The cook is very busy

Chapter 15
Thank you for the favorite/recommended girl o(^▽^)o
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"Oh mother, her father, how did you find the way!"

Mrs. Zhao walked around to the front, looked at the wheels and muttered, "Stop pushing, girl, let your father take a look!"

Ziqing was holding the scooter beside him, and he was about to speak when he heard Jia Shouwang shout, "Don't move, you'll just nest in the mud, look at me!"

Jia Shouwang held his strength, raised his trouser belt, held the handlebar tightly with both hands, shouted, moved forward, and got out!
Ziqing hurriedly pulled his sleeves to wipe Jia Shouwang's sweat, "Father, you must be tired, hurry up and take a rest."

Jia Shouwang panted heavily, grunted, and walked forward cozily, shaking his shoulders.

Mrs. Zhao slapped him angrily, "The car didn't come out, why go out by yourself!"

Jia Shouwang shrugged his shoulders and muttered in a low voice, if he was 20 years younger, he would be able to lift this scooter with one hand! .

Hearing this, Ziqing squatted on the ground holding back a smile, and pulled out Jia Shouwang's two shoes that were stuck in the mud.

It rained the day before yesterday, and some of the dirt on the road hadn't dried out yet. It looked quite solid, but when the car drove up, it got stuck limply.

Jia Shouwang put on those clay shoes and put his hips on his hips, while Mrs. Zhao muttered to the side, what should I do if I can't go to the village or go to the store?
"Girl, let's move things down and try!"

Jia Shouwang figured it out, and beckoned to Ziqing to help, Zhao Shi also went forward with a dirty face.

The family of three was busy unloading the big pot and wooden basin, but after a long time of fiddling, they still couldn't pull out the cart, so they had to sit on the side of the road to cool off, waiting for someone to come to help.

"Mule? No, your father can still carry it for ten years or so, and it won't be too late to buy it then."

Taking advantage of the idle time, Ziqing talked about buying the mule again, and again, Jia Shouwang refused.

Ziqing was a little helpless, looked at her mother, and asked her to help explain it, but Mrs. Zhao seemed to ignore him, and even cursed, "Your father is a human body, the more he drags, the smoother he is. "

Jia Shouwang knew that his daughter cared about him, so he was very happy. He looked at the scooter that was stuck in the mud, and started nagging nonchalantly.

"Girl, how heavy is this? In the early years, the car pulled by your father was much heavier than this one. At that time, your mother was lazy and fat, so she quit halfway and sat on your father's car, ouch My dear old lady, that amount... oh!!!"

Mrs. Zhao was taking out the oranges she bought at noon from the basket, breaking them open to quench the thirst of the old man and his daughter, when he heard his words, the old man shoved them into his mouth with embarrassment.

Jia Shouwang puffed his cheeks, and ate the oranges fed by his aunt, cheerfully, "Hehehe, mother, it's so sweet."

Mrs. Zhao snorted, scolded a few words for being unruly, and angrily drove Jia Shouwang away, sat in the middle by herself, and handed the broken oranges to her daughter.

Ziqing watched from the side and frowned with a smile, and opened his mouth to eat the orange handed over by his mother.

Jia Shouwang gave up his seat with a smile, and squatted in front of the car to think about it. Zhao Shi also took advantage of the free time to chat with his daughter.

That day, my daughter refused to let her put the five catties of fat into the pot for refining, saying that it was too hot to keep it, and the oil residue the next day was stale and not tasty.

He also said that it would be a shame to boil all the fat out of the pot, and they wouldn't use so much at all.

Although she didn't understand why her daughter didn't let her sell more, she said that she sold a few the first day, and that's the amount she would have in the future.

He also talked about closing the stall after the meal time, so that people would find it strange and think about their pancakes, which is why rare things are expensive.

She and her parents seemed to have a little bit of meaning, so they followed the girl. After all, the pancakes were still figured out by the girl.

But there are only fifty or sixty pancakes a day, and the stalls have to be closed at some point, and the people who come later can't buy them, so they go to other people's stalls.

It's a pity that the money in hand is still pushed out.

Mrs. Zhao thought about it, broke another orange and fed it to her daughter, trying to stop her mouth!
"Girl, why don't you mix more fillings tomorrow and ask your father to bake more pancakes for the stall. Don't you want to buy a mule? You ask your father to sell it for an extra hour or two, and we will come out in a few days."

Ziqing's smile was sweeter than the orange in Mrs. Zhao's hand, so she knew that her parents couldn't bear their temper.

She said vaguely, "Mom, why don't I say anymore, our pancake chart is a new one, if it sells out early, people will get tired of eating it in a few days, we have to make it so that people can't eat it, You can't eat enough if you eat it!"

Mrs. Zhao looked at Ziqing suspiciously, "Where did you find out the way, your mother, I can't figure it out, I only know that those who can't eat pancakes in our family go to other people's house Already!"

Ziqing swallowed the orange in his mouth unhurriedly, and then he wanted to put his hand on her old mother's shoulder, telling her to point and stare, and put it down embarrassingly, who told her that her hands were muddy.

"Mother, think about it, our pancakes are not something that is available in the sky and on the ground, so why do people keep selling you?"

"Hey, how would I know? If I knew, would I still need to waste my words with you little girl!"

"Still, some people see that our pancakes are good and there are a lot of sales, so they have to wonder in their hearts. If they don't buy them today, they will have to buy them tomorrow. If they can't buy them tomorrow, it will be even rarer."

Ziqing's eyes twinkled as he said, "Mother, we used to only do business in the half street nearby, if those who are rare about our pancakes chat with others, maybe we can help to get some business Mile!"

Mrs. Zhao didn't say a word for a long while after listening, the girl's mind was spinning fast, and what she said was strange, she seemed to understand, but she didn't seem to understand.

But there is one thing she can be sure of, that is, the girl wants to make the business bigger!
"Damn, it's fine if you don't come down to give me a hand, and I've splashed some muddy ideas on my foot, I'll knock you up..."

Jia Shouwang was standing on the side of the road cursing a mule cart that had run away.

Mrs. Zhao gave a "tsk" and hurriedly called out, "Old man, my daughter is still here!"

Ziqing was taken aback, he didn't understand, Jia Shouwang walked back angrily, he couldn't stop cursing.

"Hey, girl, another car is coming, stop this car with Dad!"

Jia Shouwang turned around inadvertently, and saw another car coming from the opposite side, he patted Ziqing's hand, and ran to the road to stop it first, "Hey, please, stop the car..."

Ziqing leaned down and took a look, and when she got a clear look, she quickly went to pull her father over.

Her father's old eyesight is dim, maybe he regarded the carriage with carved black nanmu beams as a cart, and the people in the cart are rich and wealthy, how could he stop the cart to help you, an old country man, and don't let it be scratched!

Unexpectedly, the nanmu carriage, together with those behind it, stopped one by one...

(End of this chapter)