Tian Pozi stood outside and found that there was no Xiao Er staring at her, so she listened closely.

I'm really curious about what is going on inside.

You must know that since the cake was delivered, she and Mrs. Ma have always been in contact with the shopkeeper, and they have never met the owner.

If you want to say who has seen the owner of this restaurant, Qian Mishou.

He is the only one who has seen it, from the proprietor, the shopkeeper, to the second child, and the little baby here. More precisely, these people all knew him.

Because this restaurant is Yipinxuan, it is the four-story restaurant where Qian Mishou couldn't kneel and stretched out his little hand, and he had to give the little general mushrooms for nothing, and then he was coaxed downstairs by Shunzi himself.

It is also one of the best restaurants in Fengtian City in terms of private cuisine.

But everyone doesn't know, they don't know each other, including Song Fusheng who came here to send garlic.

Although he knew that Mi Shou had seen the little general in this place, he didn't think much about it.

After all, it's not a big deal, who can mention that.

Said that my child, I have seen the young master of the Guogong Mansion family in this restaurant?

The more valuable people are, the more they can't easily take people out to pull the banner, people know who they are, don't show their stuffing. It's disgusting to be like that, it's too annoying.

Song Fusheng didn't mention this stubble, and the others didn't know about it.

The proprietor didn't know that there was still a "Qian Mi Shou" thing, and he knew that there was a guy who sold cakes and those who sold garlic together, in the countryside and countryside.

Selling garlic, the owner didn't take it seriously at all, because there were leeks in front, which was not unusual.

As for the cake seller, although the shopkeeper reported it to him, he only passed by.

Because this is Fengtian City, all year round, there are too many people who come here from all over the world to sell fresh food, and those who sell strange things are all worried about coming here to make a fortune, just for the real rich and noble people who live here.

But there are a few that can really be done.

There are a few more who can really get into the eyes of nobles and work for a long time.

For example, when it comes to eating.

If he can make him, the proprietor, personally come out for an interview, go to someone to dig it up, or buy a buyer's son, at least it will have to go through a period of market testing, and it will not be eliminated or replaced soon.

And in this process, he only needs to look on the sidelines, and the work of tapping the market potential has to be done by those people. When those people have almost laid the groundwork for Zhang Luo, he will see if it will blow over with a gust of wind and be fresh for a while, or if the nobles really like it, and then he will come forward.

When the time comes, if you can follow the trend at home and study other people's crafts, you will naturally study it yourself.

After all, you have it there, he has it here, and Yipinxuan's customer source and environment will definitely be better than you in all aspects. If the craft is not exclusive, you will be completely eliminated by him.

If you can't, you will try to buy Fangzi, or go to dig up other craftsmen and work in his restaurant.

Therefore, when those people can't afford to buy shops and can only come to the restaurant to sell on their behalf, Chen Dongjia is very welcome to get fresh food from all over the world to sell it to him.

In this way, he can not only rely on other people's fresh craftsmanship to attract the attention of nobles, but also earn a share of money without effort or investment, and the risk of not doing it does not belong to him. The day he really does it, it will completely enter his sight.

Right now, the cake has really entered the sight of Chen Dong's family.

However, this is not the time to talk about that, you have to talk about the past in front of you.

What Chen Dongjia and Mrs. Ma said before, Mrs. Tian didn't hear it, what she only heard was:

"Old lady, are you going to ask for a nobleman? You're welcome, who you are when you are.

Don't talk about you, it's me, if you want to kneel down to the door, you have to know where the door opens, and you have to be a noble person to make me kneel.

We, in the eyes of the nobles, are just a servant. People rarely eat the bite we serve, that's it. ”

"Owner, but I really can't do it, our lives are cheap, we have to have a cake to give, you just kill me, I will be busy with my fingers in two days, and I can't make it up."

"It has to be done." The owner was in a hurry, but he didn't expect that the good thing was stuck in the old lady, and it became a hot potato.

Offend people, the old lady and their gang don't care, does he want to mix up?

No one needs to comment on a sentence or two, the housekeeper who runs errands for that "grandma" has to laugh at him.

People won't say anything, but can they turn back?

Ah, the Yin family of Fengtianfu has it if you buy it, that is, the third-grade official family has it, and the second-grade official family wants to buy it, not to mention that the "grandmother" is the daughter of the first-grade national mansion. Is he turning a corner and dying, offending the most awesome families in Fengtian City together?

Chen Dongjia's brain was evil, and he was frightened by himself, and his chubby body stepped forward:

"Old lady, I'll send you a car to pull it."

"I've got to have something for you to pull."

The owner was crowned: "Save all the time, do it, come here to do it, send a car to pick you up, and send it away when it's done." What you need is to make cakes on the stove steamer, as well as rice flour sugar and oil, the restaurant provides. I'll provide you with another stove room, and the restaurant master will be at your disposal at night. ”

Mrs. Ma wrinkled her eyebrows and looked at Chen Dongjia like two fools, and thought: What time is it, you still want to dig up my secret recipe. I'll tell you what the stove looks like, and then teach the restaurant master by hand, right?

Mrs. Tian was in a hurry outside. What's going on?

What's the matter, you must know that in ancient times, a large family lived together, aunts and aunts, and there was no separation of families, it was a real person who achieved the Tao and the chicken dog ascended to heaven, the kind of a big family.

So Lu Zhiwan pulled her fingers, how much to buy, her own family, her mother-in-law's house has to be sent, her aunt's house has to be sent, she is the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law has to send the yard, and the children at home have to eat.

Her mother's house, her grandmother's place, must order the most spectacular one to be sent to the hospital, so that her grandmother can see and laugh from a distance, and also look fresh.

Her mother's place has to be given even better, even better than that given to her mother-in-law.

Her brother, Lu Pan, has to order the most beautiful one. Don't know how to fight and kill every day, look at the flowers and plants, and then eat into your stomach, it is best to make two poems that have nothing to do with fighting and killing, and they can have something to do with the love of children.

Also, two sisters, a sister's house, and my grandfather's house, my grandmother is very sweet, and my grandfather's house has a lot of yards. In fact, there are still a few close aunts, forget it, wait for the clarity.

Then Lu Zhiwan calculated, let the word be transmitted, then order thirty-nine, three of them, don't do the kind of Yu Fu, they should be bigger than the Yu family, the bigger the better. And also let the messenger tell the owner of Yipinxuan, don't stipulate what style the dim sum chef does, let the master come casually, as long as each is meticulous, it will be delivered in two days.

The owner of this Pinxuan owes his mouth, and he said to the person who came, in fact, there is no need to order a big size, because what is given to Yu Fu is one layer, and we have three layers here.

Someone asked, can you add a layer? That's three nine-story ones. Nine, the largest number in ancient times.

Thanks to Chen Dongjia's brain, his brain was not hot enough to take a bite, he said that it was enough to choke, he had seen it, and it seemed that the stack was too high and would collapse.

Regardless of whether there are nine or nine layers, let's talk about thirty-nine first, even if it is one layer, it can't be done, right?

But begging for mercy and pushing it away, the owner said that the thief was evil, saying that you don't want to mix in Fengtian City? The big official, the big official, it's so big that you can't imagine it.

also scare Mrs. Ma, you sell the one with a lower official position first, and go to the mansion with a high official position, you push it off, you substitute it yourself, change you, do you have any ideas?

Mrs. Ma substituted for a moment: What's the matter, look down on my house? I'm afraid we can't afford to eat and can't afford to pay money?

This business has been done to such an extent, and there is really no one.

In the row.

For some reason, Mrs. Ma came here.

"How do you sell that girl?"

"She, she has sixteen taels of silver, because she is fat, so it is expensive."

Forget it, ask what are you doing with this.

Mrs. Ma said, boss, let me ask you, how much do we get for the shops in Fengtian City.

"You ask."

"I'd like to inquire about everything."

The boss laughed.

The main street, old lady, don't think about it, it's just that the family takes advantage of the gold ten thousand taels, and you can't buy it, all of it belongs to the nobles of each province, and it is all given to each province, or it is the private property of a noble son and a noble daughter to marry.

"You're asking about the periphery, right? A few near the entrance to the city, like this large," pointed to a hut: "Three or four hundred taels." ”

What, three or four, a hundred taels of silver? Mrs. Ma looked at the small dilapidated house, which was so small.

The boss laughed again and said, old lady, do you know where this is?

You must know that when we go out to buy a bun, we may meet the family members of the Wupin official family. Not to mention the higher ups. When you go out, you are not the children of the noble people, but you are also related to the rich and noble.

What about the dwellings.

There is a truth about housing, no one sells good places, even those where ordinary people live, and there are very few houses for sale. After all, guarding Fengtian City, it is easy to find a job. And in the poor area of the city, there are some for sale, one hundred and ten taels of silver, but the house is small and broken, do you want to go and see it?

The boss of the bank wanted to call the guy and let Mrs. Ma take him to see it.

Mrs. Ma said with a smile, no, no, just to ask.

Home.

As soon as Mrs. Ma entered the house, Song Fuling gestured to Zhang Luo with chopsticks in her hand, "Milk, it's just right, the braised pork made by my mother is delicious, you can taste it." ”

Mrs. Ma looked at Song Lingling and Qian Mishou, who were exactly the same little grease mouth, and sighed.

Qian Peiying wiped her hands with the apron on her body, and hurriedly brought in a bowl of rice.

She didn't care about eating it, because her daughter would be a good person, so let her make more braised pork soup for other children, and said, Mother, you don't give meat, you don't give soup, you are too picky, those are my friends.

I've never seen braised pork and you have to boil half a pot of soup.

"Fat girl."

"What's wrong?" Song Fuling put another piece of chopsticks and meat in her mouth, and picked it up: "Milk, do you want to buy an ox cart?" Go to the store and ask about the price, is it too expensive? Then don't buy it in Mukden City. Ponder it, everything is expensive there. If you do this, you can send the news to the cake delivery team, and the prices in various places will be under control in the future. Specify those counties, there is a price difference. ”

How do you know that I want to buy a cow in my heart, no, it's not a cow, Mrs. Ma whispered.

The meat on Qian Mishou's chopsticks suddenly fell, and he looked at his sister with big eyes.

I thought: It's over, sister, you're doing a lot of work.

Song Fuling immediately coughed: "Cough, cough." ”

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