The skin cake in Mrs. Ma's mouth is actually pizza.

But from the beginning, the old lady was wrong again.

The old lady called the pizza Pippi flatbread, which made everyone else do the same.

It's not that Song Fuling hasn't been corrected, but, okay, it can't be corrected, it's just a name, what's not a name.

Pipi is always much better than her father to make spicy hot, and her grandmother said that "Ma Lao Hot" is much better.

Wang Zhongyu stood in front of the bar and reminded: "Auntie, hurry up, I've been waiting for table five for a long time." ”

There was a tinkling sound at the door: "Do you have a kind of red bean dim sum at home, and is there any?" ”

Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law hurriedly stepped forward: "Welcome, some of you, guest officer, sit down, how many pieces of red bean cake are there?" ”

"Two pieces."

"Okay, you drink some hot water first, and I'll get it for you with gloves."

Mrs. Ma sat at the bar and shouted, "Han buns are ready, Zhongyu, take them upstairs together, the guests at table seven, four Han buns." ”

The guest officer who came in to buy the cake sniffed the fragrance, it was too strong, took off the cotton hat and asked Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law: "What is a Han bun?" Do you still sell steamed buns? ”

Burger, two pieces of bread sandwiched with meat.

Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law was packing the red bean cake, and she introduced it with a smile on her face, and Wang Zhongyu, who was serving the plate, made a look, and motioned to the guest officer to take a look at what Han Bao was by the way.

The guest officer glanced at it, and it was very fragrant: "Can this be taken away?" Get me one too. ”

When Mrs. Ma heard this, she turned around and shouted behind her: "A takeaway bun." ”

was so busy that after the meal, Song Fusheng also woke up and patted, "I want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition," this can be regarded as too busy.

Da Dezi stood at the door of the backyard and took out the guests' horses, some of whom were far away from the place where they were on duty, and they came on horseback.

Song Fugui also stood at the door of the store in front of him, bending over and smiling: "See you tomorrow, see you tomorrow." ”

Song Fusheng was on the second floor, changed out of the robe of the storyteller, changed into the cotton jacket and cotton pants he wore for work, rolled up his sleeves, and directly changed from a storyteller to a shopkeeper, and began to clean up the dirty dishes and chopsticks.

Song Fusheng cleaned up from table to table, put all the dishes used by the guests in a large basin, and later Dadezi would bring them to the backyard and wash them directly with well water.

As for why Wang Zhongyu came to the store to help, it was because he couldn't do heavy work at home.

At the beginning, he was not injured by a wolf, but now he belongs to the stage of slowly recuperating from his injuries, and the work at home is like picking up stones and fishing, he didn't dare to work hard, so he came here with Song Fusheng, worked with his mother-in-law Xiao Wang, helped Mrs. Ma, served dishes, cleaned up the toilet or something.

Right now, as soon as the guests left, Wang Zhongyu cleaned up the urinal in the bathroom, washed it, and wiped it inside and out.

Mrs. Tian also took the rag and cleaned it up.

On the huge second floor, Mrs. Tian didn't use a cloth and knelt on the ground to wipe it.

In the winter, there is snow outside, and our ground is made of floors, and there are footprints on it, which must be wiped out.

After Song Fugui finished sending off the guests downstairs, he also helped Mrs. Ma and them to clean up, sweep and mop the floor.

From time to time, when someone came into the store to buy cakes, he received them.

And Mrs. Ma needs to go to the stove room to keep accounts at this time.

Together with Baozhu, Song Fugui and his daughter-in-law, they counted how much rice, flour, grain and oil were used today, and wrote down how many Han buns, how many catties of chicken were used in hamburgers, and pork. How much meat is used in the spicy broth today, and the cost of the chili peppers that are sold at her third son.

These need to be deducted, and you need to know whether you need to replenish the stock.

As soon as the meal time is over every day, the old lady needs to remember clearly, how much it costs, how much money she collected today, and what the net profit is.

Song Fusheng sat at the round table on the first floor, finally able to take a breath, and took a teacup to sip tea.

The tea leaves are left over from the guest's teapot, strain out the cold tea, add boiling water to it and brew it, don't waste it, they will pick up the leftovers, and then brew and drink.

"Mother, it's not okay to go on like this."

Mrs. Ma checked the dim sum in the display cabinet one by one, and there were still more than 20 pieces of dim sum left in the various types of snacks that had not been sold.

Hearing this, he sighed, sat in front of Song Fusheng, poured a cup of tea for himself, held the cup and said:

"yes, this is where to go, and I am busy hitting the back of the head with my foot. Baozhu sent a letter to Xu Xiaoniang, let me send two down-to-earth guys, we can't believe others, it's a big deal, let's give money. But the little lady Xu let us do it ourselves. We don't understand, so why don't we care. ”

How did the old lady know that Lu Zhiwan didn't care about the cake shop now, she didn't even ask, and the power of the Qi Mansion was also given, because she was pregnant with her second child, and she reacted very much, how could she have the energy to think about this, Qi Dongming went on a business trip and left for a long time.

The day of Qi Dongming's business trip was the day the cake shop opened.

That day, Qi Dongming originally wanted to find someone to study and study the colorful smoke, but he was called away when he returned home.

A holy decree asked him to lead a team to clean up a minister in the field.

From the minister's house, he found letters exchanged with King Wu.

The minister was in charge of coastal defense, and the stakes were so high that he had to set off overnight.

Qi Dongming didn't even talk to Lu Zhiwan alone, and left after saying goodbye to his parents.

Song Fusheng motioned for Song Fugui and Wang Zhongyu to sit down as well, drank some tea, and shouted upstairs: "Dadezi, I'll clean up later, come and rest for a while, don't worry." ”

Dadezi shouted upstairs: "Boss, you talk, I'll come down later, fill the water bucket in the toilet first, or wait for the well water to go down, and I have to bring water again." ”

Song Fusheng didn't force it, poured tea into a few cups, and motioned for Wang Zhongyu and Song Fugui to drink, and then continued: "Then let's hire someone ourselves." ”

Without waiting for Mrs. Ma to object, Song Fugui waved his hand first and said:

"Grandpa didn't let it, Grandpa said that it was foreign, I don't know the details, you know what he thinks.

Food, food and mouth, in case the back is bad for us.

Grandpa said, don't hire a buddy, waste that money, whoever is idle in the family will come with us every day, and we should rest.

Besides, Brother Zhongyu, he can't afford to work at the moment, so let him support him here first, what do you hire people to do. ”

Wang Zhongyu took a sip of tea, wiped his mouth and said, "That's it, I can't do heavy work, and you didn't deduct my work at home." Coming here, the work is light, and I can do it. I have already thought about it, and the reward I get, I will turn it over and let Grandpa collect it, and then the division of labor and the money will be distributed to everyone together, and it will not be considered to take advantage of everyone. ”

"You've got another silver bounty today?" Song Fugui's eyes lit up and asked Wang Zhongyu.

"Ah, there is a three or four coins of silver before and after, and I gave it to the eldest lady when I turned my head, I didn't take a closer look."

Mrs. Ma smiled so hard that she couldn't see her eyes: "It's half a tael, which is three or four dollars, I'll keep it, and I'll give it to the old man when I turn around." It really can't make people feel that Zhongyu is busy in vain. ”

Song Fugui rubbed his hands: "It seems that the work of guarding the thatched house is very good." ”