he knew this thing, they came out of it, of course, they couldn't really come out of the kimchi, nor were they soaked out, that is a space-time hole.

Guan Yu gave pickles to someone, Fang Xue was thinking, she pickled five kinds, so gave him five people?
One thing corresponds to one person?

Which of the five of them corresponds to what?
Fang Xue looked at several people, she pondered.

"This is kimchi, I have to try it."

The old man eating steamed stuffed buns took a piece of carrot and put it in his mouth.

"Don't tell me, this stuff is sour, it tastes good and delicious."

The old man nodded and praised Fang Xue's craftsmanship. He is old and always smokes. He has no taste in his mouth, so he likes to eat sour and sweet. This pickle is more suitable for his appetite.

Fang Xue showed a sincere smile. Her ancestral kimchi skills are not good enough. If the skills are not good, she can't make kimchi, so there will be no such stories.

The old man ate buns again.

"Well, the noodles are well made, the skin is thin, the meat is fragrant, and the taste is really good. It is much better than the buns in this store before. It is better than many buns I have eaten. I once told my son Go to a big restaurant, meat buns are five yuan each, far worse than yours, girl, your buns are not bad."

The old man nodded after taking a bite of the steamed stuffed bun. The skin of this stuffed bun is thin, unlike other steamed stuffed buns. After several bites, you can’t eat the filling. The meat is fragrant, but it’s not the kind of oily or greasy aroma. It was the aroma of the food that made him want to eat the second after taking the first bite.

Gudong, Fang Xue heard it, it was Zhang Fei swallowing.

You are such a foodie, tell me how many steamed buns you have eaten, but you still don’t have enough.

Fang Xue glanced at him, ignoring Zhang Fei's eyes asking her to bring some more buns to taste.

"This porridge is not bad. It is more fragrant than other corn noodle porridge, but your buns are too few. Uncle told you, you should make more varieties. You have to have both meat and vegetarian ones, and you have more porridge. Seed, otherwise there will always be enough to eat.”

The old man gave a high praise and decided to become a regular customer. Whoever eats is not eating, and whoever is spending money is not spending. Why not eat the best.

But the uncle still made an opinion.

"it is good."

Fang Xue nodded, thinking that she didn't want to, and she also wanted to, the problem is that there must be something.

Fang Xue now knows that her bun shop must be based on the system, and she can only sell what the system gives.

At this time, someone entered the store again.

An old lady, a middle-aged man, a middle-aged woman and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

They should not belong to the same family, although they came in one after the other.

"What buns are there?"

The old lady asked at the front.

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