When the troops came over, Ma Sen and Dr. Zhou sat opposite each other, and both of them held a bowl and ate very deliciously.

On the counter in the back kitchen, there are two large basins of golden lotus root clips from the fried ground, and the aroma is very strong and domineering.

The fat grandfather sitting on the side looked at the two of them pitifully, and wanted to eat another one, but as soon as his hand moved, Dr. Zhou's cold gaze floated over.

The fat grandfather was very unproductive, he retracted his hand, and could only look greedy. At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Grandma Lin probed in: "It turned out to be a lotus root clip, why is it so fragrant?"

Grandma Lin walked in, washed her hands, found the dishes and chopsticks and started eating, and praised as soon as she took a bite: "The little fat man is skilled, it's really amazing!"

Ma Sen hugged the dishes and chopsticks and said: "This is still this raw material, this lotus root is good, otherwise it wouldn't be so fragrant, right?"

"That's right, it's only reassuring to eat the things in Qingshui Village, it's just that the little fat man is not authentic, and he doesn't call us a word when he makes something delicious. ”

"Pull it down, I see you keeping an eye on the back kitchen. ”

"Hahaha, isn't the little fat man's craftsmanship too good?"

The people who came in here all found their places to sit down, and those who didn't find a place were either standing or squatting. Seeing that there were many people, the fat grandfather quickly grabbed two lotus root clips and escaped from the back kitchen.

Although Dr. Zhou was immersed in the delicious taste of this lotus root clip, he still saw the movements of the fat grandfather. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was already thinking about boiling some Chinese medicine for the fat grandfather tomorrow to clear the heat and remove the fire.

This fat grandfather just doesn't remember to eat, and every time he wants to order food, he can't control it, and he has to follow him every time and tell him. The fat grandfather who was carrying the two lotus root clips had a cold vest, and he didn't know that he would be greeted by bitter Chinese medicine soup tomorrow.

Just as so many people were feasting, the lotus root in the pot was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, there were a few soft noises at the door, "Is there a mooncake for sale here?" is it the one in the online store in Qingshui Village?"

Everyone stopped their movements and looked at it, and Ma Sen, who had been holding the bowl, swallowed the last bite of the lotus root clip: "Our mooncakes are only sold online, and they are not usually retailed, so if you want to buy them, you can grab them online." ”

The little fat man was proud, he didn't expect the mooncakes made by my brother to be so good, and some people actually came to the door to ask for them.

As soon as the man heard the moon cakes here, he selectively ignored the second half of the sentence. He walked in and told him about his cousin's situation, and in the end, Mason felt that if he didn't sell him mooncakes, he would be sorry for his cousin's family.

Ma Sen is a person, it's easy to be soft-hearted, and when he heard this man say this, there was a kind of feeling like he would be sorry for this man's cousin's family if he didn't sell this moon cake to others.

"Okay, okay, the traditional mooncakes can be sold to you a little, but the snowy mooncakes are really gone, and I make them freshly every day. “

"Then can't you do it now?" The man immediately hit the snake with the stick, and when he saw everyone's faces, he immediately explained: "My cousin-in-law is from Guangzhou, and her favorite thing to eat is even if this snowy skin mooncake, she is more than nine months pregnant, so she wants to eat a bite of snowy skin mooncake, do you see if you can be accommodating?"

Ma Sen spread his hands, "Even if I make it for you now, if you get it and send it to your cousin, it will be tomorrow, or you will come and get it tomorrow morning, and I will make a little more tomorrow?"

Now Ma Sen really thinks that this Chen Yu is a bad idea, what kind of geographical restrictions, it's only the first day, and someone has come to buy this snowy moon cake.

The man was indomitable, "Master, can you see if you can help me make some at night?" Don't tell you, I have to go to work tomorrow, I still deliberately left work early today, and I drove a long time to find this place, it's not convenient for me to go back and forth, isn't it?"

Masson was defeated by the man's persistence, he waved his hand, touched his bulging belly, and it seemed that he could not eat dinner.

"Okay, seeing that you've said that, I'll make you some now. But I'll take this stuffing from the local area, I'll see that there are pumpkins and purple potatoes, and there is a little leftover lotus paste in the morning, I'll make these three kinds of fillings, are you okay?"

The man nodded like pounded garlic, "No opinion, no opinion, you are the chef, you have the final say." ”

How dare he have an opinion? How dare he ask for help? What if the chef repents and says he won't do it?

Once this was decided, Masson quickly found raw materials such as glutinous rice flour and began to work. At this time, the grandparents who had been silent also washed their dishes and chopsticks and began to help Ma Sen make the stuffing together.

They also know that this man has a hard time, but they still feel sorry for the little fat man. Ma Sen, the little fat man, makes so many moon cakes every day, although Luo Tong gave him a boost, but Ma Sen did not eat alone, and often bought some good ingredients out of his own pocket to make sumptuous dishes for their elders.

This can be regarded as Masson repaying them for helping him usually, if they don't help Masson today, I don't know how busy Masson will be. Now the back kitchen was completely lively, only Dr. Zhou sat on the side, holding his head and watching the busy scene.

The man felt that he was out of place here, and wanted to talk to someone, everyone had something on their hands, and it seemed that only Dr. Zhou, who was sitting on the side, was idle. The man leaned next to Dr. Zhou, and was thinking about how to find a topic, when Dr. Zhou spoke.

"It's already seven o'clock in the evening, and it's late at night when this mooncake is ready, are you still going to drive back?"

Although the grandparents next to them did not speak, they listened all the time.

The man frowned: "I want to rest here for a night, get up early tomorrow and leave, I've been here before, so as soon as the mooncakes from Qingshui Village came out, I knew that it was Chef Ma's craftsmanship." ”

The man didn't forget to pat Masson's ass while talking, and he also knew that it was difficult for him to be a strong man, so he could only say more good things at this time.

Ma Sen, who was kneading the dough, moved his ears, and his mood suddenly improved a lot, and his brother said, my brother's craftsmanship is still quite good!

As soon as this person gained momentum, he immediately moved quickly. Grandpa Sheng and Grandma Sheng watched Ma Sen's movements, and there was a hint of a smile in their eyes. This little fat man is really coaxing, and he bought him with a word.

But they like this honest little fat man, although it is usually a little delicious, but people have this craft, and craftsmen can eat anywhere.

Dr. Zhou sat and talked to the man, and there was a stainless steel basin with lotus root clips in front of him, and the fragrance was drilling into the man's nose for a while.