Don't be too sweet

Chapter 839 Pretending Not to See ([-])
Chapter 839 Pretending Not to See ([-])

After breakfast, the next step is to inquire about news in the county.

The appearance of He Shanshan and Yang Jiu went out, still very obvious.

She is annoyed.

Can she just pretend to be another one to inquire about news?
"Sit in the lobby," Yang Jiu left this sentence and took the lead to go out.

He Shanshan picked up the tray, and there were empty bowls and chopsticks inside the tray.

In the hotel lobby——

The waiter in the shop took over the tray and bowls and chopsticks, his eyes flickered, he opened his mouth several times, but didn't say anything, and looked at He Shanshan expectantly.

Three black lines slid down He Shanshan's forehead.

Thinking that she couldn't see that the waiter in the shop wanted her to take the initiative to ask?
She remembered that when she was in the country, she had something to say directly, even though some harsh words would make her feel blocked, but she could still accept it.

She also remembered that the people in the county town and the prefecture city paid attention to who spoke first and who spoke with confidence.

The shop clerk made this look on purpose. Although she didn't communicate with people in the county town very much, she understood it.

She simply turned her face away, pretending that she didn't see the waiter's hesitant to speak.

The waiter was only short of having the word "depressed" on his forehead, but even so, he still couldn't attract He Shanshan to speak.

The waiter had no choice but to ask first.

"Excuse me, young lady, what did you cook in the kitchen this morning? Can you teach the chef in the shop?" the waiter asked sincerely.

He Shanshan shook her head: "Someone saw what you did at the time, so you don't need to teach it?"

"..." The waiter blushed and asked, "What is that oil you poured into the dough? It shouldn't be lard, right? It tastes different."

No matter how delicious the lard was, it still had a strong smell, but it was completely different from what He Shanshan was holding.

"This, this is a secret recipe, very expensive," He Shanshan shook her head.

"Can you tell me? Our shopkeeper wants to buy it," the waiter tried to open his eyes, trying to look more sincere.

He Shanshan noticed the expression of the shopkeeper behind the counter in the lobby.

At this time, the shopkeeper was pricking up his ears. Although he didn't look at this side, he listened intently to the sound. He was holding a rag in his hand, but forgot to move it.

"This oil doesn't have a strong smell, and it seems to be better than lard at present, but this oil is expensive, and it costs fifty yuan a catty," He Shanshan shook her head.

"The key is where to buy it?" the waiter in the shop asked.

"I bought it in a temple," He Shanshan turned around and had a new idea.

"Huh?" The waiter's eyes widened in shock, in disbelief: "Monks eat oil? Aren't they monks?!"

"This is vegetable oil, which is extracted from the food monks usually eat. Why can't they eat it?" He Shanshan asked back.

The waiter was even more surprised, his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

At this time, someone in the lobby interrupted.

"I've heard, it seems, the news came from the temple in the next town. It is said that the monks in the temple eat a kind of oil squeezed from beans."

"Soybeans can really extract oil? It's not a lie, is it?"

"Monks don't lie, do you know that?"

Gradually, everyone's discussion direction has deviated.

The whole lobby is hating on this vegetable oil thing.

"You also bought it at the temple in the next town?"

"Yes, the monks in the temple said that they bought fifty cents a catty, and they also gave me a small bag for fifty cents a catty," He Shanshan nodded.

"Thank you," the shop clerk got the promise and turned to leave.

He Shanshan stuck out her tongue, turned around, looked at Yang Jiu, and subconsciously looked away.

(End of this chapter)