Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Ma Qingmei spoke first.

This caused others to nod their heads repeatedly.

Everyone agreed with her idea.

"You're right. We're all from the same village. How can we favor one over the other? Ma Chunxia can make money, and so can we. If Zhang Jinlan doesn't accept it, I'll block her door and won't let her go."

"That's right, why can Ma Chunxia earn thirty cents a day while we can only watch and drool? This is thirty cents. You can't earn that much money even if you do odd jobs in town."

"Do you think Zhang's shop is profitable? If it's not profitable, why does she spend 30 wen every day to buy bamboo tubes from Ma Chunxia's family, and why does Wang Taohua's family also go to cut bamboo every day? Could it be that her family can also make 30 wen every day?"

Everyone gathered together to discuss.

The Jiang Guangyi old couple, who were not far away, looked over here with their lips curled.

They had playful smiles on their faces.

Especially Chen Qiuju, her old face had many wrinkles when she smiled.

Zhang Jinlan, who was busy stringing vegetables in town, had no idea what was happening in the fields.

After getting the meat and vegetables.

The whole family started to get busy.

The sausages and potatoes were sold out within a quarter of an hour.

The late foursome was very upset.

"It's all your fault. You got up so late and made us wait at your door for a full quarter of an hour. Look, they're all sold out. We won't be able to eat sausages and potatoes today. I'll come by myself tomorrow and I definitely won't come with you."

Kong Mingxue looked at Ding Huanfu angrily.

Meng Bujiu was not much better.

There was resentment in his eyes.

I have to go back to school tomorrow.

It would have been fine if he didn’t get to eat it yesterday, but he didn’t get to eat it today either. He will definitely not wait for Ding Huanfu tomorrow.

If he can’t get it, he will have to wait another ten days.

The foursome had their first conflict.

"Okay, okay, Huanfu didn't do it on purpose. Let's just come earlier tomorrow. Who would have thought that the sausages and potatoes would sell out even faster than before? In the final analysis, it's all the fault of this shop. They only make so little, how could it be enough to sell? I think these two things are not profitable, and they are used deliberately to attract people. They only make money from their meat patties and mung bean soup.

Otherwise, why can't we sell all the meat pies and mung bean soup? Brother Meng, Brother Kong, let's go. I heard that a teahouse has opened at the end of the street. The rice cakes there are especially delicious. Paired with this year's new tea, it must taste great. So, I'll treat you to a meal as an apology to Huanfu. "

Deng Siyuan has the best relationship with Ding Huanfu.

In addition, Ding Huanfu was young, so Deng Siyuan always liked to protect him as an older brother.

In fact, his family background ranks last among the four.

The other three were either grandsons of the headmaster or had restaurants and pastry shops at home. Only he could go to school thanks to his uncle.

If you don't drag someone to play.

I'm afraid I'll be kicked out of the group of four.

Deng Siyuan thinks long-term.

Ding Huanfu, who was scolded so much that he dared not speak, had gratitude in his eyes.

"No, you guys go if you want to go. Who wants to drink tea so early in the morning? I want to eat meat pies. It's so hot. If I drink hot tea, I'm afraid I'll get a heat stroke. Anyway, do you want to go with me to eat meat pies or drink tea?"

Kong Mingxue looked at Meng Bujiu.

"I'll go with you."

Meng Bujiu thought the meat pie was delicious too.

Besides, he doesn't like drinking tea.

No matter how delicious the tea in the teahouse is, can it compare to the tea at his grandfather's house?

Meng Bujiu looked down on him.

"Then I'll go eat the meat pie too, Huanfu. This time it's you who caused Brother Kong and Brother Meng to not have grilled sausages and potatoes. You should treat them to the meat pie and mung bean soup as an apology."

Compared to a mere business running a pastry shop at home.

Of course, Deng Siyuan would not become estranged from the headmaster's grandson because of him.

He quickly stood next to the two of them.

The situation became three to one.

The youngest, Ding Huanfu, also became angry.

Everyone pampers him at home, but he gets scolded like this just for getting up late in the morning.

How could he bear it?

So without saying a word, he just turned around and left.

The three of them didn't try to persuade them to stay and went straight to the shop, ordering a meat pie and mung bean soup each.

"Waiter, why does your shop smell so good? It doesn't smell like meat pie to me."

As the three of them were eating meat patties and drinking mung bean soup, an old gourmet who often visited the restaurant wrinkled his nose and asked Jiang Eryong.

"Shopkeeper Yang, you have a really sharp nose. We have a new product today. Would you like to try it? Don't worry, I'll take the credit. If you patronize our shop every day, it will be considered as my treat."

After working as a waiter for many days, Jiang Eryong became more and more knowledgeable about how to behave.

The shopkeeper Yang who is speaking to me runs a rouge shop on Shibu Street.

I eat from my shop almost every day.

And it costs dozens of coins every time.

Definitely a loyal customer.

It just so happens that barbecue and cold noodles are new today, and this is when word of mouth is needed.

If Shopkeeper Yang likes the food and praises it, word will spread from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred, and everyone will know about it.

Everyone knows that Shopkeeper Yang loves to eat, as long as it’s something he praises.

No one will doubt the taste.

"That's great, hurry up and give me some so I can try it."

Yang Wanli stroked his beard and said with a smile.

On the table in front of him, the meat patties on the plate and the mung bean soup in the bamboo tube had been finished.

Yang Wanli's belly was as big as that of a woman in her eighth month of pregnancy.

This little bit is not enough to fill the gaps between my teeth.

Even if Jiang Eryong didn't send any food, he would order two more meat patties and a cup of mung bean soup.

Meng Bujiu and the other two, who were standing by, saw it all.

They said nothing and prepared to see what the new product was.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Jiang Eryong finally came out with a tray.

There were a dozen skewers of meat and vegetables on the plate, which looked like they were grilled and tasted extremely delicious.

There is also a bowl of noodles on the right.

The strange thing is that it’s not noodle soup.

The town also sells the dry noodles eaten in the north, but they are all thick and wide noodles. I have never seen thin dry noodles.

Not only is it thin, there are also shredded cucumber and vegetables on it. It doesn't even look steaming, so could it be cold?

The customers eating in the shop were all attracted by the food on the trays.

Everyone was guessing.

"Shopkeeper Yang, sorry to have kept you waiting. These are our new products, barbecue and cold noodles. Do you think they taste good?"

Jiang Eryong introduced loudly.

The sound was so loud that the customers standing in line outside could hear it.

"New product? Is this a new product?"

"Oh, barbecue? Cold noodles? How come I've never heard of them? The owner of this shop is really talented. He keeps making things that others have never heard of."

"I think cold noodles don't sound delicious. Who would eat cold noodles? They would probably be dried up."

"I want to try that barbecue. Can you smell it? It smells so good, even better than grilled sausages. Will it taste the same as grilled sausages? Just the grilled sausages are making me salivate. No, I have to buy some to try later."

"What are you buying? Ask the waiter to give you some. He can give them to others, so why can't he give them to us?"

The sound of chatting outside the shop reached Jiang Eryong's ears, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.