"Bai's, another small pickle." Mr. Guo rightfully shouted, eat breakfast and send pickles, pickles can be eaten, it is a matter of course.

Rou Niang stood at Mr. Guo's table with a smile and said, "Mr. Guo, our pickles are limited today, one baked cake will give one pickle, if you want to eat pickles, you can buy another baked cake." ”

Two baked cakes can eat one more nest, one baked cake can eat half a nest more, of course Rou Niang is more enthusiastic, at this moment she sees that Mr. Guo's beard is not a beard, but Huang Cancan's nest.

"Buy another ......" Mr. Guo touched his stomach and smashed his mouth, it was okay to eat two baked cakes for breakfast, not to mention such delicious pickles, "Okay, bring me another baked cake." ”

Rou Niang immediately happily went to get a baked cake for Mr. Guo and put it in a small basket on his table, and now there are two baked cakes in the basket.

"Pickles and pickles!" Mr. Guo hurriedly reminded him to buy an extra baked cake for that small plate of pickles.

Rou Niang said: "You are indispensable!" As he spoke, he had already taken a small plate of pickles and put it in front of Mr. Guo, "You use it slowly." ”

Mr. Guo couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick pickle and stuff it into his mouth, click, it was so delicious, salty with a hint of sweetness, sweet and fresh, crisp and tender, slightly sour, and even the sound of chewing was very pleasant, delicious, and beautiful.

Click, three bites and two bites, Mr. Guo ate the pickles again: "Rou Niang, uh......" Mr. Guo looked at the two baked cakes and a bowl of tofu brain on the table that had not eaten a bite, if you want another baked cake, you will be able to eat three baked cakes for breakfast, if Mr. keeps burping in the morning school, the group of bear children will laugh.

But how can you swallow two baked cakes without pickles? That's it, I want another one, it's a big deal to bring back to the old woman to eat. When he went out, his wife was still sleeping in bed.

Mr. Guo's wife doesn't eat breakfast on weekdays, because it's almost noon when she gets up, and it's time for lunch.

So Mr. Guo asked for another baked cake, so he forced himself to eat all the pickles in one go, so he began to eat the three baked cakes lined up in front of him.

In order to eat pickles, Mr. Guo's behavior of asking for three baked cakes had a great impact on the onlookers, and everyone became more and more curious about the taste of the pickles pickled by Rou Niang.

Mr. Shang first took out a big sum of money and said, "Rou Niang, let's have a baked cake, I want to taste what the pickles of Zhixian Qianjin taste?" ”

Rou Niang was happy in her heart, one baked cake is half a nest, and she may really be able to eat eight nests this morning to fill her stomach. She looked at Zhao Shuang again, and she was no longer the green tea she used to be, but the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering!

Liu Gongzi or something, no matter how good-looking a man looks, how can he be really good?

At the beginning of Mr. Shang, the lively crowd followed everyone to hand a baked cake and a pickle, and soon the baked cakes made by Bai Cuiqing could not keep up with the sales.

When Mr. Guo finally left with a basket of biscuits, the white green biscuits were also sold out. Everyone more or less carried a few baked cakes, looked back at the half jar of pickles guarded by Rou Niang step by step, and reluctantly left.

Bai Cuiqing counted the money with a smile, counted the harvest this morning, and sent half of the copper money to Zhao Shuang: "Miss Shuang'er, today's breakfast is sold well, it is all your credit, this is the reward for you, please Miss Shuang'er don't shirk, our stall is still pointing at you!" ”

This Bai is a clear and transparent person, not greedy and measured, Zhao Shuang likes to deal with this kind of person.

Although Zhao Shuang is currently very short of money, what she needs most is not money, but to be able to eat three meals a day, eat well, gradually get better, accumulate delicious value, and restore her sense of taste and smell.

Zhao Shuang didn't accept the money sent by Bai Cuiqing, but said: "Eldest sister is polite, I'm just moving my mouth, if you really feel sorry for it, I will inevitably come to your house for three meals a day in the future." ”

Although Bai Cuiqing's craftsmanship is not very good, but it is better than the cheap dad at home, I don't know how many times, give me some advice, and temporarily use this place as a canteen for a while, and it is close to the county government.

Hearing Zhao Shuang say this, Bai Cuiqing was overjoyed and hurriedly said: "That's great, welcome Miss Shuang'er to come and eat, this is simply Rou Niang's father and ancestor to accumulate virtue!" Rou Niang, come and kowtow to Miss Shuang'er, thank Miss Shuang'er for her guidance! ”

Saying that, she herself had already knelt down first.

This is the opportunity of the small rice stall transfer, must be seized, the ancient apprenticeship is a big deal, the apprentice has to work for the master for many years of apprenticeship, and now the frost girl just eats the food to teach them the craft, what a blessing this is.

Looking at Rou Niang's mother and daughter kneeling in front of her, Zhao Shuang was a little helpless, even in the modern society of her previous life, this kind of scene was not uncommon for her, and it was not uncommon for people who wanted to worship her as a teacher to squeeze their heads and kowtow directly, but is she the kind of person who can accept apprentices casually?

She was!

As long as the other party has the qualifications to be a good chef, let alone kowtow to her, just let her kowtow, she will accept it, good qualifications mean infinitely delicious, how can you let it go?

However, Rou Niang's mother and daughter obviously do not have the qualifications to become excellent chefs, so kowtowing is useless, at most it is to solve the urgent need and give some advice.

Zhao Shuang pulled up Rou Niang's mother and daughter and said, "Eldest sister, hurry up, you will see the outside, I actually instructed Rou Niang to make pickles so that I could eat a hot meal for myself." You should have heard that my mother went early, and my father was a rough man who couldn't cook. ”

Bai Cuiqing hurriedly said: "Lord Zhao is the lord of a county, how can he go to a place like the kitchen?" In the future, Miss Shuang'er will come to our house for dinner, although I only operate breakfast here, but my own three meals a day are to be made, and Lord Zhao's meals will be sent to the backyard of the county government every time I eat. Miss Shuang'er, don't be polite to me, this is our reward for paying the pickle recipe, as long as Lord Zhao is an official in our Lanfeng County, we will eat three meals a day. ”

Zhao Shuang sighed in his heart that Bai Cuiqing was kind, a pickle recipe is only, not to mention that this recipe can only be used on the pickles that Bai Cuiqing has made, if you change the pickles, or pickle them with raw radish, this method will not work, so she said: "Sister, that recipe is only for your pot of pickles, and you may not be able to make delicious pickles when you change it at other times, since you have said it all, I can't be hypocritical, I will guide you to cook in the future, and my father and I will rely on you for three meals a day." ”

Zhao Shuang silently praised herself in her heart when she spoke, what a filial and capable girl she is, she just came, and solved the problem of three meals a day for the cheap father!