Since Dongmei's stall brought xiaolongbaozi, even Dongmei couldn't be idle even when she was idle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the morning, when the guests who like to eat xiaolongbao come over, they first saw Dongmei and the steamer of the white-faced aunt next door.

Several workers wandered in front of Dongmei's stall and the white-faced aunt's stall, not knowing where to go to eat xiaolongbao.

After choosing a long time, one of the low-looking workers suggested: "Since we eat steamed buns, then let's choose a clean place to sit and eat." ”

After finishing speaking, several workers looked at Dongmei, then at the white-faced aunt, and sat in front of Dongmei's stall.

Dongmei has been very busy since she started to do business and sell food, but no matter how busy she is, she has to wear it cleanly every day, especially the white apron tied in front, which is washed white by her.

Dongmei felt that since she was selling food, she must pay special attention to personal hygiene and must be clean.

This is not only respect for oneself, but also respect for the guests.

The white-faced aunt next door is different, because she is a local villager, so her hygiene habits are very poor, and Dongmei, who is a family member of an employee, has no way to compare.

The white-faced aunt not only wore dirty clothes, but also tied a white apron around her waist into a black apron, which made people unbearable to look at directly.

When the white-faced aunt saw a few young people sitting on Dongmei's stall, she was very unconvinced.

She muttered in her mouth: It's not that she has attracted a few young descendants to pass by that face, if you talk about the deliciousness of xiaolongbao, it must still be my xiaolongbaozi.

Although Dongmei heard the chatter of her white-faced aunt, Dongmei ignored her, but quickly brought a few steamed buns, and also brought her secret juice.

The young man had a lot of food, and the three of them ate nine steamed buns before they were full.

After the young man left, Dongmei quickly put the steamer back and continued to steam the new buns.

After a while, a few more students came to school.

When a few students came over, the white-faced aunt hurriedly greeted them and greeted a few students and said, "Children, do you want to eat steamed buns, Auntie's xiaolong buns here are delicious." ”

Seeing the white-faced aunt shouting, Dongmei was not polite, and went straight up to greet her, saying, "Students, eat steamed buns, come to Aunt Dongmei, it's absolutely delicious." ”

The students listened to the invitation of the two women and did not know which house to go to to eat steamed buns.

Students are students after all, they are very kind, in order not to make the two aunts sad, they decided to eat buns at the stall of the white-faced aunt and the other at Dongmei's stall.

In order to prove that her buns are better than Dongmei's, the white-faced aunt immediately took a bun to Dongmei's stall, put it next to the child and said, "Child, if you try Auntie's buns, they must be better than the buns you eat." ”

The child smiled at the white-faced aunt, and then ate the buns sent by the white-faced aunt.

After the child finished eating the buns, the white-faced aunt looked forward to the child's evaluation.

She motioned to the child and said, "Child, how is it, Auntie's steamed buns are better than these buns you eat, right?"

The child tasted it for a long time and said objectively and truthfully: "To be honest, these two kinds of buns are quite delicious......

When the white-faced aunt heard that the child did not directly praise her family's steamed buns for being delicious, she couldn't help but look unhappy.

She scolded in her mouth, she ate the buns I gave for free, and she didn't say that I was good, she was really a wolf-hearted child.

After speaking, the white-faced aunt was cheeky again, took a bun from Dongmei's table, put it in front of the child who was eating the bun on her table, and said, "Child, you taste, which aunt's bun is delicious?"

The child saw that Dongmei's buns and the white-faced aunt's buns were about the same size, and they both had thin skin and big fillings, and they were very white and bright.

I saw that the child ate a bite of Dongmei's buns, tasted them carefully for a long time, and then tasted a mouthful of the white-faced aunt's buns, and finally came up with the answer.

He said, "Auntie, although the two kinds of buns look the same, your bun has a vanilla aroma, while the bun of the aunt next to you does not." ”

Hearing this, the white-faced aunt was overjoyed, and hurriedly served a basket of steamed buns to this child who said good things and said, "Child, Auntie likes a child like you who tells the truth, Auntie will send you another basket of steamed buns, you can eat it quickly." ”

The child hurriedly shirked and said, "Auntie, a basket of steamed buns is already full, and I can't eat any more." ”

As he spoke, the child paid the white-faced aunt.

After the white-faced aunt received the money, while looking for the money for the child, she said: "Child, Auntie only charges you a cage of money, and this cage is given to you by Auntie for nothing." ”

The child was embarrassed and said, "But Auntie, I really can't eat it." ”

Seeing that the child couldn't eat, the white-faced aunt found a plastic bag, then put the bun in it and said, "I can't eat it now, I'll eat it when I'm hungry." ”

As she spoke, the white-faced aunt put a basket of steamed buns into a plastic bag and handed it to the child.

Talking unintentionally, listening with heart.

When Dongmei heard what the child said, she wondered why the white-faced aunt's buns had the smell of vanilla, but her own buns did not smell of vanilla?

And Sister-in-law Tan, who was selling preserved eggs and lean porridge next to her, also heard the child's words.

She saw that Dongmei was meditating, so she stretched her head over and said to Dongmei, "Hey, I said Dongmei, what do you want?"

Dongmei walked up to Sister-in-law Tan and whispered, "Sister-in-law Tan, did you hear it just now, the child said that my buns don't smell like vanilla......"

Before Dongmei's words were finished, Sister-in-law Tan interjected directly and said: "That child just now is Huang Gang, I know his parents, a few days ago, his parents also told me that Huang Gang didn't study in school and did bad things, so don't believe that child's words." ”

Although Sister-in-law Tan didn't believe Huang Gang's words, Dongmei still felt that her bun was flawed, otherwise, why would the child say such things for no reason?

So, Dongmei still asked Sister-in-law Tan curiously: "Sister-in-law Tan, did you say vanilla flavor, what kind of flavor is it?"

Hearing the smell of vanilla, Sister-in-law Tan also scratched the back of her head, and said incomprehensibly: "To be honest, my sister-in-law Tan has lived all her life, and she has never sprayed perfume, and I don't know what the smell of perfume is." ”

Hearing this, Dongmei was shocked and said, "Sister-in-law Tan, I'm talking about vanilla, a plant, not a perfume." ”

Hearing this, Sister-in-law Tan reacted and said, "That is probably the taste of a spice, but I really don't know this spice." ”

Hearing that Sister-in-law Tan, who is very good at using spices in cooking, didn't know what the vanilla flavor was, Dongmei was even more confused.

She wants to ask for a steamed bun from her white-faced aunt to taste, what is the difference between her own steamed bun and her steamed bun?

However, when he saw the white-faced aunt's cold face and always stiff face, Dongmei still didn't muster up the courage.

At the end of the day, although Dongmei also sold a lot of steamed buns, she still never sold her white-faced aunt.

Moreover, there are still a lot of Dongmei's buns left.

Although the sales of steamed buns did not reach Dongmei's predetermined target, Dongmei's income today has increased a lot compared to yesterday, and she has achieved success again.