When He Laimi sat on the kang, Luo Qinghe looked at He Laimi expectantly, "Third grandma, did you bring sugar to Qinghe again, the sugar tastes really good." ”

Luo Qinghe smashed his mouth, revealing greed.

"Girl...... He Laimi stopped talking in time, and stiffly pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, "Qinghe, the third grandmother has no sugar today, and I will definitely bring it to you next time." ”

Luo Qinghe nodded obediently.

"Qinghe, can you find the note that the third grandmother asked you before?" Ho Laimi asked in a friendly low.

Luo Qinghe was pretending to be stupid before, and then he was procrastinating.

"Third grandma, I really didn't see it, except for my uncle, who can write, how can anyone else use paper." Luo Qinghe said bitterly.

"What about your father, you didn't bring any notes back from Tiangou Ao before?" He Laimi frowned, his expression was no longer very pleasant, after all, every time he asked like this, he couldn't get an answer, so it was strange to be happy.

"Some time ago, I went to Tiangou Ao with my father and mother, and that was the first time I went, and when I came back, there was no note." Luo Qinghe tilted his head, as if thinking.

"Not that time, I was already making a bun ...... that time" He Laimi looked angry, and the words in his heart almost came out, and he hurriedly covered his mouth after realizing it.

"Make a bag? Bun? Luo Qinghe said with a puzzled face.

"Qinghe, the third grandmother said it before, when your father and mother went before, did you bring back a note? Did you bring it back and give it to your grandma? He Laimi said with a smile and diverted the topic.

Luo Qinghe thought hard, and then shook his head, "No, grandma doesn't know how to read, so if you want to give it to your uncle." ”

He Laimi came back to his senses in an instant, yes, his eldest brother and sister-in-law are illiterate, and this note must be in Luo Yougen's.

"Qinghe, then you go to your uncle to find it for the third grandmother." He Laimi smiled so much that his face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum.

"Uncle went to a private school, but he wasn't at home." Luo Qinghe spread his hands and said.

"Then you go and look in his room." He Laimi said impatiently.

"But Uncle took all the books and everything to the private school." Luo Qinghe said seriously.

"Then ......" He Laimi couldn't get angry.

"Second sister." Luo Jiamiao walked in the door with a large piece of paper in his hand, "Uncle wrote this ...... before"

Before Luo Jiamiao finished speaking, He Laimi quickly pulled the paper in Luo Jiamiao's hand, and saw that a lot of words were neatly written on it, and he was full of joy, "Isn't there any?" ”

"Qinghe, Xiaomiao, this third grandmother will lend it to Heitu to study." He Laimi folded it roughly, put it on his chest, and then rushed out of Luo Qinghe's room without stopping.

"Eh, third grandma, that's ......" Luo Jiamiao anxiously rushed to the door, He Laimi was faster, and disappeared in an instant.

Luo Jiamiao smiled when she saw this, turned around and entered the house, and said with bright eyes, "Second sister, is this it?" ”

"Uh-huh." Luo Qinghe smiled and nodded, "Second brother's handwriting has improved a lot, I glanced at it just now, and the writing is getting better and better." ”

Since He Laimi wants the secret recipe for steamed buns so much, then make one for her, Luo Qinghe and Luo Jiashu got together, racked their brains to think of the "secret recipe", Luo Jiashu practiced diligently, and then took the paper to write, looking at the ink, it should have just been written, as for the taste of the steamed buns made by this "secret recipe", it is indescribable.

"I think so too." Luo Jiamiao nodded in agreement, "Although it is much worse than Uncle, it looks better than before." ”

"Tomorrow I'm going to Splendid Cloth Village to sell scriptures, what do you say?" Luo Qinghe asked with a smile, these days, Luo Jiamiao has also made a lot of purses, and one is better than the other.

"I'm also going to sell purses, and I want to sell them myself." Luo Jiamiao said excitedly.

"Okay, when grandpa and grandma come back, we'll tell them." Luo Qinghe smiled and nodded.

"Qinghe, how is the second brother writing the 'secret recipe'?" Luo Jiashu swayed into the room and asked with a smile.

"Very good." Luo Qinghe smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Since the date of marriage and marriage has been chosen, Luo Jiashu has not followed him to the town every day to sell steamed buns, but occasionally stays at home to enrich himself, goes to the field to weed, follows Luo Qinghe to recognize words, practices calligraphy by himself, and writes account books at night.

The number of steamed buns made every day is clear to yourself, as long as there are no accidents, the accounts are very clear; And when he doesn't go, his eldest brother Luo Jiadi goes, and he counts now.

As long as there is a difference, he will use a charcoal pen to sit down on the wooden board and mark it and bring it back to tell himself, now Luo Jiashu is doing the accounts, and he has taken Luo Jiadi with him, Luo Jiashu thinks that he will go to the town to find a shop to be the bookkeeper in the future, and the accounts at home still need to be done.

He was taught by Luo Qinghe, and he also wanted to be able to teach the person who took over by himself.

"I don't know why the third grandmother had a whim, it stands to reason that she got a secret recipe to make steamed buns, which is against us, it is not authentic, think about how the third grandmother is unreliable, the third grandfather will not agree." Luo Jiashu wondered.

"If you get the secret recipe, you don't have to make it yourself, you can sell it to others." Luo Qinghe said with a smile, "Since our family started selling steamed buns, the business of other stalls selling steamed buns in the town has plummeted, can you be willing?" ”

"Could it be that they plucked the third grandmother to steal the secret recipe?" Luo Jiashu frowned.

"Not necessarily, it's just a possibility." Luo Qinghe said, "The details will not be known until the two sides tear their faces." ”

"Hehe, we've written it meticulously, and I think the secret recipe should be able to be sold." Luo Jiashu squeezed his eyebrows and said.

"Well, the third grandmother shouldn't have the leisure to come to our house to make trouble after that." Luo Qinghe nodded with a smile.

At this time, He Laimi, very excited, crossed the door and did not enter, walked directly towards the donkey cart at the entrance of the village, it is still early, the donkey cart has not yet arrived at the point of departure, sure enough, after He Laimi saw the donkey cart parked at the entrance of the village, he was refreshed, it was really lucky, and it was particularly smooth today.

By the time He Laimi arrived in Luoxia Town, Luo Laotian's steamed bun stall had already ended, because He Laimi looked from a distance, and Luo Changgen and the others were busy packing up their things.

He Laimi was patient on the outside, smiled and began to go shopping, in fact, he was very anxious, and from time to time he turned his head to look at Luo Changgen and them, fortunately Luo Laotian and Wang Guihua did not come to the town today, and after seeing them walk out of the town gate, He Laimi breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to Aunt Wang's stall.

"The big sister is here." Aunt Wang looked at He Laimi's happy appearance, and she must have taken two meat buns to He Laimi very generously.