Zhang Xuejing looked at the ride information listed in the book and nodded with satisfaction.

"What about catching the train, right?

Then hurry up, I won't delay you, let's see you in Kyoto when you go back!" After speaking, he pushed Ye Chengze and waved his hand at him.

Ye Chengze raised his chin arrogantly, his eyes were not swept away, and he strode forward.

Zhang Xuejing put the notebook in her coat pocket, suddenly remembered something, and shouted loudly to the back of Ye Chengze, who had already walked away:

"Cold noodles, cold noodles, you met my parents, but don't tell them that you saw me at the Harbin train station, remember!"

Ye Chengze has always been cold, can he do this kind of gossip thing?

Frowning, he strode forward, not turning back to deal with the man's wife.

After Zhang Xuejing finished ordering, she was stupidly happy, now it's okay, I can't get lost.

Hurriedly walked according to the place written in the notebook, and took the No. 6 bus to the bus station first.

......

Sister Lin's snack bar was just about to close the stall at this time, and Tan Yingdong and Tan Yingjie, who were going to spend money to buy pickle recipes, came again.

"Mom, Mom......"

Erya looked at the comers, ran to the store, and shouted to Sister Lin, who was counting the gross tickets: "Mom, those two people are here again, and they want to buy pickles and recipes!"

"What?" Sister Lin just stood up, still holding a handful of old and new gross tickets in her hand, and the two brothers came to her.

"Hello!" Tan Yingdong looked at Sister Lin with a smile and stretched out his hand, "Hello, I'm here to talk to you about buying pickles." ”

Sister Lin was embarrassed to shake hands with a man, and pretended to brush the broken hair around her ears, her heart was pounding, and she looked at the future from head to toe with her wrong eyes.

Suits and leather shoes, all in style, these two people are very rich, right?!

Seeing that Sister Lin didn't mean to shake hands with her, Tan Yingdong withdrew her hand awkwardly and asked, "Ms. Lin, can I sit down?"

"Sit, please sit!" Sister Lin hurriedly pulled out the stool and invited the brothers to sit down.

"My surname is Tan, my name is Tan Yingdong, this is my younger brother, my name is Tan Yingjie!

Last time, I ate millet porridge with pickles with my brother at your restaurant.

I'll tell you the truth, we haven't tasted this pickle in years. It was very similar to what my mother did, and it reminded me of a lot of memories from my childhood.

When we returned to our hometown this time, we wanted to open a Chinese restaurant, and we were going to add the dish of millet porridge with pickles to the recipe.

So, if you can agree to sell us the pickle recipe and what the price, we can talk about it. Tan Yingdong said with a smile.

Only then did Sister Lin know that the purpose of their buying this pickle recipe was actually because Su Yan's pickles were similar to the taste of his mother's cooking......

Can she say that this coincidence is too surprising?

Wouldn't it be nice if it was similar to the pickles she made?

Sister Lin hadn't asked Su Yan for advice on how to make pickles, and she didn't dare to answer at this time, so she just said embarrassedly:

"There are pickle recipes for this, don't hide them from the two, that's the craft left by my mother-in-law.

Whether Fang Zi can be sold to you or not, I can't be the master alone, and I have to wait until I have discussed it with my husband before I can decide. ”

"So?!"

Tan Yingdong glanced at his younger brother Tan Yingjie, then nodded and responded, "Okay, we'll wait for your reply." No problem!"

When Sister Lin saw that the two of them stood up and were about to leave, she also stood up, her heart was entangled for a long time, and finally she couldn't help asking:

"Mr. Tan, you ...... What price are you going to pay for pickle recipe......s? In this way, if my husband asks, I can talk to him. ”