The owner of Jupinyuan Restaurant is not there, the shopkeeper is there, but according to Xiao Er, he is talking to people upstairs, and he has to wait for a while.

Song Lingling used the cut cake, just now broke a sixteen-inch piece, doesn't this have to be tasted by the teahouse owner, so he simply cut two more pieces at this time, Guan Xiaoer asked for a plate and said, then she is waiting here, trouble the second brother, send this refreshment to the shopkeeper, it is just right to eat some tea and eat this.

And this move, Song Fuling never expected, actually attracted her business outside restaurants and teahouses, which she didn't expect.

Because the shopkeeper of the restaurant is talking to someone, he will naturally give a piece to the person opposite.

Who is the person opposite, the chief steward of the Qinglou.

It can be said that the bustard is in charge of the girls, and belongs to the room manager, so the steward is the lobby manager, the security manager, and so on.

And Qinglou has a business that cooperates with restaurants, that is, the girls there are sometimes loaned here to accompany the wine, or sing a song or something.

No, the housekeeper came to settle the bill with the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and took back the money for the girls to go out.

This taste of cake tastes good.

So when the shopkeeper of Jupinyuan Restaurant went downstairs, he recognized Song Fuling at a glance, mainly because he was deeply impressed by Song Fusheng.

The shopkeeper thought that these were all acquaintances, so he smiled and said straight to the point, he will introduce you to a list, but in the same way, you can't sell it in other restaurants. And what about us here, just order? Tentatively 8 large pieces a day, did you bring it today?

Song Poria is still the same knock:

One, you can rest assured, I don't plan to go to other restaurants to sell, I came here on purpose, I hope this cake can become the feature of our Jupinyuan, and the main amount of our shipments is really not large.

Two, no, no, no, it won't work today, and I can only leave you a large piece today, that is, twelve small pieces.

The large piece left in the basket had just been cut open.

When the steward of the Qinglou heard this, he happened to go downstairs, and he asked, "Isn't it sold separately?" ”

Song Fuling smiled and nodded, yes.

"Then take the cut and come with me, and take it back to share it with the girls."

Girls?

The shopkeeper of the restaurant said, this is the one who introduced you, go, go with the horse steward of Manchun Courtyard.

Song Fuling actually wanted to say when she first heard it just now: No, no, no, there is no need to introduce a large number of customers, now eleven big yuan a day will make her very tired, she doesn't want to take on other business, I didn't expect to refuse yet......

And this kind of good thing, how could Mrs. Ma refuse, she felt simply, my God, God is helping her little granddaughter, and listen, what kind of steward, surnamed Ma, and her surname, it is really impossible to write Malai.

Mrs. Ma pretended to be pretending, and she didn't count the 96 silver coins she received from Xiao Er, and she left with Steward Ma while wearing a small pink headscarf.

Song Fuling only had time to tell the shopkeeper that she would start eight yuan the day after tomorrow, and her milk would be delivered in the future, just the one wearing a pink turban.

Outside the Green Building.

Song Lingling grabbed her, do you know where this is? Look at this lamp, no wonder it's called full spring.

Where?

The co-author was still confused, and Song Fuling and Mrs. Ma whispered a few words.

Mrs. Ma was stunned: "......"

"Then you wait for me outside, I'll go in."

"No, milk, don't go, you can't do it, can you do it?" Song Fuling was very skeptical.

Mrs. Ma thought to herself: Why can't you do it, why is this kid always afraid of money biting his hand? There is nothing she can't do today.

Chong Song Fuling said: "You remove it for me, I can do it." And then he went in.

Song Fuling, who was waiting outside, couldn't imagine the scene of Mrs. Ma entering the Manchun Courtyard.

When Mrs. Ma entered, she saw the small pavilion or something, and her expression was a little similar to Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Oh, this is the Qinglou? This is the place where those losers want to come and see how to play?

Yes, although Mrs. Ma is an old lady in the countryside, she has never seen much of the world, otherwise she would be dazzled by a small pavilion, but she still knows in Qinglou, has she never eaten pork and never seen a pig run? I've heard of it.

When she saw the bustard, she saw many well-looking girls, who came in twos and threes, and played very well in promoting her cakes.

Mrs. Ma's opening remarks, "These girls are so handsome," with an accent and extremely down-to-earth praise, amused a lot of people.

"It's called a tinkering cake, and the cake is made of eggs."

A girl covered half of her face with a fan, and asked in a very nice voice, "Drumming?" ”

"yes, tinker." Mrs. Ma remembered the stubble, and she came to her early, and she became a drummer.

"Hahahaha," the girls laughed again, "that's interesting." ”

Mrs. Ma said that it tastes better, and the girls should try it.

She actually wanted to say, you guys buy it, buy more. What's the use of all that money? Earning money is for spending, what are you doing if you don't spend it? And they won't start a family.

But she didn't say that, she said, eat more good, girls should be good to themselves, these years, only by hurting themselves more, let themselves eat and drink well every day, can they not come to the world in vain. This drumming is eaten in the morning and the skin is good.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Ma came out of the Qinglou.

There are more than 200 people in the family, including Song Fusheng, who has never been to the Qinglou and can't afford to spend it, but Mrs. Ma has seen it today.

Before she came out, the old lady carried the empty basket on her back and rushed straight to Song Fuling.

She grabbed her little granddaughter's hand and smiled, her face was red with excitement, sweat broke out on her forehead, and the little pink headscarf was crooked.

"Milky granddaughter, belch my granddaughter, hey, hey, they divided the rest of our basket. Fat girl, guess how much milk is sold? They have to order 12 large pieces a day, 12 large pieces, how many pieces are cut into eight pieces and one small piece, you quickly give the milk to calculate. And the steward said that if the sale is good, try it for a few days, and it will go up even more. ”

Song Fuling was not excited at all, and gritted her teeth with three or two more pieces.

But twelve big pieces, what did she do? This wasn't in her plan, did she do it? Don't you die of exhaustion?