Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

"Hot hot hot — Mrs. Qin, come here and serve it."

Mrs. Qin straightened up and hammered her sore back, dissatisfied: "Can't even serve a meal? How expensive is it?"

Wei Ziqing brought a steaming steamer and put it on the table, and Mrs. Qin followed him with a bamboo basket of hot buns.

"You still do this?"

He vaguely saw a white ball in his vision, which was soft when he squeezed it, and what he could smell was the fragrance.

This fragrance was something Mrs. Qin had never smelled in her 50 or [-] years of life, and it almost refreshed his understanding of steamed stuffed buns.

Wei Ziqing picked up a bun and looked at it carefully: "The face is hard, but it's still not soft enough."

Qin Pozi couldn't bear it long ago: "I'll taste it first."

After taking one bite, Mrs. Qin didn't speak again, and only after eating three of them was she able to change her breath.

"How are these buns made? What kind of filling?"

"...I ate three and didn't get any stuffing?"

Mrs. Qin was not embarrassed at all, and picked up another one: "Don't tell me, let me guess again."

After finishing speaking, he took a bite of half of it, chewed it contentedly, saw that the hunger could finally cover his stomach, and started to taste it.

Wei Ziqing saw how delicious Mrs. Qin's food was, after all, it was something he had been busy with all morning, and his heart had long been aroused by the smell in his memory.

He had memorized the recipe for this big steamed stuffed bun, but he and Axiu worked it out together in practice. They both felt that the taste was no worse than the ones sold outside. Occasionally, when they had time, they would make some by themselves.

Therefore, Wei Ziqing is no stranger to the method of making big buns.

After taking a bite, the meatball was torn in half, and the juice flowed into the mouth along the big opening of the bun. The hot juice swirled around in the mouth before it couldn't wait to flow into the stomach.

Immediately, the inside and outside of the body warmed up, and the lips and teeth were fragrant while chewing, which made people want to stop.

Because the meat in the kitchen was left over from the Chinese New Year, not many fillings could be prepared, so there were only two pots of buns produced, about twenty or so.

Mrs. Qin alone ate five of them by herself, and Wei Ziqing was so frightened that she hurried to stop them.

"Are you going to hold yourself to death?"

Mrs. Qin spat on the ground: "Bad luck, bad luck, year is short, so don't say that bad word. Your buns are too small, and they are still soft. You don't even see them in your stomach. You are too stingy. "

Wei Ziqing sarcastically said, "It's not time for you to stop me from touching my flesh."

The two were quarreling daily, Xiao Ye Zi came back with firewood, and he could smell the fragrance as soon as he entered the door.

He looked outside the door: "Is there a seller of steamed buns passing by? It's so delicious, why don't you buy some steamed stuffed buns?"

The other two in the yard not only didn't respond to his words, they even laughed.

Xiao Yezi scratched her head: "If you don't buy it, don't buy it, why are you laughing at me?"

It was Mrs. Qin who watched it, and lifted the cloth on the table: "Eat, eat, if you come back later, you won't have it."

Xiao Yezi's eyes lit up when he saw the steamed stuffed bun on the table. He had been working for a long time, and his stomach was already rumbling. At this moment, he smelled the smell and was already hungry. He thought he couldn't eat it. However, I took one and took a bite first.

Xiao Yezi has never eaten Wei Ziqing's steamed stuffed buns before. When Axiu and he made steamed buns, they made cakes every day and tasted sweets. They got tired of eating sweets, and they had lard flour in their hands. Money was also tight at that time , When you want to change the taste, squeeze the big buns.

Later, when Xiao Ye Zi came, they were busy with business, and bought food when they wanted to eat, and they hardly cooked these troublesome food by themselves.

Sure enough, Xiao Ye Zi couldn't stop eating, and after eating seven or eight, she stopped embarrassedly when she saw the young master was staring at him and smiling.

"Have you all eaten?"

Xiao Ye Zi followed Wei Ziqing's eyes and looked at the table. There were only five or six left in the basket, and she suddenly became embarrassed. She also felt that she was asking this as an afterthought, and she felt guilty. Such delicious food should be given to the young master. The only way to keep it is to keep it. Why did I just follow a demon and couldn't stop eating it?

Wei Ziqing looked at Xiao Ye Zi with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

This is the first time the young master smiled at him so softly after arriving here, Xiao Ye Zi's heart warmed up: "It's delicious, where did you buy it, and I will buy it a few more times in the future."

Mrs. Qin clutched her stomach, looking at the steamed buns on the table regrettably, why couldn't she eat any more?

Hearing Xiao Yezi's silly words, he couldn't help laughing: "Brother Qing made this, if I hadn't heard the kitchen clang and thought about it all morning, I wouldn't have believed it!"

Xiao Yezi knew that Young Master could cook, after all, it was the New Year's Eve dinner that night that captured him, but this time the steamed stuffed bun refreshed his understanding of Young Master's cooking skills.

Wei Ziqing also had a bottom line in his heart, and finally said the sentence he had prepared for so long: "If you sell this, do you think it is feasible?"

Mrs. Qin just thought about it for a moment, and then she smiled happily: "Sure, I'm willing to pay for such delicious buns."

Xiao Ye Zi did not speak, he hinted: "There may be..."

Wei Ziqing knew what he was talking about, and said indifferently: "I just do it, you can't sell it yourself."

Although he doubted the authenticity of this wanted person, but thinking about it, even if there was no such incident, he would not really show his face on the street just because of the child in his belly.

Xiao Yezi thought that he would be recognized himself too!

"I am also being sought..."

Although the meaning was vague, Wei Ziqing understood what he meant and knew that he was concerned about Mrs. Qin's presence and didn't want to say the word wanted.

Xiao Ye Zi thought that this would dispel Wei Ziqing's thoughts, but who knew Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway.

Mrs. Qin volunteered and said: "I'll go, I'll go, I'm a good seller."

Wei Ziqing looked at his blind eyes suspiciously, and thought about his unreliable speech, and stabbed a few words habitually: "Don't finish the business, there are stones in your pocket."

Mrs. Qin said with a shy face: "My eyes are not good, but my hands are good. I can tell how much it is. If you don't believe me, I will be tested later. Besides, it is not a problem for me to see the road during the day, and it doesn't affect me at all. .”

In order to encourage Wei Ziqing to sell buns, Mrs. Qin rarely retorted, but began to persuade him normally, and it seemed that she was determined to achieve her goal.

"Such a good bun, it would be a pity not to let everyone eat it."

Wei Ziqing pretended to look at Xiao Yezi in embarrassment: "I think Mrs. Qin said this to my heart, alas, it is for the benefit of the public, so I will forcefully make buns and earn some money by the way."

Little Leaf: "..."

Does his opinion matter?

Wei Ziqing: It's not important.

Not only did she not listen to his opinion, but also used his free labor, Xiao Yezi hated her so much that her teeth itch.

"Why do you want me to learn how to make buns?"

Wei Ziqing blinked his innocent eyes, but in Xiao Yezi's eyes, he looked like a devil.

"Aren't men supposed to do things like face-to-face meetings?"

Little Leaf:? ? ?

"Then what do you do?"

"Me? I'll teach you? Do you want me to cook for a pregnant man who is about to give birth?"

On the side, Mrs. Qin was almost choked to death by her own saliva: "I'm going to give birth in five months? You can hope that the baby in your belly will be better!"

Wei Ziqing crossed his legs, and pointed at Mrs. Qin in a blatant voice: "Go and help, or I won't pay you."

Mrs. Qin was so angry that she said, "Why, I paid for the money, and I was the one who sold the buns, so why don't you pay me?"

Wei Ziqing was taken aback by this, and he said something was wrong!

"Little Yezi, when you go to sell it tomorrow, you go with me, and I'll put on makeup for you, so that others won't be able to see it."

Mrs. Qin didn't understand: "Why? Why did you let him go too?"

Wei Ziqing had a serious face: "Of course I sympathize with our sick and elderly old lady Qin, and let Xiao Yezi help you carry things and do chores like collecting money."

The cash register is the key point——Little Yezi has a black line on one end.

But Mrs. Qin didn't realize what was wrong at all, she squinted her big white eyes for a long time and didn't figure it out, thinking that it would be nice to have someone to help with the burden, so she agreed in a daze.

The next day, before the rooster crowed, the three of them got up early, and even Wei Ziqing got up from the bed with red eyes.

Standing by the kitchen, he sighed and touched his belly: "My poor baby, you have to get up early with me, are you tired, baby?"

"Mum, I'm so tired..."

"Hmm, my dear, I feel so sorry for Eminem. There's nothing I can do. Your Uncle Yezi can't learn how to steam buns, so Eminem has to watch him do it. You have to be considerate of Eminem..."

"Uncle Little Ye Zi is so stupid~"

Wei Ziqing was still talking vigorously to himself, and deliberately lowered his voice when speaking on behalf of the baby, which sounded very funny.

Xiao Yezi loves and hates such a young master, but seeing the black and blue eyes of the young master, her heart softened, and she said helplessly: "I will study hard, hurry up, you can go back to catch up on sleep after finishing it early."

Wei Ziqing suppressed his throat: "Thank you, Uncle Xiao Ye Zi~"

Xiao Yezi looked impatient on her face, but she couldn't help being amused when she turned around.

Wei Ziqing leaned against the door panel, because of the smoke from the fire inside, he had to face outward, and his mouth was never idle.

While teaching how to make buns, he taught the two how to sell buns. When it came to marketing, Wei Ziqing rolled his eyes and went to the yard to get a scrap board.

This is an abandoned door. I don't know how long it has been piled up in the yard. It has been torn apart, and a piece can be easily removed.

He also asked Xiao Yezi to pick out a wooden stick that had been burned for a long time. After it was extinguished, the black part was charcoal, and black characters could be written easily.

"The name of this bun must be resounding, we will call it Beautiful Baozi!"

"Beautiful...it's too vulgar."

Mrs. Qin didn't know a single word, and felt vulgar. Wei Ziqing doubted himself for a moment, but then said firmly: "Trust me, there is a market! I have thought up all the words, eat beautiful buns, and live a beautiful life!"

"...I suddenly don't want to do it."

"I don't really want to sell it either."

Although the two went on strike to protest, Wei Ziqing still insisted on not changing, and asked them to take the sign before leaving.

On the road, Xiao Yezi turned the sign inward calmly, for fear that others would see it and be ashamed.

The old and the young set foot on the country road and walked straight all the way, first passing the endless field ridges.

Xiao Ye Zi couldn't open her mouth, she was carrying her burden behind Mrs. Qin.

Mrs. Qin showed her shame and yelled: "Selling buns, anyone who buys buns—"

Most of the people working in the fields were farmers, and they all looked up to see the commotion, and those who knew Mrs. Qin couldn't help but make fun of it.

"Can you still make buns?"

Qin Pozi replied: "It's not me, it's made by my resident, do you want to eat one?"

"Eat without money."

"I'll eat without money!"

This is all from the same village, and Mrs. Qin didn't bother to be more polite to them: "Dream in broad daylight, and kill you."

There are also those who don't like Mrs. Qin being a moth. Those who farm the land think that everyone in the village should farm the land honestly. Like Mrs. Qin, she never gets married and still does the dirty work of delivering children. She is not a decent person at all.

Seeing him selling steamed buns now, I feel even more disdainful: "We won't buy your steamed stuffed buns, your steamed stuffed buns might smell like dirty blood."

Mrs. Qin was so angry that his white eyes stared at the direction of the voice: "Dirty fart, do you feel dirty when Mr. Lang gives birth? Then you think you are dirty? Don't think that everyone else is like you if you are cheap."

There was a lot of noise on the field ridge, it seemed that the speaker was irritated, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to come over to argue but was stopped, and there were vague words of dissuasion from others.

"What do you care about with him? He is a blind woman who has no family, and his temper has long been perverted."

"It's not a day or two since he's weird. What should I do with him?"

Xiao Yezi's face under the cloak showed unkindness, and she made a gesture to put down the burden, but was stopped by Mrs. Qin.

Signal Xiao Yezi to follow him.

"why?"

After walking far away, Mrs. Qin replied calmly: "I'm used to it. I'm just an outlier in their eyes, and I don't bother to argue with their ignorant people."

It is not safe for him to go anywhere as a widowed old woman, so he simply returned to the village, at most he could endure some white eyes and gossip, he thought that sooner or later these would be tiring, but after all these years, it got worse, and he felt that it would be better for him to get old After being bullied, he dared to point his nose and scold him.

Because of this incident, Mrs. Zheng seemed a little silent, and she seemed to come alive after the morning market in the town.

He yelled loudly, and shuttled through the cracks of the crowd with Little Leaf.

“Newly baked steamed buns—big buns—affordable and delicious!”

There were many people coming and going in the early morning, and most of them came out to eat breakfast, and the people at the stalls next to them couldn't sit down, and stood with their bowls to eat, but no one looked at their buns.

Little Ye Zi was a little anxious, and couldn't help but look around, hoping to find customers who were willing to buy buns.

Finally, someone who was waiting early next to me said, "How much is it?"

"Two words, one big bun filled with pure meat."

The man waved his hand to say no.

The warm-hearted aunt next to them followed them two steps and told them: "The buns in the early market are all sold for one penny, and you can't sell them for two pennies."

Mrs. Qin sighed: "Our steamed buns are really good, and if you sell them for a penny, you will lose money."

It's true, they don't earn a penny from a bun, and when Brother Qing ordered them to make stuffing, the meat seemed to be free, and the vegetables added were pathetic.

When my aunt saw them, the old and the young, she tacitly assumed that they were the grandparents, and when she saw the old man's eyes, she felt even more sympathetic.

"I haven't seen you guys before, is this the first time selling buns?"

Mrs. Qin nodded.

The aunt said with emotion: "It's not easy to do anything. It just so happens that I haven't cooked at home yet, and I'm worrying about what to eat. I'll buy you four buns."

Mrs. Qin was overjoyed immediately, and hurriedly pulled Xiao Yezi's sleeve to let him take out the buns.

"Four, eight coins."

The aunt originally felt that she had done a good deed and was in a good mood, but when she saw the steamed stuffed bun, her face turned pale, she handed over the copper coin, the steamed stuffed bun took it, and threw it into the basket angrily.

On the way back, I still felt aggrieved. Sure enough, poor people must have something to hate.

Other people’s penny buns are big and full of stuffing, one bun and a bowl of porridge can fill you up. Although this bun looks white and tender, it’s not as big as the palm of your hand.

I bought such a few things for eight pennies, so annoying!

When he went back, he put the steamed stuffed bun on the table, and the man said, "Why is this steamed stuffed bun so small?"

He didn't even dare to say that the bun was worth two cents!

He was so angry that he didn't eat the steamed stuffed bun. When he lowered his head to drink a bowl of porridge and raised his eyes, the steamed stuffed bun on the table was gone.

His father still smacked his mouth in disbelief: "Why are these buns so delicious? Oh, where did you buy these big meatballs? Go buy some more."

His son also ate one, clamoring for more while rubbing his bulging stomach.

"Bao, Bao—"

"It's really so delicious? These buns are very expensive, and they cost two cents each."

The man waved his hand proudly: "You haven't eaten yet, buy five more."

At the market, apart from the one just sold, buns have never been sold again.

There were two or three people who came to ask, and after hearing the price, only one of them was willing to look at the buns, but it turned out that the buns were so small that they couldn't afford to buy them.

Mrs. Qin said with a sad face: "I told Brother Qing's steamed buns are too small, he won't listen."

Xiao Yezi argued: "Brother Qing said that it won't be like this when it gets older, and no matter how old it is, we'll have to sell it more expensively, and we won't be able to sell it."

"Hey, what should I do? It's a pity that so many buns can't be sold. It won't taste good if you eat them hot."

At this time, the sun was getting brighter, and the crowd in the market dispersed a little, and the two of them saw that selling buns was hopeless.

Xiao Yezi casually took two out from under the small quilt to keep warm.

"I'm not willing to eat more in the morning, so I can eat now."

"If you eat, you will know how to eat. This is something that sells money."

As he said that, he also felt that he had no confidence, so he took a bite to vent his anger.

The charm of delicious food lies in the fact that no matter how bad the mood is, the moment of eating delicious food can also throw away a little trouble.

The two of them ate these buns for the first time yesterday, and they were excited, thinking that they couldn't sell them anyway, so they ate one after another.

The quilt has a good insulation effect, and it still emits white gas when it is taken out, and the aroma of the steamed stuffed bun is strong and strong, and it diffuses along the air.

"Beautiful buns?"

Passers-by stopped, "This name is unique."

Xiao Ye Zi turned her head and saw that the sign hadn't been hidden properly, and the words were exposed, and the name was read out, which made Xiao Ye Zi feel ashamed.

"I'm laughing, I'm laughing."

The passer-by didn't answer, and stared straight at the bun that Xiao Yezi took a bite out of, unconsciously swallowing his saliva.

"It's so fragrant, give me two."

After receiving the buns, passers-by couldn't wait to stuff one into their mouths, and just stood in front of the stall and ate it, not caring that the oil dripped onto the ground.

I didn't feel it after eating two: "There are three more, these buns are really delicious."

Passers-by tasted delicious food, which attracted many people to watch from afar.

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