With their three-inch tongue and many passers-by inquired about where the teahouse was the most popular, it took a lot of effort to find out all the way to a teahouse with a good business, but the grade and specifications are medium. Then a cart and a donkey carried their master to this medium-sized teahouse, and An Lan got out of the car and saw three gilded characters on the plaque - Ziyunxuan.

The corner of An Lan's mouth twitched. Who do you say this is the name of the go? Whether he used the name of his courtyard to pretend to be the name of the teahouse is really troublesome. Please, this is a place to drink tea, how to say that you should also take a certain teahouse, and what is the tea or something, just like a teahouse! An Lan thought to herself.

After the Chinese naturally handed over the mule cart and the little donkey to the tea master who was waiting for the guests at the door, they came to the hall, found a vacant seat and sat down, ordered a pot of tea from the tea doctor, asked for a few special snacks of this tea house and began to drink tea. The Chinese saw An Lan's eyes constantly staring at Dr. Tea's wrist pouring tea, so he explained to An Lan that the person at the door was called Doctor Tea, and the person who served the guests in the hall was called Doctor Tea. An Lan suddenly realized, it turned out that the service staff of the ancient teahouse had to be graded, An Lan remembered that there was still a shop in the restaurant, she wanted to know the origin of Xiao Er, so she euphemistically said her doubts.

Zhongren looked at her strangely, as if he didn't quite understand why An Lan asked such a question, but he still said slowly,

"The reason is very simple, the shopkeeper of the restaurant is the boss of the shop, and these guys who work are the second shopkeepers, so over time, people start to call these guys shop juniors for convenience."

"It's as simple as that?" An Lan was stunned.

"It's that simple!" The middle man nodded.

"Gone?" An Lan still didn't give up.

"It's gone!" The Chinese man picked up a cup of tea and tasted it lightly before answering unhurriedly. An Lan burst into tears, thinking there was some great allusion? In one sentence, Uncle Chinese, if you say a few more words, you will not lose a few pieces of meat.

The three of them said that they were here to drink tea, in fact, An Lan and the Chinese people were pricking up their ears to inquire about the news, and An He was young, thinking that her sister had fulfilled her promise and brought her here to eat delicious food, the chubby little hand picked up the chopsticks and kept stuffing the snacks into her mouth, and after eating too much dim sum, she raised her happy little face and took a sip of tea comfortably, and then ate the snacks after drinking the tea, and so on, almost all the snacks on the plate were eaten by her.

An Lan and the Chinese listened to each other for a long time, but they didn't hear any actual news, An Lan was a little impatient, but it was about whether she could make money, so she still barely got up and continued to listen.

When An Lan stretched out her chopsticks to eat a plate of dim sum, she saw that the plate was almost empty, looking at her little sister's greedy appearance, An Lan hurriedly persuaded her not to eat more, An He touched her round little belly, nodded heavily, and An Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

This girl doesn't know moderation, she can't stop when she sees delicious food, she is really greedy. Wait, children want to eat when they see something delicious, this is instinct, isn't it planning to open a farmhouse? Why not launch a series of children's favorite food, maybe it can really be done, thinking of this, she stretched out her hand and pulled the sleeve of the Chinese man.

The Chinese person was pulled by her, came back to his senses, and looked at An Lan with a question mark on his face.

An Lan opened her mouth to explain: "Uncle Wang, I thought of a solution just now? I say it, you can consult it, if it is feasible, we can make an additional investment. ”

"Oh, tell me about it?" The man asked with some curiosity.

"I want to add some dim sum to the Zhuangzi and give it to the children of those dignitaries for free?"

"What does it mean to be free?" The Chinese began to drag the text.

"Free is no money, free for free." An Lan explained bluntly.

"Wouldn't that cost a lot of ingredients for snacks?" The middleman frowned slightly.

"That's not it, Uncle Wang, it won't cost much to make dim sum, if you think that dim sum materials cost money, we will increase the price in other aspects, do you think it's feasible?"

"It makes sense, then it's decided, Miss An, you can be sure to make fresh snacks, you have to know the sons and ladies of big families, which one has not eaten snacks, so?"

"That's no problem, Uncle Wang don't worry, just leave it to me. Now we are mainly going to inquire about the special snacks in this Taizhou city. ”

The Chinese also quite agreed with An Lan's suggestion, he beckoned to a vendor selling melon seeds and preserved fruits in a teahouse, and the vendor was overjoyed when he saw it, carrying a basket, trotting to their table and standing still, nodding and flatteringly saying, "This lord, what do you command?" ”

"You have some preserved fruits, melon seeds and the like."

"Okay!" The peddler replied happily when he saw that the man wanted to buy his things.

Xu is hawker wanders in various teahouses all the year round, only glanced at An Lan and a few people, and put the preserved fruits and melon seeds they needed on the plates of the teahouse and put them on their tables. The Chinese man looked at the hawker and was very satisfied, knowing that the hawker was a clever and transparent person, and after he had done these things, the Chinese man asked,

"Do you know what delicious snacks there are in Taizhou City, and come one by one, and I'll count the money for you later."

When the peddler heard the words of the Chinese man, he smiled even more happily, and said in his heart: "Sure enough, I am not mistaken, this uncle is generous when he sees it, and the two little girls next to him are greedy!" Now that it is developed, as long as you tell the truth, the reward will definitely not be less later. The peddler thought beautifully, and his mouth did not stop,

"This master, you can be regarded as asking the right person, this Taizhou City is small, but I grew up here from childhood to adulthood, this Taizhou City Dim Sum! I know it all······"

"Getting to the point!" When the Chinese saw the hawker's chattering appearance, he knew that he had called a chatterbox, so he had to tell him to say the point directly, if not, it would be dark when the hawker finished speaking.

"Oh, okay! The best dim sum shop in Taizhou City is Ruyi Zhai, where the guests are dignitaries, the most inferior dim sum has to be one or two silver to buy two pieces, there are many kinds of dim sum inside, how to know how to know and have not seen, but have heard of the name of dim sum. The peddler said respectfully to the Chinese man. From time to time, the peddler peeked at the face of the middleman, and saw the encouraging eyes of the middleman, and he continued,

"There are many names for dim sum, mille-feuille cake, fish cake, square cake, ice flake cake, Yipin cake, ······"

The hawker said the names of dozens of dim sum, and then described some of the basic practices of the dim sum shop's external publicity, such as adding more than 100 kinds of secret spices or something, after listening to the hawker's words, An Lan was embarrassed, and he was also a college student, and he had never heard of any of them, so she was so happy, since she hadn't heard of it, it proved that the modern dim sum she knew had not appeared, and it proved that it could be done if it didn't appear, in fact, she was really afraid that the founder of the Dong family food shop would take modern dim sum to sell in ancient times, In that case, there is nothing you can do about it. You can't just pull a random person on the street and tell him that the Dong family's dim sum is modern? What did you ancients eat? Thinking of this, An Lan couldn't help but laugh.

When the Chinese saw An Lan's smile, they knew that her dim sum should be the only one, and happily took out a piece of broken silver and gave it to the vendor.