Selling recipes?

Mu Luan raised his eyebrows and said curiously, "How much do you plan to sell?" ”

Lin Qian held her head in both hands, blinked slyly, and said, "Naturally, vegetarian food sells for twenty taels, and meat food sells for fifty taels?" ”

Mu Luan pointed to his head and looked sideways, and said, "How much do you think you can sell?" ”

"Then I'll have to call Chen Ran back and ask. He's the son of the prime minister, and he's definitely eaten a lot of food, so let's compare what he's eaten with what I can do.

I've thought that different restaurants will only sell once, and once I will sell one meat and one vegetable, and when they taste the sweetness, they will buy it even if the price starts on the spot. ”

Mu Luan said, "Why don't you write a copy first, and I'll ask Chen Ran." ”

Lin Qian tugged at the corners of her mouth and said slowly, "It's not impossible, but I can't write." ”

Mu Luan smiled, "I will!" ”

Lin Qian nodded and said yes, she thought that Mu Luan was directly hand-copied by herself, but who knew that she actually put the ink inkstone and letter paper in front of her.

Mu Luan polished the ink, picked up the pen and licked the ink, stuffed it into Lin Qian's hand, and said ambiguously in her ear, "Say it." ”

Lin Qian dodged to the left, her ears were visibly red with the naked eye, and said, "The hall is full of gold and jade, and the wings are flying ......."

Originally, she felt that it was much cooler in the house, but now this position made her a little hotter.

Because she was close, she could hear Mu Luan's shallow and regular breathing, like a nobody, which made her very ridiculous.

Lin Qian stopped, but Mu Luan felt that she hadn't finished writing, so she asked again and again, and said, "Are you sure you're done?" ”

"That's it."

Mu Luan let go of Lin Qian with some reluctance, picked up the neatly written letter and said, "I'll go find Chen Ran, you can write as much as I remember what I just wrote, and I'll check it when I come back." ”

Lin Qian pursed her mouth in displeasure, she couldn't write, but she was afraid that they wouldn't be able to understand what she wrote.

Mu Luan writes neatly and delicately hairpins, which is most suitable for women to write, Lin Qian has also practiced calligraphy for a few years, but it is a hard pen calligraphy cursive series of pen dragons and snakes.

Lin Qian picked up the pen and practiced a word on the paper seriously, as if she was rotten wood that could not be carved.

Sure enough, sure enough, the tip of the brush is too soft to control, and the writing is like a ghost drawing and like an earthworm twisting and pinching.

A quarter of an hour later, Mu Luan came back to deliver Chen Ran's words, saying, "He said that this matter will not work, unless it is in a century-old restaurant in the capital, it is necessary to innovate dishes, and it is willing to buy it at a high price." ”

Lin Qian was like a child who had just learned calligraphy, happily holding the words she had just written and begging the teacher to praise her, and said, "How is it?" ”

Mu Luan twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Are you writing with your feet?" ”

Lin Qian snatched the paper back, crumpled it into a ball and threw it away, and said, "It's good to write for the first time!" ”

"What's your prescription?"

"Someone else wrote it with a foot!"

Mu Luan saw that the little girl was a little lonely, so she quietly picked up the crumpled paper, carefully unfolded it, opened the wardrobe, put it between his two clothes, and closed the wardrobe silently.

"Don't be angry, you can practice calligraphy these days, and I'll do the rest!"

Lin Qian glanced up at him and said, "Really? ”

Mu Luan said, "You just think about what you are going to sell and make a good profit?" ”

Lin Qian lay on the table listlessly and said, "Could it be that I want to regret going to the hospital to be a doctor?" ”

Mu Luan raised her eyebrows, pulled her up, and said with a smile, "It's not impossible, you first instruct me how to make cakes, and tomorrow you will sit next to you." ”

Lin Qian sat lazily at the table, talking about the specific method, and at the same time yawning vigorously.

"Xiaoqian, mom is busy with work, you have to be obedient at home......"

Lin Qian's head was very heavy with her eyes closed, and she lowered it little by little, thanks to Mu Luan's eyes, she caught her head that was about to fall on the table, and gently put her on the table.

Mu Luan smelled a smell of burning, pulled out a piece of firewood from under the stove, and then picked up the burnt cake from the pot and brushed the pot.

After taking care of everything, Mu Luan took the little girl back to the house.

Lin Qian woke up at night and had a long, long dream, to be precise, remembering her childhood.

After her mother divorced her father, the dyeing and weaving factory she founded with them was given to her mother.

When I was a child, my mother always worked very hard, and she came back late every day, and she lived with her grandmother, and she was able to see her mother very rarely.

Later, the warehouse of the dyeing and weaving factory was burned, and my mother paid liquidated damages, and because of the lack of capital turnover, my mother sold the dyeing and weaving factory to competitors at a low price and paid wages to the workers.

Later, my mother looked at a dye formula from time to time, hugged her and said that this was their capital for a comeback, but before her mother could make a comeback, she fell ill and was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer, and her mother died not long after.

Lin Qian reached out and touched the tears on her face, and after so long, she still couldn't help crying.

"When you wake up, why are you crying?"

Mu Luan brought a bowl of clear noodle soup, but she didn't expect to see her face full of tears.

Lin Qian wiped away her tears and said, "I had a very sad dream!" ”

Mu Luan touched her head dotingly to show comfort, and said, "It's okay, it's all over." I made a bowl of noodles for you and ate it while it was hot. ”

Lin Qian touched her screaming stomach and got out of bed to eat noodles.

Mu Luan took the wet handkerchief and wiped her tears, Lin Qian puffed out her cheeks and kept hiding back, snatching the handkerchief with a little disgust.

Lin Qian said, "I'm hungry, don't make trouble!" ”

Mu Luan looked like she had succeeded, holding her head to watch her eat noodles, like a little soft hamster, very cute.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch her chin twice.

Lin Qian slapped her hand away and warned, "What about you touching the dog?" ”

Mu Luan stared at her like a clingy cat with her eyes, and said, "Look at you, you are very well-behaved, like a newborn puppy waiting to be fed." ”

Lin Qian rolled her eyes in disgust and said, "Get out!" ”

Mu Luan was scolded but felt very happy, why did she think that the little girl had become more and more beautiful recently, could it be because she had grown up?

Lin Qian was satisfied, wiped her mouth, and said, "I've thought about it, since it's not good to sell recipes, let's sell dye recipes, what do you think?" ”

Mu Luan smiled and raised his eyebrows, "How do you know so much?" ”

Lin Qian's mood instantly lowered, and she said with a little sadness, "I just dreamed of it." ”

Mu Luan was about to raise his hand, but Lin Qian immediately dodged and said, "Do you know that there is a dyeing workshop in the town?" ”

"Naturally, there is, but the dyeing workshop is very small, and it can't be sold at a good price."

Lin Qian said, "Let's go and see tomorrow, maybe there will be a special opportunity?" ”

I don't know why, every time I dream of my mother, I always have the idea of helping her make a comeback.

She only knew the formula of the dye, but she didn't know anything about it, and if she had a good helper who was proficient in this area, why not make a comeback.

The next day, Lin Qian went to the small cloth dyeing workshop and knocked on the door in the direction pointed by Mu Luan.

"It's coming!"