Mi Shou sat cross-legged on the kang, smiling like Maitreya Buddha, a sweet sentence of joy, provoked the next second, more than a dozen little hands reached into the paste at the same time, and stuffed it into his mouth after digging.

It's too late to stop it.

Grab this, can't hold that, one by one the mouth is full of paste, and the porcelain bowl almost overturned.

The girl hugged her little fist, and the sweet batter on her fingers was smacked.

Song Fuling: Ah, I don't want to see children.

But she has no face, but she likes to be with children, and she loves to use child labor.

An hour later, Song Fusheng's home heard the Protestant singing of the fat girl's sister.

Seventeen little babies sang in unison:

"Little Erlang, carrying that schoolbag to school, not afraid of the sun, not afraid of the wind and rain, just afraid that Mr. will scold me for being lazy, and I have no knowledge and no face to see my father."

When the first cake model was done together, and the little babies were applauding happily, they said that Sister Fat was so beautiful, Sister Fat was beautiful, and the fake cake was so beautiful, and Sister Fat was going to teach them to recite poetry again.

Before reciting the poem, repeat yesterday's one, which is called reviewing the old and learning the new.

Mr. Song Ling, while listening to the children's reading, poured water while taking advantage of the air. These children don't have an apple for each person, and the doctor is far away from my condition, and there is no fruit and no fresh leafy greens to eat, so let's drink more water.

After reading it, I found that the children were great, and there was no bear blind man who broke buds and slept overnight and then forgot, Song Fuling tilted her head and smiled and taught sentence by sentence:

"The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind. ”

She has a small goal, that is, while calling for child labor, she also cultivates their hands-on ability and the habit of not resisting memorizing poems and reading in this winter day when classes are not in session.

When spring comes, she has to suggest to her father to let Sizhuang, or her uncle Tian Xifa teach them archery, teach these little babies, and teach her.

When the time comes, these people will not only have to shoot arrows, get up early to run, tie sandbags to run, and go up and down the mountains and rivers. In the future, when there are conditions, they will have horseback riding lessons from old to young.

Well, if the horse can't be completed in a short period of time, the silver can't support it, so buy a few more old oxen to plow the land and ride the bull.

At the same time, Nursery Rhymes Town is there.

Mrs. Wang stood in front of the restaurant with a red face from the cold, patting her thighs with embarrassment, she was the first to come back to Nursery Rhyme Town.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you don't know it, and you'll be shocked when you see it.

Sister Ma's business is really big, and she cooperates with such a generous restaurant, three floors.

"It's all straight, don't shrink your neck, spirit."

Mrs. Ma conducted:

"The pink turban is exposed, pay attention to the spirit.

When people look at us, they don't say they smile at us, and they can't frown when they see our old faces.

No matter where we go in the future, remember, our old sisters have to tell them with spirit and spirit that we are not old, yes, keep it like this, go. ”

Five old ladies, holding their heads high, holding steamers, stood in a column and walked into the restaurant.

"Shopkeeper, business is booming today." Mrs. Ma hugged the steamer and smiled.

The shopkeeper's sip of tea immediately squirted out, and he kept coughing and wanting to laugh. The little two who swept the floor laughed directly.

On weekdays, it's okay to have one or two people wearing pink headscarves, what kind of shape is this, where did I get a few old ladies, and the long ones are weird and connected, plus hundreds of years old.

As usual, the cashier counted the money, and the shopkeeper was inexplicably a little nervous today, because the old ladies were very focused when they saw the money, and they could forget where they were, and their eyes were all fixed on his hand.

Mrs. Ma talked with the shopkeeper again, and hurried to talk while the restaurant was not yet available.

Talk, you can take orders.

"Oh?"

Mrs. Ma glanced at a few old sisters, deliberately glanced at the headscarves worn by those people, and then smiled at the shopkeeper, thinking: You don't have to be oh, don't doubt, who can let the money fly away, let's expand our business.

This little look, the shopkeeper also understands.

Second, if you are tired of eating, is there any customer feedback on how to always make cakes.

The shopkeeper thought, I really didn't say how it was a kind of dim sum, now there are many people who eat it as a fresh thing, and some pack a few pieces to take to the children after drinking, but the shopkeeper of the dim sum shop asked him.

However, it was impossible for him to tell the truth to Mrs. Ma, what he asked was: Is there a new trick?

Mrs. Ma talked about it, saying that there was an egg roll cake.

Say that everything you are beautiful when you open, cut into slices, and you are energetic in plating.

In terms of technology, it is very difficult for us to research and make it, only eggs are very harmful, you listen, egg roll cake, right, that is not to cost eggs.

Therefore, you can rest assured that no matter how difficult the egg roll cake is, even if we increase the price, it is definitely not to increase the price of the difficult craft. Each pot can roll out a large long round roller, and the price increase is all added to the material, the conscience of heaven and earth, and my family is sandwiched, and it costs eggs.

This is all nonsense that Mrs. Ma said, Song Fuling didn't tell her that.

"Is the size still like that?"

"Yes, it's still so big, just help you roll it up, and you can make everything come out."

"How many words are added to each pot."

"A pot is compared to tinkering with twenty yuan, you see if we are affordable, you listen to the amount of money, you know that I have worked hard, but I have not made any money. I'm really thinking about our restaurant, and I can keep customers by changing tricks. ”

The shopkeeper said, isn't the style you said just like a bean roll, don't fool me.

It's really interesting, fooling you, there's cream in it.

Other people's houses are bean rolls, rolled beans are broken beans, cooked red beans and mung beans, beans can be worth a few dollars, sprinkle a handful on the ground, and you can take back a bunch in the last autumn. Her sandwich is filled with cream, listen, there is milk, and oil.

Oil, regardless of whether it is sesame oil, soybean oil or corn oil, even if it is rapeseed oil, the shopkeeper, you open a restaurant, can you not know how much money a pound of oil sells?

We buy good oil, and do you know how much oil we have to pour into a pot of cake? As soon as it is poured down, it is half an urn, and the big urn is a big urn.

The shopkeeper was stunned. Co-author, is your cake technique fried? No, it doesn't look like it.

Not to mention the shopkeeper, even a few old ladies who accompanied him also showed on their faces:

Oh my God, no wonder the old sister (old sister) sells it so expensive, so expensive and expensive.

It really has to be sold more expensively, excluding the wages for making cakes, and in the future, they will have to be paid for takeaways, plus buying bricks, noodles, eggs, cows, and sugar, and these guys have to buy so much oil, so they have to sell it more expensively, otherwise they will not make any money.

Only Song Yinfeng here has a number in her heart, thinking: I didn't buy much oil, the eldest aunt didn't know how to make a big pot of rice, she knew, and she didn't push oil with her mother at home.

But she doesn't ask.

Song Yinfeng is used to it, and as long as the old lady enters the city now, she doesn't have a word of truth.

Mrs. Ma: Hmph, let's tell you all to be confused, just say you're confused.

The little granddaughter said that in the future, the more places where the cake is promoted, the easier it will be to enter the eyes of competitors such as dim sum shops, and when the time comes, people will have to ponder their craftsmanship. She doesn't need them to analyze the technology, she wants to pretend to expose the news, one sentence after another, you can fry it in oil.

The shopkeeper said, okay, okay, let's say this, I can't understand how to say it, you might as well bring a pot after you do it, let me take a look first.

Okay, so let's move on to the next topic.

What's next?

We can make birthday cakes, as long as the money is in place, there are several layers.

What is a birthday cake?

Mrs. Ma slapped her face and said sincerely, that's beautiful, let me tell you, you can write on the cake, and you eat the words in your stomach.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was extremely interested. For some guests, especially those who aspire to be literate, this is very subservient and elegant: "What can you write?" ”

"For example, the shopkeeper, you buy one, and I will write on the cake for you."

"Hello, it's terrible, we don't deserve to use this word."

"Write to you, there are groups of wives and concubines."