As soon as Yan Simin left with her packed things, Sissi dragged her grandmother into the door.

"Oh, I want a stupid pig dish!"

As soon as she entered the door, Sissi spoke in a milky voice, her grandmother was still wearing an apron, obviously she was temporarily pulled over, at this time she smiled bitterly at Xia Wenjing and them, "This little ancestor just heard that the old man who sold baked cakes said that he sold pig-killing vegetables here today, and he ate it once last time, so he had to pull me to take her to buy it today." ”

Xia Wenjing smiled, "Aren't all children like this, if she is not greedy, can she still be so sticky to you?"

The aunt who sells spicy tang smiled and touched Sissi's little head, "I hope she doesn't stick to me so much, I'm so busy every day, and I have to serve her ......"

Although she said so, she turned her face and said to Da Han: "Young man, give my granddaughter a piece of that pig-killing dish!"

"Okay, wait a minute!"

Seeing such a cute little girl as Sissi, Dahan's face softened, and she packed her with a smile, and Sissi's big bright eyes stared at his movements from beginning to end, as if she was afraid that there would be something missing from the pig-killing dishes he packed for her.

……

After Sissi, nearby shopkeepers, vendors, and residents came over one after another to pack up.

Someone came to pack the pig-killing dishes and go back to try them, which was aroused by the curiosity of the light box advertisement at the door of the store in the past two days.

There are also people who come to pack crayfish, and when they see the claypot stove at the door, and the pig-killing dishes that are mouth-watering to look at, they temporarily want to order a package.

These are scattered customers.

It was almost five o'clock when the store finally started to serve customers, the kind of customers who ate in the store.

The first to come was a couple with a little boy, both in their early thirties, and the little boy looked like he was six or seven years old.

After entering the store, the woman spoke first: "Let's have a crayfish first! Then a big bottle of orange juice, well, the fish bites the sheep and a serving! Another shiitake mushroom and green vegetables." ”

After a pause, she said, "Let's have another taro balls and custard buns!" ”

"What do you want to eat?"

Finally, she turned to the man and asked.

The man looked at the menu on the wall, and when he was about to order, he suddenly sniffed his nose, and when he turned around and saw the pig-killing dish behind the glass door, his eyes lit up at that time, and he walked over with his hands behind his back with interest and asked, "Hey, fat man, what is this? How much is it? Is it delicious?"

Da Han glanced at him indifferently, and replied expressionlessly: "I can't forget to kill pigs, a portion of 25, do you want it?"

Why indifference?

Because this guy called him "Fatty".

Dahan, like many fat people, doesn't like others to call themselves fat, just like people without hair on their heads don't like others to call themselves bald, and men with very white skin don't like others to call themselves little white, and many people have similar pain points.

The man looked at Da Han a little strangely, probably thinking that there was something wrong with this fat man's service attitude.

However, he didn't care, and immediately nodded and said, "Okay, then have one!"

As soon as the words fell, his arm was touched by the woman who came over, "I don't eat fatty meat, and this large intestine looks disgusting to death, and it's so expensive, let's change it to a different dish!"

The man glanced at her, "But I love to eat!"

The woman glared at him.

The man ignored her and raised his chin to Da Han, "Fatty, hurry up!

Then, ignoring the woman's eyes, he walked straight to an empty table in front of him.

Da Han's face was expressionless, but he still heated a pig-killing dish, and burned it until the casserole was bubbling, and then served it to the table.

"You eat such a disgusting thing, don't touch me at night!"

The woman looked at the things in the clay pot with disgust, her eyes moved to the side, the man smiled, picked up the chopsticks and put them on the table, sniffed the hot aroma, smacked her lips and said, "It's better if you don't eat it, this pot will be mine!"

As he spoke, he put a piece of fat intestine into his mouth, and ate it beautifully, his lips trembled brightly, but his eyes narrowed intoxicated, and his expression was called a beauty.

"Daddy, is it delicious?"

The little boy blinked curiously and asked quietly.

"Want to eat?"

The man squinted at his son.

The little boy looked at his mother carefully, nodded quietly, the man smiled, took a piece of fat intestine and gently put it in his bowl, the little boy's little face immediately turned slightly red, obviously a little excited.

The man was eating meat and fat sausages there, while drinking cold beer, and the little boy quietly ate the fat sausage into his mouth, and at first he was cautious and tested the poison, and when he tasted the taste, the speed of the small mouth chewing chased after the father next to him, and then he directly stretched out the chopsticks into it and then clamped it.

The man smiled and touched his son's little head, and nodded slightly while drinking, as if to say: "Sure enough, it is a seed under Lao Tzu, and the things you like to eat are the same as Lao Tzu."

When the woman looked away, she was looking at the menu on the wall, but when she withdrew her gaze to look at her son, she saw that both his son and her husband had eaten with oil in their mouths.

"Ah, Dongdong, how can you eat this? This thing is dirty!"

The woman reached out and snatched the little boy's chopsticks.

The little boy jumped to his feet in a hurry, "It's almost finished by Daddy!

……

The war between women and children had just begun, and the door of the store was pushed open again, and several young people under the age of twenty, both men and women, dressed in strange clothes, all had non-mainstream hairstyles.

A boy with his hair rushing to the sky, shouted when he entered the door: "Two crayfish, one case of beer first!"

A boy with bangs covering his right eye and one eye looking at people, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the little boy over there grabbing chopsticks with the woman, arguing about what to eat to kill pigs.

"Pig killing vegetables?"

Glancing at the small clay pot on the table, and seeing the rich side dishes inside, he subconsciously looked back at the six words on the light box outside the door - I can't forget the pig-killing dish.

"How do you sell pig-killing vegetables?"

He asked the little Meng who came up.

"Hello, we will launch the pig killing dish on the first day today, and the price is tentatively set at 25!"

"25?

A girl in the team with five or six stud earrings was surprised.

The boy with long bangs waved his hand, "Isn't it just 25? I'll pay for it! Give us a copy!"

When a table of dishes comes up, some people stretch out their chopsticks to eat the pig-killing dishes, and some people don't touch them at all, and their eyes are full of disgust.

……

Sold it overnight, and when the account was handed over in the evening, Xia Wenjing said to Zhou An, "Xiao An, what do you say about this pig-killing dish...... I like people very much, but there are also some people who don't even try the taste, and some customers, no matter how much the waiter recommends them to them, are not interested at all, and so on...... Is this dish really good? Can it really sustain business this winter?"

Xia Wenjing looked worried.

Zhou An also frowned a little, "Let's sell it for a few more days!"

For the time being, he could only decide so.

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