Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 188 "The Hermit"

The boy who came out of the tent yelled at Meng Kejun.

Meng Kejun turned his head immediately, but his jaw almost fell to the ground in shock.

This shopkeeper is not the bold and unrestrained hermit expert she thought.

It's just an old man in sixties with gray hair and gray beard, who needs the help of a buddy when he walks.

"Girl, the buddy said that you have business with me, what kind of business are you talking about?"

With the support of the store clerk, the old shopkeeper walked up to Meng Kejun and sat down opposite her.

Seeing the appearance of the shopkeeper, Meng Kejun suddenly became very disappointed in her heart. She thought that if the shopkeeper was the kind of hermit she thought, after listening to her opinion, she would definitely make a bold decision and immediately make a deal with herself. order it.

But looking at the shopkeeper in front of him who was trembling even when he walked out, Meng Kejun felt that it would be difficult for him to negotiate this business with him.

"It's like this, old shopkeeper, you can try this."

Meng Kejun lifted the lid of the bamboo basket, and took out the small dried fish in a bowl.

"I just made this spicy dried fish. Try it. It is the most suitable side dish for you to use before hot dishes. Guests can drink this spicy dried fish. Eat, drink, and wait slowly."

While talking, Meng Kejun took out the chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, and she reached out and handed them to the shopkeeper and the shop assistant.

The store clerk quickly reached out to pick up the chopsticks, took a few mouthfuls of the dried fish in the bowl, and nodded while eating, saying that it tasted good.

But the old shopkeeper didn't even look at the small dried fish in front of him. Instead, he stretched out his hand and took the empty bamboo basket beside him, "Hey! Your basket is quite unique!"

He turned left and right, looked at it carefully, and nodded while looking at it, "Well, the workmanship is good, and the painting is also good."

Seeing that the shopkeeper was interested in bamboo baskets, Meng Kejun quickly put down the chopsticks from his hand, and started selling bamboo baskets with the shopkeeper, "This bamboo basket was made by my father, and the pictures on it were drawn by my sister, and my father made bamboo art." Handwork is one of the best in our place."

"Hey! There is also a bowl of chicken soup drawn here. Look, there are green onions sprinkled on it!"

The old shopkeeper didn't seem to hear Meng Kejun's words at all, but pointed at the painting on the bamboo basket and laughed with the shop assistant behind him.

"Also, look at this yellow one, I guess it must be a pumpkin flower."

The shopkeeper continued talking and laughing with the shop assistant behind him, as if Meng Kejun, who was sitting across from him and wanted to do business with him, did not exist at all.

Seeing the shopkeeper's appearance, the corners of Meng Kejun's mouth twitched. It seemed that the deal could not be negotiated.

At this moment, in the most inconspicuous corner of the restaurant, a few hearty laughter suddenly came.

Meng Kejun looked in the direction of the laughter, because she was blocked by the thin bamboo and was in the corner, she never noticed that there was a table of guests there.

Looking at the old shopkeeper who was still holding a bamboo basket and looking at it non-stop, Meng Kejun felt that if he talked more with him, it would be a waste of his own words.

So she simply picked up a small plate on the table, put the dried fish in the small plate, then got up and walked directly towards the guests at the table.

"Girl, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Meng Kejun brought the dried fish, he went straight to the customers inside, the shop assistant panicked, and immediately ran to Meng Kejun, trying to stop her.

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to sell this small dried fish to you, I'm giving them a free tasting."

Meng Kejun hurriedly explained to the store clerk that whether it is good or not is up to the customer, and if the customer feels good after eating and wants to eat it again next time, then her little dried fish will be fine. I'm not afraid that the shopkeeper of the restaurant will be gone.

The shop assistant looked back at the table of guests behind him, hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head at Meng Kejun again and again, "No, no, you can't disturb this table of guests!"

Meng Kejun turned sideways to take a closer look at the guests at the table. There were only a few ordinary guests sitting on the table, and they didn't see how gorgeous their clothes were. "I'll put this down and leave. I promise not to disturb them." !"

"No! No!" The store clerk still insisted not to let Meng Kejun pass.

"Xiaobei, let her come here! I want to see how delicious the spicy dried fish she mentioned is!"

Suddenly, a vigorous voice came from behind the bamboo forest.

"Yes! Boss!"

Hearing his boss's words, the store clerk immediately brought Meng Kejun, who he was going to drive away, to the table of guests.

The shop assistant took the small plate from Meng Kejun's hand to the middle of the table.

Taking advantage of the time when the waiter brought it up, Meng Kejun quickly introduced, "This is the spicy dried fish that I just made. It's perfect for serving wine. If you don't have much taste in your mouth on weekdays, you can also use it as a snack. .”

"It's so good, so I want to try it!" Sitting opposite Meng Kejun, a man in his thirties picked up the chopsticks in front of him, picked up a small dried fish and put it into his mouth. .

Then he nodded while chewing, and finally gave Meng Kejun a thumbs up, "It tastes really good! It's moderately spicy, and it's very suitable for appetizers."

"Since Brother Guan's golden tongue says this is delicious, then let's keep it! From now on, we will send us ten catties every day on a regular basis."

The one who said this was the man sitting with his back to Mr. Meng Ke. Mr. Meng only saw his generous back and the special ink-colored clothes on his body, and saw nothing else.

"Good! Good! It will be delivered to you on time every day!"

Meng Kejun was pleasantly surprised and astonished to hear such a large amount of ten catties a day. From this point of view, the business of this Cuiwei Building is really good.

"Master, Master!"

Suddenly, the old shopkeeper outside came tremblingly with a basket in his hand.

Seeing him trembling and walking in a hurry, Meng Kejun was worried that he might fall, so he hurriedly stepped forward to give him a hand.

"Master, look at this bamboo basket, it's very special!"

The old shopkeeper handed the bamboo basket in his hand to the man whose back was facing them.

The man took the bamboo basket and took a closer look at the painting on it, "Yeah! The painting is good, Lao Bei, you take her to the kitchen and ask the chef to make her a dish of our Huadiao Drunken Chicken, and ask her to take it back, and follow it. Draw, and take ten baskets to inspect the goods in a few days."

It was only then that Meng Kejun realized that the man who kept talking was the owner of Cuiwei Building, and the old shopkeeper was just from the stands.

The real boss really had an idea, and he even thought of painting their signature dishes on the bamboo baskets, so that when he went out with the bamboo baskets, he was advertising for them no matter where he went.

Selling the dried fish, and selling the bamboo baskets together, Meng Kejun didn't think of it, she had to ask Dong Jingye to practice painting with Xilian when she went back. Cuiwei Building is such a good business, she wants it in the future Bamboo baskets are definitely indispensable.

(End of this chapter)