Early the next morning, Zhen Sheng got up early. The set of processes for making noodles has also become more and more comfortable in the past few days of practice, but this time he has an additional set of steps, not about alkali digging noodles, but using scales. Although it is a little troublesome, but fortunately, it is accurate, and it is really lucky to steam it out these times, otherwise it may be more thrown away. Guarding against the slightest, after listening to Zhang Zhenzhong's words, he was strict with himself, and he was exactly the right penny.

Just as Zhen Sheng woke up and was about to roll out, a light cough sounded from beside him.

"Zhen Sheng, did you get up quite early? It seems that Lao Zhang, I'm not too late, you watch and see what to do. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Zhenzhong picked up a rolling pin and let Zhen Sheng, who was sitting at the table, stand aside. Zhen Sheng watched carefully from the side, Zhang Zhenzhong's dough rolling was different from Zhen Sheng, I saw that Zhang Zhenzhong first divided the awakened noodles into four small pieces, each of which was two facets, rolling from one end to the other. It is very difficult to look at him, and the gluten content is high, and it is quite difficult for this sixty-year-old man to roll this dough very flat. But Zhang Zhenzhong's rolling pin in his hand seems to have spirituality, although it is a little difficult to do it at once, but this side is also smoothed out little by little, this flatness is different from Zhen Sheng's flatness, Zhang Zhenzhong's rolling out is square, even if it is slightly uneven, it can be ignored.

And thinking back to what Zhen Sheng did yesterday, he cut the four sides to show a little square. In looking at Zhang Zhenzhong, it is not folded up and down, but the upper and lower ends are folded to the middle, and after folding, they are folded in half. This time, the long strip folded out by Zhang Zhenzhong only needs to cut off the head and tail, and it has become a shape. Divide the pieces evenly and place them one by one on the ladder. Sweat dripped down Zhang Zhenzhong's old face, but he didn't say anything, as if what he was doing was very important in his eyes. When the last knife was cut, Zhang Zhenzhong also breathed a sigh of relief, and he bent down while sitting straight on the chair.

"Oops, it's killing me. I'm exhausted... Oops... Oops..."

Zhang Zhenzhong stood up tremblingly, and Zhen Sheng hurriedly stepped forward to help him. Zhang Zhenzhong held his waist with his hand and stepped forward.

"Oops, it's useless to be old. Just rolled out this piece of noodles, and the waist will not work. ”

Zhen Sheng hurriedly flattered and moved a chair for Zhang Zhenzhong to sit on.

"Uncle Zhang, I'll roll out the dough, you look at the conductor, if I do something wrong, you say. ”

Zhen Sheng learned from Zhang Zhenzhong just now, it looked easier said than done, and only one of the remaining noodles barely passed the passing line, and Zhang Zhenzhong's violent temper suddenly came up again.

"It's a big fire, it's a big fire. What do you think of Lao Tzu's rolling dough. Stupid to death, stupid to death. ”

As if he couldn't stand it anymore, Zhang Zhenzhong got out of his chair. Pushed open the door and went out for a walk. In fact, he was really happy in his heart, this Zhen Sheng is indeed smart enough, but he did it a little bit after seeing it this time, which is really rare. If the training is good, it will definitely be famous in the future, but alas...

Zhen Sheng put those that were okay and put them on the drawer. There's not much left in this half bag of noodles. He planned to steam these and sell them, so he went to the third uncle's house to pull a few bags of noodles, and by the way, he gave the third uncle a taste of how this new steamed bun tasted. After about ten minutes of waking up, the steamed buns on the drawer gradually rose, but they were already thickened, seeing this, Zhen Sheng patted his head, this time he couldn't forget to buy a white cloth and come back to cover the steamed buns.

…

When the hot steamed buns came out of the pot, I have to say that if the steamed buns that came out this time were not coarse skin, they would definitely be extremely tender, and Zhen Sheng broke one with extremely fine honeycomb. I tasted a chewy bite and was big. I can't help but admire Zhang Zhenzhong more and more.

Then he found a clean cardboard box and spread a bag of steamed bread inside, and there were about 80 steamed buns, two of which were placed in the pot. The rest were loaded on the car, the door of Zhang Zhenzhong's house was locked, and he rode the tricycle through the streets. As he walked along the road, he thought that no one knew what he was doing when he was so wandering!

"Sell steamed buns!"

The thin-skinned Zhen Sheng instantly felt hot, but with the first time, there will be a second time, and some things are inadvertently addictive. Including earning money...

As Zhen Sheng got the call, some people who got up came together to watch. But after all, it is a steamed bun, and few people will buy it. Occasionally, someone asks for one or two, and it's just to cope with the shortcomings of this meal. Soon, there were more pedestrians on Xingfu Road, and the shops on both sides gradually opened. People come and go, and there is a boom, so that this street is still this even in the cold winter.

"Sell steamed buns!"

As more pedestrians saw him, it became more and more difficult for Zhen Sheng, who was riding a tricycle on the road of happiness, so he could only walk by pushing. But even so, he continued to shout. With Zhen Sheng's shouting, the people who came up gradually became more and more, and those who didn't buy it the day before participated in it and shouted.

"String the alleys, steamed buns have a lot of money. I'll have a few. …”

At the beginning of one person, it is a bumper harvest. After a while, this steamed bun was almost completely robbed, if it wasn't for the third uncle to keep a few, I'm afraid it would be gone.

Unknowingly, he had come to Xinglong Grains, and Zhen Sheng walked in directly. I asked the guy if the third uncle was at home, and the guy just nodded. Zhen Sheng asked the guy to carry a bag of noodles and put it on the tricycle to pay the money, and then went to the third uncle's room in the backyard.

knocked on the door, and seeing that no one responded for a long time, Zhen Sheng asked softly.

"Third uncle, are you there, if not, I'll come back another day. ”

Just as Zhen Sheng was about to leave, the door was opened. The voice of the third uncle, Chen Qiucheng, came from behind the door.

"Come in, Zhen Sheng. ”

Zhen Sheng took out the steamed bun in his arms and walked into the house, and Chen Qiucheng was tidying up his clothes at this time. It's just that Chen Qiucheng's face is not very good-looking today, Zhen Sheng walked over and put the steamed buns on the desk.

"Third uncle, this is a newly made steamed bun. You taste it. ”

Chen Qiucheng didn't even look at Zhen Sheng, turned around, put his hands behind his back and said coldly.

"Zhen Sheng, how does the third uncle treat you, why do you scold me and your third aunt?"

Zhen Sheng was silent at first after hearing this, and after a little thought, he knew that this was the third aunt Guo Shuzhen, the villain who sued first!

"Third uncle, do you think I will do this?"

"No, it won't. ”

"Then why did the third uncle come to ask me today? It's because the third aunt sued the wicked first... It's my fault that a junior doesn't respect my elders, but an elder can insult me again and again? ”

After Zhen Sheng finished speaking, he turned his head and walked out of Chen Qiucheng's room.

Chen Qiucheng, who was alone in the room, turned around, sat on a chair and looked at the steamed buns in front of the table, sighing again and again. The third aunt Guo Shuzhen didn't know when she came in, and she was stunned when she saw the steamed buns on the table, and then asked questioningly.

"Chen Qiucheng, is Zhen Sheng here? This steamed bun was also sent by him. ”

Chen Qiucheng nodded, and then Guo Shuzhen walked to Chen Qiucheng's side and helped him squeeze his shoulders.

"Qiucheng, I thought of a good business. Can I try it?"

"What good business can you think of?"

"You don't have to worry about that, you don't need to buy too many things, you don't need to buy anything else, I'll ask if you can do it. ”

"If you want to do it, you can try it. ”

Guo Shuzhen kissed Chen Qiucheng gently, squirmed her waist and walked out...

……

After Zhen Sheng came out of the Xinglong cereal shop, the noodles had already been loaded. When he was pushing the cart and was about to go home, he looked at the crowd of people on the way home talking about something. Zhen Sheng also went up to see what was new.

"Look, isn't this the new boss of the Bun King, how can he let the guy beat people?"

"Yes, that old man is not young and was beaten like this, really, what a sin!"

…

The new boss of the bun king is a young man, about twenty-four or five years old. It seems to be extremely kind, but I don't know why he beat this old man. With all kinds of discussions and speculations, more and more people watched the excitement, but no one was nosy. All have an attitude that it is not about themselves. At this time, the new boss of this steamed bun Wang stood up, rinsed his mouth, and raised his hands.

"Stop... Stop... The fathers and folks of Happy Road... Stop... Listen to me..."

The chaotic crowd gradually stopped talking and looked at the new boss of the bun king. I saw the boss lift his bow tie and say in a deep voice.

"I... Cheng Gang, the new boss of Bun King. Today, I didn't beat people for no reason, this person's name is Zhang Zhenzhong! I believe that many fathers and villagers on the road to happiness know him! Because he also has a nickname called One-Eyed Zhang! Am I right? Villagers?"

"... to the right"

"Very good, that's this scoundrel! He has been eating and drinking in the Steamed Bun King for more than ten years, just because he said that his family has steamed steamed buns for the emperor for three generations! Heh, everyone looks at him like this! I don't think anyone will eat his steamed buns, right?"

"Cheng Gang, you. It's not that Lao Tzu is gullible about your father, how can Lao Tzu be blind! You are not a good thing like your father!"

"Hmph, you're still arguing with strong words! In the past ten years, my father has treated you well, and within a few days after my father left, you began to eat inside and outside and left the Bun King! Now that I'm back, I'll let you see it! The Bun King is not something you can bully! Beat me hard!

"Hmph, why did Lao Tzu tell your father the secret recipe when he was really blind! Who knows who is eating the inside and outside! Who forced me to kick me out back then..."

Cheng Gang had an evil smile on his lips, but Zhang Zhenzhong's answer was sonorous and powerful. In exchange for a beating, it had no effect. It's just that Zhen Sheng, who was in the crowd, couldn't stand! None of the people watching the excitement interjected. Zhen Sheng squeezed forward with all his strength, he had to save him, this old man couldn't stand this beating!

"Let's go... Let's let a... Borrow light, borrow light..."

Zhen Sheng finally walked through the crowded crowd, and at this time, Zhang Zhenzhong curled up his thin body, holding his head and trying his best to make himself less hurt, but four or five strong young men trampled on the demons, making the old man keep sighing.

Zhen Sheng hurriedly ran over and pulled away the few people who were beating Zhang Zhenzhong. It didn't matter if they pulled it, those few people turned the spearhead to Zhen Sheng violently. Cheng Gang frowned slightly, how could he kill a Li ghost halfway? As soon as the strong men were about to make a move, Cheng Gang waved his hand, signaling them not to move lightly. Zhen Sheng opened his arms in front of Zhang Zhenzhong.

"Cheng Gang, Boss Cheng, right? Although I don't know what this old man's grudge is with you, but you beat this old man, can't you kill him?"

"What kind of onion are you, dare to point fingers at our boss?"

One of the brawny men said in a deep voice, breaking his fingers by the way, and the joints of his bones clicked.

Cheng Gang squinted and smiled.

"Big Tiger, don't do it. I'm going to talk to this little brother. ”

"Hmph. You're in luck..."

The strong man named Dahu turned around and walked behind Cheng Gang, who took a few steps forward and stood face to face with Zhen Sheng. His smiling face made people feel extremely disgusted, and he reached out and patted Zhen Sheng's cheek gently.

"Brother, are you on that road? Why do you want to meddle in other people's own affairs? This is not authentic!"

Is Zhen Sheng afraid, in fact, he is also afraid. It's just that his conscience doesn't allow him to retreat, because although the old man behind him doesn't get along much, he is very good to him. As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person when you reach out, Zhen Sheng said to Cheng Gang with a smile.

"Big brother. I'm not on that path, but this old man is too old to beat him to death... It's not good for you, is it?"