It doesn't seem to be almost there, but if you really find it.

Thinking that after all, it was the person who gave her fifty taels, Mu Xiang's attitude was better, she patted off the ashes on her hands, and raised her eyes to look directly at him, "Oh, you are the big shopkeeper of Fushou Building, right?" ”

Tang Mo didn't expect her to guess right, and there was not the slightest surprise, which made him more and more curious about Mu Xiang, "Yes, it is here, my name is Tang Mo, you can call me by my name." The smile on his face became more and more honest, and there was no shopkeeper at all.

Even Caiyun was attracted by his laughter, stood beside his sister, and muttered, "Sister, he is so good-looking!" ”

Mu Xiang pulled Caiyun back and told her: "Don't talk nonsense, you finish the work here first, just remember to sprinkle a layer of grass and wood ashes, or don't sprinkle too much, I'll go home first." ”

Caiyun nodded, still holding the basket in her hand, and watched her sister go home side by side with this Tang Mo.

When he arrived at the door, Mu Xiang gently pushed the door open, and at a glance he saw Mu Lang squatting in the yard playing with Heibao. Hei Bao was still staring at Tang Mo very vigilantly, making Tang Mo depressed. Does he really look like a bad guy?

Mu Xiang stepped into the house first and brought a stool out, "Shopkeeper Tang, you sit in the courtyard for a while, my house is small, you will be fine." She put the small stool in front of Tang Mo.

Tang Mo stared at the stool, his eyes flashed uncomfortably, coughed lightly, and said, "It's okay, I'm used to standing, it's good to stand." "How do you tell him to sit? This stool, about the same height as the eaves of her house, is crooked and dilapidated, and at his height, if he really sits down, there are only two results.

The first is that the stool is too fragile and cracks in response to the sound, and the second is that after he sits down, it takes a lot of trouble to get up. Therefore, he simply chose not to sit, and it was good to stand.

Mu Xiang couldn't see that people disliked her small bench, since people didn't sit, she simply didn't even pour tea to him, only took the newly bought small ceramic cup, and poured herself a cup of freshly brewed chrysanthemum tea.

It is almost autumn, there are a lot of wild chrysanthemums blooming in the mountains, although she does not recognize the variety, but she also knows that most of the chrysanthemums can be used to make tea, besides, they live in the old forest of the deep mountains, even the most wild chrysanthemums, they can be seen from time to time, and a bloom is all over the mountains, she wants to ignore, she wants to pick it up.

In the past two days, she has to take Caiyun and Mu Lang to the fields where few people pass by, to pick chrysanthemums, just sun-dried, in addition to making tea, she also wants to sell to make money, and then the excess, just make a pillowcase, stuff it into the pillow, and smell comfortable when sleeping at night.

Tang Mo glanced at the teacup in her hand and saw white petals floating in the cup. He was not far away, and the chrysanthemums born in the wild had a strong aroma, and he smelled it as soon as he smelled it. So for the first time in Young Master Tang's life, he was dissatisfied with a cup of tea, "Girl, you are a guest when you pass through the door, you should understand this truth, how can you not pour tea for guests, but you drink it with a teacup!" ”

Mu Xiang looked at his eyes full of disdain, and he was not satisfied, "Young Master Tang, what I brewed is not the best fragrant leaves, mountain and wild coarse tea, I am afraid that you will not be used to drinking it, but since you have to drink, it doesn't hurt for me to pour it for you, but if you drink it, you can't blame me." Mu Xiang turned around and went to the kitchen to pour him tea, and then brought it to him.

Because it is close, Tang Mo is present, Mu Xiang, this little girl, not only has beautiful eyes, but also her lips are very good-looking, and her pink and pink color is very ......

After Mu Xiang stuffed the teacup to him, he quickly retreated and said bluntly: "You came to me for something?" ”

As soon as she withdrew, Tang Mo quickly came back to his senses, and in order to hide his eyes, he took a sip of tea without answering her words directly. This tea is bitter in the mouth, and in the aftertaste, it seems to be sweet, and there is a fragrance of flowers. Tang Mo looked down at the teacup in his hand, "Huh? Is this a chrysanthemum? ”

Mu Xiang looked at him like an idiot, he was really a young master, and he didn't even recognize the chrysanthemum. Looking at his blank face, Mu Xiang suddenly had malice, and said casually: "It's not a chrysanthemum, it's a chrysanthemum, the latest variety I discovered, but it's very rare!" ”

Tang Mo saw that she was very serious, and really lowered his head and took a closer look, but no matter how he looked, the chrysanthemum was still a chrysanthemum, and he had been in charge of Fushoulou for a few years, so it didn't make sense that he couldn't even see the chrysanthemum. So he looked up again and wanted to correct the girl's words, but found that Mu Xiang couldn't help but laugh.

This smile is like a hundred flowers blooming, and like the warm sun in winter, the person who shines is warm.

Seeing him staring at him, Mu Xiang hurriedly smiled, and asked again the purpose of his coming here.

Tang Mo settled down and replied to her seriously, "I heard from Steward Liu that you sold him the recipe for burning fat pig intestines, and I came to you to ask if you have any other recipes." "There are no new recipes coming out recently, and the guests always eat those things, and after a long time, they get tired of it. That's why he was in a hurry to find Mu Xiang, thinking that Mu Xiang must be a village girl who is good at cooking, but he didn't expect that although Mu Xiang was doing the work of a village girl and wearing the clothes of a village girl, he didn't have half of the village girl's temperament.

Mu Xiang blinked, thinking about those recipes in her previous life, if there were any, she could try to make them, but she was afraid that it would be too obvious and would be seen inappropriate. After thinking about it, she is ready to take her time, wait for the family to have enough food and materials, and then try to do it, and then if someone asks, she will only say that she has tested it at home.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiang looked at Tang Mo calmly, and said with a slight smile: "I, because my family is poor, I can't eat, so I think about everything all the time, cooking, as long as I study it carefully, I will definitely have a harvest, but at the moment, I haven't come up with a new one, but ......" She stopped and raised her eyes to see Tang Mo's expression.

This man is most afraid of saying half a sentence when he speaks.

Originally, Tang Mo listened to her previous words, and his heart sank, but he listened to her 'but' again, what does this mean?

Mu Xiang saw his eagerness, but said even more unhurriedly: "But, it's man-made, if you give me some time, you may have a harvest, but ......"

She came again, but this time Tang Mo couldn't hold his breath, and asked anxiously: "Can you finish the words at one time, just say whatever conditions you want, if it is within a reasonable range, I will agree!" He still believes in the craftsmanship of Muxiang, after all, there are many people who can burn fat intestines, but no one can do it if they can burn the aroma of fat intestine hot pot, and know which spices to add and how much to add.

Mu Xiang smiled, "Shopkeeper Tang, don't worry, this business has to be done steadily, I'm not too demanding, when I research a new dish, every time you sell a dish, you have to give me a commission, I'll do the math!" ”――

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