From a distance, it is a picture of a beautiful woman in a purple dress dancing with butterflies among the flowers.

"Princess, you are so beautiful!" Dongmei walked over with a breakfast box.

"You girl is sweet-mouthed."

"I'm telling the truth, my princess is the most beautiful."

Dongmei thought to herself: Everyone said that the second princess was the first beauty in the Meiyu country, but they had never seen the eldest princess, otherwise the title of the first beauty should be for the eldest princess. In fact, in addition to not knowing how to cultivate, the eldest princess is no worse than the second princess. It's just that they didn't see the good of Princess Celestia.

"What are you going to eat today?" Mo Xin asked as he walked to the gazebo on the side.

The gazebo is made of fine agarwood wood, and there are some intricate patterns carved on it, although it is incomprehensible, but the appearance looks very beautiful.

"Bird's nest porridge, shrimp crystal dumplings and thousand-year-old snow lotus." Dongmei carefully held the thousand-year-old snow lotus in front of Mo Xin.

This thousand-year-old snow lotus is still the spoils of the princess's troubles in the imperial dining room before, and this thing is very expensive.

"Dongmei, let's eat together."

"I've already eaten it, princess, you use it slowly." Dongmei knew that the princess treated her like a relative, but outside the palace was outside the palace, and she still had to abide by the rules of the palace in the palace. She didn't want to cause any trouble for the princess.

"I'm going out to see the store today, and you'll bring a men's suit later." Mo thought that he hadn't been to the food building for a long time, and he should go and see it. By the way, take a look at a few more places and open a few branches.

"No."

As soon as Mo Xin took a sip of the thousand-year-old snow lotus, he heard a cat's meow, which sounded a little anxious.

"It's Blackie!"

Sure enough, this foodie took a fancy to the thousand-year-old snow lotus in her hand.

Xiao Hei rushed over, looking at the thousand-year-old snow lotus in the bowl, looking like he was still in time, which made Mo Xin can't help but smile.

"You guy, you ran out and disappeared for so many days, this is because you smell the smell of the thousand-year-old snow lotus, so you are willing to come back, right?"

"Meow ......" I was lucky, I just happened to come across it, this thousand-year-old snow lotus tastes particularly good, it's a waste for you to drink, or give it to me."

Xiao Hei unceremoniously jumped on the table and drank directly.

"You gluttonous cat." Mo Xin scolded with a smile, still very fond of Xiao Hei in his eyes.

Dongmei was a little helpless, this thousand-year-old snow lotus was given to the princess to drink, and this little black had to fight to drink it every time, she was really ignorant.

If Xiao Hei knew Dongmei's thoughts, he would definitely scold, "Ye is a spiritual cat, and he doesn't need to be sensible." “

After Mo Xin finished breakfast, he took Dongmei out of the palace.

As for the little black guy, he stayed in the palace and slept. God knows where this guy went to play, he slept when he was full, and he wasn't afraid of gaining weight. The life of this cat uncle is really enviable.

In the carriage, Mo Xin changed into a purple men's outfit, and Dongmei helped her make her head into a man's bun. A handsome young man is presented.

"Princess, how many girls who have not yet come out of the cabinet have been fascinated by your outfits?"

Dongmei sighed with emotion, remembering the eyes of those girls looking at her princess before, she wanted to laugh. If you let them know that Carefree is a big beauty, it is estimated that they will be dizzy.

"I don't know, this face is really handsome anyway." Mo Xin said that a jade-like face appeared in his mind, and the face carved out of the devil was even more handsome than her.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the food building, and the two got out of the carriage.

Walking in, the waiter Guizi saw Mo Xin coming, and greeted him very warmly, "Worry-free shopkeeper, you haven't been here for a long time." “

"It's been a few days since I came, how is the business in the store?" Mo Xin looked at the customers in the store, although there were not as many as when they came in winter, but there were quite a few.

"Business in the store has always been good in winter, but when spring comes, there are fewer people eating hot pot."

Hot pot was originally a good business in winter, and it tasted hot, but when the weather is hot, it is normal for business to decrease.

The store manager Ouyang Dong was entertaining guests, he was wearing an expensive dark purple robe, and sure enough, he relied on clothes, so it looked like his temperament had instantly improved by several grades.

Although Ouyang Dong is already in his thirties, the years have not left any traces on his face, and he still looks handsome.

He saw Mo Xin coming, and hurriedly came over to greet him, "Worry-free shopkeeper, I can be regarded as looking forward to you." ”

The shopkeeper said that the menu would change due to the weather in a while, but he waited day and night.

"I haven't been here for some days, Manager Ouyang, let's talk upstairs."

"No. Guizi went to brew a pot of high-quality Longjing tea and brought it up. ”

"No."

On the third floor of the food building, Mo Xin deliberately vacated a large private room for meetings.

Inside, there is a large long wooden table with modern style backrest chairs that can seat thirty people.

In the middle of the table is an oval vase with pink roses. The roses look fresh and should have been put on for today.

On the other side, there are also paper, brushes, inkstones, and charcoal made of ink. For their ancient people, writing brushes was a habit, and for modern people like Moxin, it was easier to write with charcoal.

Guizi quickly knocked on the door with a teapot and came in, poured tea for the three of them, and withdrew.

It stands to reason that Dongmei is a maid and will not give her tea, but it is just that the manager of the worry-free store treats her unusually. Let her sit with her, and give her a cup of tea.

"Manager Ouyang, you see that summer is coming, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the number of people eating hot pot will be relatively reduced. Therefore, the menu of our food hall must also be revised accordingly. “

"It's so good, I don't know how the carefree shopkeeper wants to modify it?" Ouyang Dong looked at Mo Xin expectantly, the handsome young man in front of him, although he was young, he had an extraordinary mind.

"In summer, because of the hot weather, people like to eat some foods that clear away the heat and relieve the heat, such as watermelon in summer is the most sought-after. In the summer, the main focus of our food hall is desserts and cold drinks.

First of all, we need to customize a batch of containers for desserts and cold drinks. There are three types of containers, which are small, medium, and large. “

As he spoke, Mo Xin drew a template on the paper, a small cup in the shape of an apple, with a few small words written on it. The small size is half the size of an adult's palm, the medium size is the size of a palm, and the large size is the size of a half palm.

Then Mo Xin drew more than 30 shapes of cups on the paper, some in the shape of fruits, some in the shape of flowers, some with ancient poems, and some with interesting comic graphics. Ouyang Dong looked at the more and more templates on the white paper, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even thicker.

The desserts and cold drinks sounded good, but now looking at these templates, he feels that the money is beckoning to him.

"As for the watermelons sold in the food house, they also need to be processed."

The same is to sell watermelons, if you simply wholesale watermelons and sell them, then this kind of business does not have any competitive advantages.

In modern fruit shops, watermelons are cut into small pieces and packaged for easy consumption. And those carvers with good skills have carved watermelons into works of art, and they are reluctant to eat them.

Although this is time-consuming and labor-intensive, the number of people will be greatly improved.

Mo Xin drew several sample patterns of watermelon carvings, some carved into roses, some carved into a bamboo painting, and some carved into small fish......

In addition to carving these patterns, you can also carve some good blessings on the watermelon, which is a metaphor for longevity than Nanshan, happiness every day, and good harmony for a hundred years. As for desserts, they are a little more complicated, and they are divided into two categories: slightly sweet and sweet according to the tastes of different people. The materials to be prepared are milk ......"

After about an hour, Mo Xin and Dongmei left the food building.

The two of them wandered around the street, perhaps because of Mo Xin's outstanding appearance, which always attracted some women to look at them along the way and talk in a whisper.

"This boy is really handsome."

"I wonder if he has a wife?"

"I'm so handsome, even if I want to be a concubine."

"Come on, the maids around people are all smart, you probably can't even be a maid."

"Hmph, you're no better."

“……“

Dongmei heard these women whispering and arguing, looking at Mo Xin's face, she had to sigh, red face is trouble, blue face is also trouble.

The two of them walked two streets, and when they saw a lot of people on one side of the street, they walked over and looked.

I saw a man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, dressed in coarse linen clothes with a lot of patches, about eleven or twelve years old, holding a little girl, about seven or eight years old, wearing slightly better clothes than the man.

The woman's face was very pale, a pair of small hands were bulging, a little swollen, and she lay motionless in the man's arms. On the wooden board on the side is written in stone the words "sell yourself and bury your sister". Maybe it was too hard to write, and the handwriting on the wooden board still had a little blood.

Look at that man is also a poor man, if he is not desperate, how can he be reduced to selling himself to bury his sister.

"Give him twenty taels of silver."

"Childe, do you want to buy him?"

"No, give him money and let him go."

is already a hard-working person, why let him lose his freedom again.

Dongmei gave the money to the man, and the man looked at Dongmei, "This is from my son-in-law, bury the person first, and live a good life by yourself for the rest." “

As soon as Dongmei said this, the onlookers looked at Mo Xin and thought: This handsome young master is very generous. This man was also lucky to meet such a good person.

The man looked at Mo Xin in disbelief, and said respectfully, "My name is Takagi, and when I bury my sister, I will repay my son as a cow and a horse." “

"No need, life is not easy, your road is still very long, don't always think about being a cow and a horse, you have to think about how to go in the future."

"Since Childe gave the money, then Takagi is Childe's person, and death is Childe's ghost. I also hope that the son will accept Takagi. The man's eyes were full of determination, as if Mo Xin said that if he didn't accept him, he would keep pestering her.

For this kind of dead-eyed person, there is only one other way, so Mo Xin decided to let him work to pay back the money first, "Bury my sister, go to the food building to find the store manager Ouyang Dong, say that you don't have to worry about letting you go, let him arrange a job for you, the twenty taels will be deducted from it, and when you pay off the money, go and stay with you." “

"No."