The little cannon fodder kept releasing melons, and people lined up to eat melons

The three people who had taken a long time to get out of the gate of the Marquis' Mansion were now standing in front of a steamed bun stall with the words "century-old brand" written on it.

Originally, the old lady and Mrs. Jiang didn't want these three people to go out again, mainly because they were too active. Every time they went out, they either got into trouble or something happened. Mrs. Jiang said that she didn't want to have any more white hair on her head, and the old lady even said that she wanted to live a few more years.

Fortunately, after Song Qianning's persuasive talk and the three people's shameless and coquettish behavior, they actually put the blame on Song Qianyu. The old lady, who couldn't stand the buzzing in her ears, told the three of them to get out.

The old lady's original intention was to let them go back to their respective courtyards, but they took it as a justification to mean that they should get out of the mansion, so the three of them happily slipped out through the side door.

Song Qianning had been looking at several stalls for a long time, including noodle stalls, pastry stalls, tea stalls and steamed bun stalls, but she didn't buy anything. She just stood in front of the stalls and stared at them. Along the way, she received a lot of contempt and sarcastic comments.

Now, several people have been standing in front of the bun stall for a quarter of an hour.

Song Chengyi saw that his third sister had been staring at the owner of the bun stall for a long time. At first he thought that his third sister was hungry, but she still stared at him.

"Third sister, why are we standing here? We are not buying anything..."

Song Qianxue actually wanted to say that she couldn't stand the boss's eye roll any more. At first, when the six of them stood in front of the bun stall, the boss smiled so kindly and enthusiastically, waiting for people to come and buy buns. But after a quarter of an hour, the six people still stood there and didn't buy anything. The boss's face visibly fell, and in the end he kept rolling his eyes...

Song Chengyi couldn't bear it any longer and suggested: "Third sister! Why don't we buy some buns?"

Song Qianning shook her head and walked away. She came to the steamed bun stall ten meters away and repeated the previous operation. She just stood there and watched...

Unlike the previous stall owner, this stall owner was a little younger and immature, looking no more than eighteen years old. He was busy with his own business for a quarter of an hour. He didn't shout to passers-by, nor did he show fawning to people who came to buy buns. He was not angry at Song Qianning and the others staring at him, he just focused on doing his own thing.

The more Song Qianning looked at him, the more satisfied she was. He was neatly dressed, had fair skin, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a round face with dimples at the corners of his mouth, which showed his pure childishness and cuteness when he smiled.

[Oh my god! Isn’t this the legendary little puppy! Tsk tsk! This figure, this temperament, this soft and tender appearance, absolutely amazing...]

Song Chengyi and Song Qianxue looked at each other. Little puppy? ? Is the third sister a fan of this? ? What about that Han Xun? ?

Song Qianning took two steps, and several people thought she was going to the next store, but in front of everyone's shocked eyes, Song Qianning walked straight to the boss's stall.

"Boss! Can we talk?"

The bun seller saw that they were girls dressed as men, and he knew that she had been standing in front of his stall for a while. From their attire, it could be seen that these people were either rich or noble, and it was not that they had no money to buy buns. He just didn't know why they kept lingering in front of his stall.

But he was not a nosy person, so he just let them watch. However, he did not expect that the girl would come to him directly, not to buy buns, but to say that she wanted to talk to him.

"Girl, if you want to buy buns, then wait for half an incense stick of time and the buns will be ready. If you want to talk to me about something, I don't have anything valuable on me except making buns, so don't waste your time!"

"You haven't even talked to me yet, so how can you think you don't have anything valuable?"

"But I still have to sell buns..."

What I mean is that I am very busy and have to sell buns to make a living, unlike you who have a lot of free time...

Song Qianning smiled even more happily, and she said: "How much money can you make from selling buns in a day? Is this enough?? I will buy your time today, so you have time to talk to me?"

Song Qianning handed a silver ingot to the boss, and before the boss of the bun stall could speak, he continued, "Don't worry, I just want to discuss a deal with you. It's up to you to decide whether it succeeds or not. As for this money, it's my reward for taking up your time. After all, fair trade is the basis for long-term cooperation."

The owner of the bun stall took the silver and made a gesture of invitation. Song Qianning walked to the long bench beside her and sat down.

Song Chengyi was confused by the action of the third sister. What was the third sister going to do? ? The confused people could only follow and walk to Song Qianning's side. The bench was only big enough for Song Qianxue to sit down, so Song Chengyi had no choice but to stand like this.

"I wonder what the girl wants to talk to me about?"

"Boss, what's your name? How old are you? How many people are there in your family? Do you have any children?"

Song Qianning asked casually, and the eyes of the people around him widened in shock. Is he interested in her?

"My surname is Qi, my given name is Chen, and I just turned seventeen this year. My adoptive father died of illness five years ago, and my adoptive mother became ill due to missing me and passed away three years ago. Now I am all alone. This bun stand was left by my adoptive mother."

Song Qianxue was filled with sympathy and felt that Qi Chen was very pitiful. Song Chengyi thought that his father and mother would definitely not agree with this family background...

"You just meet my requirements. I won't beat around the bush. How much money can you make from your bun stall in a month?"

"To be honest, I can earn one or two taels of silver every month at the best time, but most of the time..."

The meaning was self-evident. Song Qianning expressed her understanding. She just picked up a bun and took a bite. The taste was average, but the bun had beautiful patterns. Yes, Song Qianning was attracted by the shape of the bun, with small animals and carvings on it, which made it look lifelike.

However, for ordinary people, they buy buns for the preserved fruits and the taste, and most of them don’t care about the shape of the buns.

But Song Qianning cares! He can make buns of different shapes, has the appearance of a little puppy, and has no family ties. It's just too perfect.

"From today on, you don't have to set up a stall here. Come with me and I will give you ten taels of silver a month."

"Miss, although you offer a high reward, I still want to make it clear that Qi will not sell himself..."

Qi Chen hesitated for a long time and decided that it would be better to make things clear. Although he was very satisfied with the conditions offered by the other party, he still couldn't get over it in his heart.

"What are you thinking? Don't worry! I don't want you to sell your body or do anything that is against the will of heaven and earth. Your daily job is just to make buns. If you are worried, we can sign a document."

"Did the girl really just ask me to make buns?? But the buns I made..."

Qi Chen was a little embarrassed. Facing his honesty, Song Qianning expressed her satisfaction. Yes, such an honest and principled little puppy is the best.

"I know the buns you make taste average. Since I chose you, I won't consider the taste. Just tell me if you are willing to do it. I will only give you one day to think about it. If you are willing, come to Fulai Inn to find me tomorrow."

"Don't think about it, I can promise you now!"

Qi Chen knew that this was the best opportunity, so he stopped being pretentious and directly told Song Qianning his decision.

Song Qianning smiled and nodded and said, "I'll wait for you at Fulai Inn at noon tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and left. Although Song Chengyi and the others didn't understand Song Qianning's intention, they didn't say a word and quickly caught up with her.

Qi Chen looked at the backs of the people leaving. If it weren't for the silver ingot in his hand, he wouldn't have believed that he would encounter such a good thing.