The Little Lucky Girl

The secretary checked the information and said, "It shouldn't be. If there is a difference, the main system will notify the system over there to record it."

Dean Gu contacted Ming Youyou and asked, "Are the mutton used the sheep raised over there?"

The materials used today were all brought by Miss Zhang, so Ming Youyou ran back to ask her.

Miss Zhang was very friendly to her now, so she naturally told her everything she knew. "This sheep was sent from the grassland. My family has always used that kind of sheep. It tastes better than the local ones."

Experts speculate that perhaps sheep often eat certain plants on the grassland, which is why they have this special taste.

Dean Gu asked his secretary to contact the administration to see if Ming Youyou's system could help scan the species on the grassland.

The reply came quickly: This system is just a low-end version of the mall system and does not have the remote scanning function.

Old Sun and his family were not disappointed with the result. "Good things never come late," they said cheerfully. "When the child grows up, he will have the chance to visit the grassland."

The secretary told Ming Youyou about this matter, wanting her to understand the situation first and set a small goal at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the child gave them a surprise. "You just want some grass for the sheep. When they send more sheep, I'll go get some."

The sheep on the grassland are not used to the grass here, and the people who sell the sheep are afraid that the sheep will not be full and will lose weight, and then they will not be able to sell them at a good price, so they don't mind the trouble and bring their own grass every time.

Although there may not be that kind of grass, what if?

Ming Youyou made an agreement with Miss Zhang that she must tell her if anyone came to deliver sheep to her family again.

I thought that according to the usual practice, I would have to wait two months, but in less than ten days, Miss Zhang came again.

"I went back and made steamed buns for my father. He cried all night. The next day, I sent someone to the grassland to send another 20 sheep over. According to the distance, they should arrive tomorrow."

"My father has become a different person these days," Miss Zhang smiled brightly, "He has even renovated the shop and will reopen it tomorrow. You must come."

Several people nodded repeatedly. How could they miss such a lively event as the opening of a shop, especially a shop selling delicious food.

So the next day, they got up early, ate a little and set off.

The mutton soup restaurant has not changed much, except that the tables and chairs inside have been renovated. The most obvious change is a piece of red silk hung in the place of the original plaque.

Ming Youyou asked, "Your store is going to change its name?"

Miss Zhang smiled and nodded, "You will go with us to unveil the plaque later."

Ming Youyou quickly refused, "That doesn't make sense."

"Others don't know what's going on, but don't we know it?" Miss Zhang insisted, "You are the most qualified person to unveil this plaque."

The two argued for a while and finally chose a compromise. Miss Zhang held Ming Youyou's hand with one hand and pulled off the red silk with her father with the other hand.

The plaque with the words "Laosun's Lamb Soup Bun" stunned the onlookers.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, you hung the wrong sign."

"Which carpenter's shop sent this stuff? It's such a happy day, it's just a nuisance. Come on, let's go find him to seek justice."

Uncle Zhang immediately stopped the angry crowd, thanked everyone with a smile, and then told the story of his master's dream.

He laughed as he spoke, and cried as he laughed, and the more he cried, the more energetic he became.

The guests who often came to drink mutton soup knew about his worry, and they patted his shoulders and comforted him:

"As your store becomes more and more famous, people will remember the Sun family, which will be regarded as the inheritance of your master."

"That's good. You can finally let go of this knot in your heart. Stop crying. Let's try what this steamed bun tastes like."

"Yes, hurry up, I came here early in the morning and didn't even drink a sip of water. I just kept my stomach waiting."

Uncle Zhang wiped his tears and invited everyone into the store with a smile.

Miss Zhang had already made all the arrangements. There was a bowl and a steamed bun on the table at each seat.

When Feng Xu and the others saw everyone picking up the steamed buns, their eyes immediately lit up. They waited to see how many people who didn't know what was going on would take a bite like them.

As a result, they saw that these people only looked at it but did not eat it. They could not help but curiously asked an old man at the same table: "Don't you want to taste it?"

The old man smiled and said, "Since it's called 'mutton soup with steamed buns', you have to wait for the soup to come up before eating it."

A few people were embarrassed. Oh, that’s right, why didn’t they think of it at that time? It turned out that they were the only fool.

No one has ever seen this way of eating steamed buns by breaking them, so it is naturally very novel. After breaking your own buns, you are not satisfied and want to help others break them.

Of course the other party will not agree. Have you washed your hands? Just because you don’t dislike yourself doesn’t mean you don’t dislike others.

"Why haven't you washed them? I got the news from Lao Zhang in advance. These hands are cleaner than my wife's. They still smell good. If you don't believe me, smell it."

"Go away, don't disturb my fun of breaking steamed buns."

The store was bustling with activity for a while, and Uncle Zhang couldn't stop smiling.

Miss Zhang was busy for a while, and when she saw that her father could handle it, she waved to Ming Youyou and said, "I'll take you to see the sheep."

She thought the child wanted to buy a sheep to raise for fun, so she took some silver and planned to buy one for her.

As soon as Ming Youyou saw the sheep, she screamed loudly, and immediately squatted in front of it, talking to it in a friendly manner, and touching it with her hands. She simply liked it very much.

Then she stood up and took away all the grass it was eating.

sheep:......

She ran to the sheep seller and said, "Uncle, do you still have this grass? I want to buy it."

The sheep seller was stunned. He had been selling sheep for so many years, but this was the first time he saw someone wanting to buy grass.

"What do you want it for?" Grass is not rare. It is everywhere outside the county town. You can grab a handful of it. If his sheep were not picky, he would not bother to bring it here.

"I think your grass is delicious, and I want to buy some to feed my chickens." She had already made up her mind: half would be given to the research institute, and the rest would be chopped up and added to chicken feed to see if the eggs laid by her chickens would taste better.

The people of the grassland have deep feelings for their vast grassland. Seeing that Ming Youyou liked their grass, they were very happy. They picked and chose from the remaining grass, selected the neat and strong ones, and gave her a basket.

Miss Zhang was also surprised. She helped her carry the basket to the door with a smile on her face and said, "Wait for me a moment. I'll go and pay for the sheep."

Ming Youyou nodded obediently, watched her leave, and immediately passed some of the grass to the research institute, then grabbed the rest to make them fluffy and look more numerous.