I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 92 Excuse me, are you going to take off?
"What's new?"

Song Yao said "Hey", stopped his chopsticks, and turned his head to look at the boss.

"It's not a new thing. It was all invented by my little granddaughter. What is it called...a small burrito?"

Seeing Song Yao's interest, the boss hurriedly shouted into the shop: "Old lady, hurry up and make a portion of that little burrito!"

The person inside said "Hey", and then there was a soft knock on the chopping board.

Song Yao blinked and said anxiously: "How much does this cost?"

Don’t let the lion open his mouth...

Why did you start doing it before anyone asked you?
Seeing that there seemed to be a misunderstanding, the boss quickly waved his hand and explained: "No money, no money, it's a free trial."

"My little granddaughter said that it's hard to accurately judge the audience for this new product, so I'm asking interested people to taste it first, without charge."

The boss clumsily imitated what his granddaughter said: "If there are many people who like it, there will be no need to do any special promotion next time, and people will naturally come to ask."

Song Yao blinked, but he barely understood what the boss meant.

Following closely, I couldn’t help but become thoughtful.

After a while, ten white and fat little burritos, only slightly bigger than a thumb, were neatly stacked on a coarse porcelain plate and brought up.

"The one on the left has more kimchi, and the one on the right has less kimchi. I even put less chili."

The proprietress is a very kind woman, her hair is meticulously combed, and she wears a blue cloth apron.

The woman then added: "It doesn't matter if you can't finish the meal, there's no need to force it!"

"Ah, yes, it doesn't matter if you can't finish it. No need to force it."

The two of them were so enthusiastic, which made Song Yao and Jiang Anning feel a little embarrassed.

"Then, let's try it?"

Jiang Anning blinked: "Try it!"

She looked at the fat little burrito, and she was quite excited.

In the mouth, there is a soft aroma of pancakes with shredded potatoes and kimchi rolled inside.

The heat of the shredded potatoes is very well controlled, not doughy or crispy, and paired with the slightly sour and crisp texture of the kimchi, it is very delicious.

Jiang Anning couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "It's delicious!"

After finishing one, she couldn't help but pick up the second one.

Song Yao also extended his chopsticks.

Don't tell me, this gadget doesn't look big, but in fact, it's quite filling.

She had only eaten three, but she couldn't eat anymore.

"No, it's delicious. It's just a bit overwhelming."

Song Yao covered his mouth and burped indecently.

"It's good for lunch or dinner. It fills your stomach and doesn't dirty your hands."

“It’s a bit awkward to eat it with cold skin.”

She had just eaten a large bowl of cold skin and was very full.

I originally thought I would go to the street later to see if there was anyone selling rice dumplings and buy one for fun.

Or buy some fried stinky tofu...

I don't need to think about it now, I just sat down with three small burritos.

Song Yao rubbed his belly and praised the burrito without hesitation.

The boss next to me was very happy after hearing this: "It's a blessing that these two customers like this little burrito!"

When Jiang Anning couldn't eat anymore, the boss asked his wife to pack the remaining small burritos and take them back.

"Make a new one and take it with you."

Song Yao quickly waved his hand and refused, but the boss was really enthusiastic.

She couldn't refuse, so she accepted it.

I wanted to give him money, but the boss refused to accept anything he said.

Helpless, Song Yao had no choice but to look at Jiang Anning for help.

Jiang Anning blinked, she didn't know what to do.

"Everyone comes out to do small business in order to support their families. How can we eat from you for free? I think, how about this? Another day, when you are free, take your granddaughter to Nan Street. How about asking our boss Song at Chaohuang Embroidery Shop to make clothes for your granddaughter for free?"

Jiang Anning took out the flower paper he got at Huafang last time from his purse, used an eyebrow pencil to write the four characters "Chaohuang Embroidery Square" on it, and put it into the woman's hand.

"Keep this, take this later and come find us at Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop."

The woman quickly waved her hand and refused: "Hey, you can't do that. It's just a small burrito. It's not worth a few bucks. How can I change it into a set of clothes? No, no, no, take it back quickly."

Jiang Anning pushed the flower note back: "Just keep it safely. The worst is, when you come, bring your own needlework and fabric, and we will process it into ready-made clothes for you for free."

The woman turned her head and glanced at her husband, thought for a while, and became a little excited.

She hesitated for a moment and put away the flower note with special care.

"Then..."

She smiled sheepishly: "Then, thank you!"

Ever since Er Nier's parents passed away, they have never made new clothes for Er Nier.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t have the money…

The boss next to him obviously wanted to refuse, but looking at his old wife's excited face and thinking of his poor granddaughter, he opened his mouth and finally swallowed his words.

"Thank you!" He said with some choking.

Song Yao and Jiang Anning didn't think too much. They exchanged a few polite words with others and left with the packed burritos.

The Wuda Niangya shop on West Street is not open yet.

The two of them had no choice but to go to Old Liu Tou to look at the embroidery thread.

"Do you know what I was thinking when I saw Lao An's Liangpi burritos?"

Song Yao asked abruptly.

Jiang Anning blinked, confused: "What were you thinking about?"

"I wonder if I didn't work hard enough, or if I was a little blinded by the glory of the past."

Song Yao pouted, a little disappointed.

"what?"

Jiang Anning was a little confused: "How come Sister Song suddenly thinks like this?"

She didn't understand how someone who was always cheerful could suddenly become sad.

Song Yao didn't understand either.

But that's how she felt.

She sighed: "I don't know. I just saw people working so hard to promote new products, which made me feel a little uneasy."

"You think, am I not trying too hard?"

There was a faint layer of anxiety between her brows and eyes: "Since I came back from the capital, I seem to have been too content with the status quo and never thought about changing anything."

"Even Wei Qiuyue knows that from time to time, a few freshly designed sachets are brought out and treated as new product promotions. Although the sales are not very good, they can always attract some big girls and young wives in the city. Selected.”

"It seems like I'm the only one who is content with the status quo and doesn't want to make progress."

"The things sold by Chaohuang Embroidery Shop in recent years are basically the same as before."

"Many old customers either stopped coming, or came to see what was new, chatted for a few words, and then left."

She sighed: "The embroidery shop is still in full bloom now. All year round, just based on the reputation of the imperial congratulations, it can still sell a lot of things, and the profit is higher than before."

"But I always feel that this business is not as lively as before."

Jiang Anning said 'uh': "Sister Song, it's a good thing to be prepared for danger in times of peace, but there's really no need to think too much about it and make yourself anxious and uncomfortable."

"You're right!" Song Yao reflected on himself: "Before, I heard you say that you wanted to make new embroidery and new clothes... I wasn't very optimistic about it."

"Now, I suddenly feel, An Ning, you are right!"

She held Jiang Anning's hand excitedly: "I support you!"

"Innovation!"

"Get new products!"

Jiang Anning looked at the man who seemed to have been suddenly given a chicken blood injection. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, unable to understand.

"Sister Song..."

She gently advised: "Calm down, we have something to discuss."

"I can't calm down anymore!"

Liangpi sellers are all developing new products, but her Chaohuang Embroidery Shop is still selling the same old patterns for decades.

No wonder there are fewer and fewer people visiting every year.

Just by looking at it, even Wei Qiuyue could step on her!

No, Wei Qiuyue may have already surpassed her by a lot...

Not long ago, Qiuyue Embroidery Workshop received an order to be sold overseas.

I heard that the boss is a big shipping dealer in southern Fujian.

When he arrived at the old Liu family's embroidery shop, Song Yao suddenly became dignified again, as if she was not the passionate and crazy woman with a burning middle-aged soul just now.

Jiang Anning:...

Human emotions come and go quickly.

As soon as they entered the door, they were greeted warmly.

"Please come in, please, two guests. Let's see what you want to order?"

Although Lao Liutou is enthusiastically called Lao Liu by his neighbors, in fact, he is not very old.

It's just that he looks a little anxious.

He is in his early thirties and looks like he is past his octogenarian years.

Seeing Jiang Anning pick up the embroidery thread displayed outside the cabinet, he quickly started to brag and sell it: "Young lady, you have good taste. This is a rare product from Huzhou. The best Hu silk. Ordinary people just want it." You can’t even get this product.”

He lowered his voice a bit and sounded mysterious: "This is specially supplied to the palace and those dignitaries!"

"I have a special relationship. I just got such a small amount. It's not a lot. If you like it, little lady, don't miss it."

Just as Song Yao was about to say something, he heard a sarcastic voice ringing in his ears.

"Blow it, just return it to Husi..."

The woman took the embroidery thread from Jiang Anning's hand very offended, looked at it critically, and then threw it away like trash: "How dare you touch the edge of Hu silk with any rags!"

"I think you don't know what Husi is at all, do you?"

"I'm sorry to brag here..."

The woman's eyes swept across Jiang Anning's face, her pupils narrowed, and then she became even more furious, trying her best to belittle the person.

"I guess you can only fool around with those country bumpkins who have never seen the world."

"But yes, in a shabby place like yours, probably only those cats and dogs who can't stand up will set foot in it."

Jiang Anning had no consciousness of being scolded. She blinked innocently, her face full of innocence and simplicity: "Excuse me, are you taking off now?"

The woman was stunned by the question.

She didn't know why, she was confused, and looked at Jiang Anning as if she were a fool: "What nonsense are you talking about..."

"Then you just admit that you are the cat and dog you say you are."

Jiang Anning's smile was as bright as a flower, and her tone was gentle and slow, with no hint of deliberate sarcasm.

"When did I admit that I am a cat and a dog? Are you mentally ill?"

The woman's eyes widened with anger.

Jiang Anning frowned, as if confused: "Didn't you just say that the only people who would step into such a shabby place are cats and dogs who are not good enough?"

She pointed at the woman's feet: "Isn't the place you are stepping on now the same shabby place that you said only cats and dogs would step on?"

"Then by standing here, doesn't it prove that you are the dishonest cat and dog you just said?"

The woman hurriedly stepped back, her heels hitting the threshold, and she almost tripped and fell backwards.

"You, you use such strong words!"

The woman's face turned red, she pointed angrily at Jiang Anning, and raised her hand to hit him.

Jiang Anning stamped her feet, crossed her arms, and raised her chin slightly: "You really want to make people laugh!"

"Girl, look... the bricks on the floor are cracked."

The little maid following the woman pointed at Jiang Anning's feet with a look of fear on her face.

"Shut up!"

The woman became angry and scolded the maid, turned around and slapped the maid in the face with her raised hand.

"I want you to have a longer tongue!"

It's not like she's blind, so she can't see.

The little maid had tears in her eyes and covered her face, not daring to say anything anymore.

The woman took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. She pretended that nothing happened and tried her best to smile: "I'm just being kind. I'm worried that someone will pass it off as a good product and deceive laymen who don't understand and be deceived."

"Since there are people who don't know what's good and what's good, and treat good intentions like a donkey's heart and lungs, then she deserves to be deceived. Just don't cry when the time comes."

The woman forcibly saved her respect, made some amends for herself, and turned to leave.

"Since this lady insists that what she sells is not Hu silk, do you dare to take a bet with me?"

Jiang Anning looked at the master and servant with a smile in their eyes, who clearly looked like they had fled.

The woman took a step forward, hesitated for a moment, and then quickly turned back: "What are you betting on?"

"Just bet on whether this is Hu Si or not."

Jiang Anning smiled: "The loser will be responsible for paying for today, how about that?"

"What did I think..." The woman laughed disdainfully: "It turns out that a dead duck has a tough mouth and won't shed tears until he sees the coffin!"

"This embroidery thread cannot be Hu silk!"

She stroked her sleeves: "Since you want to bet, I will accompany you to the end!"

The woman straightened her body and looked very strong.

But his eyes fell on where Jiang Anning had stamped his feet just now, and he swallowed with fear.

"But you have to declare it in advance. The loser is not allowed to get angry... at least, at least you can't take action!"

She put some distance between herself and the person: "You, I won't bet with you until you promise."

"It's natural."

Jiang Anning had an easy-going smile, while Song Yao was worried at the side and gently tugged on his sleeve: "An Ning, don't be impulsive..."

Although the woman's words were a bit harsh, they were not unreasonable.

How could such a small place sell Hu silk?
The output of Husi silk is extremely low. Even if she wanted to buy some goods, she would have to wait in line for a year and a half.

"Yes, little lady, don't be impulsive."

Old Liu Tou, who was bragging about his strength just now, is also weak in the legs.

How does he know Hu Si?

These embroidery threads were just collected from several farmers for cheap...

He has never seen what Hu Si looks like.