Zhang Kee Bun Shop was opened by a middle-aged couple who looked very simple.

The woman is making buns in the store, and the man is outside to greet customers.

Today is not a set, and it is not a meal point, and there are not so many people who eat steamed buns.

On the eight tables outside, only a few guests sat sporadically.

Song Qingyuan picked a table that looked relatively clean and put the flower basket on the side.

"Boss, let's have a meat bun and a vegetarian bun." Song Qingyuan said.

"Meat buns are three pennies, and vegetarian buns are two pennies."

"The meat buns have cabbage meat, green pepper meat, vegetarian buns have cabbage, green peppers, leeks, what kind of do you want?" The boss introduced that he didn't fool Song Qingyuan and Shiro because they were small.

"Does Shiro want cabbage meat, or green pepper meat?" Song Qingyuan asked Shiro.

"I eat cabbage." Shiro said loudly.

"Then let's have a cabbage meat, a cabbage bun with vegetarian filling." Song Qingyuan turned his head to the boss and said.

"Great!" The boss answered, and after a while, two buns were served.

Song Qingyuan pushed the meat bun in front of Shiro, and Shiro was just about to grab it, but was slapped by Song Qingyuan.

"Clip with chopsticks!" Song Qingyuan said.

They had just touched a lot of dirt and they hadn't washed their hands.

Shiro Nunu mouthed, obediently picked up the chopsticks, and laboriously held the bun.

Song Qingyuan also picked up his vegetarian buns, the skin of the buns was very thick, and the noodles were not very white.

When I took a bite, there was very little oil, and there was very chopped cabbage inside.

It's light and not tasty.

It's probably the worst bun she's ever tasted.

Shiro next to him ate very vigorously, gulping and stuffing his mouth.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you." Song Qingyuan said.

"Hmm!" Shiro nodded wildly, but his speed didn't slow down.

After a few strokes, the meat buns will enter the stomach.

After eating the meat buns, Shiro looked at the vegetarian buns that Song Qingyuan had bitten twice, licked his mouth and said, "Sister, can you eat it?" ”

Bear kids!

Song Qingyuan looked at Shiro and said, "Your meat buns didn't let me, so I won't give you your vegetarian buns." ”

Saying that, Song Qingyuan ate the vegetarian buns that he was already not going to eat, and ate them in one bite.

gave the boss five cents, Song Qingyuan picked up the flower basket and told Shiro the story of Kong Rong making pears.

"However, you can also buy meat buns, why do you want my meat buns?" Shiro looked at Song Qingyuan puzzled.

"I don't want your meat buns, but when you eat meat buns, you have to ask your relatives around you if you want to eat them? That's a good boy. Song Qingyuan patiently explained.

"But this is the meat bun I earned from working for you, why should I give it to you." Shiro pouted dissatisfied.

"Will my mother give you snacks when she eats?" Song Qingyuan asked.

Shiro nodded.

"Will Dad buy you buns to eat?"

Shiro nodded.

"Then why did they give it to you?"

"Because they are my father and mother, and I am their son."

"Yes, because we are a family, my father and mother will give you delicious food. So if you have something to eat, should you share it with your family? Song Qingyuan asked rhetorically.

"It should be ......," Shiro said with his head drooping and weak.

He didn't want to share it with others, he hadn't eaten enough of it himself.

Song Qingyuan looked at Shiro's appearance and sighed lightly, children protect food, and they still don't understand these big truths.

So he said, "If you had given me the meat buns at that time, I would have liked you more and would have bought you more meat buns to eat." ”

Saying this, Shiro immediately reacted, "Then next time, I will give you the buns." ”

.............

Ending the topic of steamed buns, Song Qingyuan took Shiro to the street.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the street, and when they saw Song Qingyuan and Shiro holding such a beautiful basket full of flowers, they couldn't help but look over.

"Sell flower baskets, sell flower baskets, let's take a look at what a beautiful flower basket!" Song Qingyuan shouted in a crisp voice.

"Sell flower baskets, sell flower baskets......" Shiro's immature little milk voice also sounded.

"Buy a flower basket, see how beautiful this flower basket is, go back and put it in the study, it will be pleasing to the eye in the bedroom." Song Qingyuan looked at the pedestrians on the road and introduced.

"How did you sell it?" Someone came over and asked for a price.

"Ten pennies a basket." Song Qingyuan said.

The visitor took a breath, "It's so expensive!" ”

"It's really not expensive, ten cents is the price of a bowl of noodles. You can't see anything when you eat noodles, and the flowers can be placed at home, which is fragrant and beautiful. Song Qingyuan said with a smile.

"This young lady should buy a flower basket, you are so beautiful, you must look better when you walk out with a flower basket." Song Qingyuan recommended it warmly.

"Alright, bring me a basket." The woman's eyes were tinged with love.

Looking at these baskets of flowers repeatedly, she couldn't make up her mind, and she liked each one very much.

Selective difficulty!

Song Qingyuan understood in seconds, so he picked up a basket of white flowers, "This flower basket is called tenderness like water, suitable for gentle, gentle and gentle women, and my sister is the most suitable for this." ”

The woman's face blushed when she heard this, "Little girl, your mouth is so sweet!" Then I'm going to want this. ”

Song Qingyuan had just received ten cents, and there was someone over there, "Help me pick a basket to see what kind of fit I am?" ”

Song Qingyuan looked up at the person who spoke, dressed in red, and spoke crisply.

So he handed over the red flower basket, "This basket is like a blazing sun, which is very suitable for your generous and bright personality like sister." ”

"And my ......"

"And me, pick me another basket."

People slowly gathered here, and they asked Song Qingyuan to pick up a flower basket that suited him.

According to the impression at first sight, Song Qingyuan made up a similar, good-sounding name.

It wasn't until his mouth was dry that he sold all ten baskets of flowers.

Ten people, nine women and one man, the man was still fooled by Song Qingyuan and bought it for his wife.

Song Qingyuan couldn't help but sigh that women's money is easy to make, especially women who love beauty.

"Sister, we sold it for a lot of money!" Shiro exclaimed happily, looking at the copper plates that entered Song Qingyuan's crossbody bag with a bang, Shiro's small mouth never closed.

A pair of small eyes stared at Song Qingyuan's bag, and swallowed his saliva, "Sister, can you divide my ......?"

Song Qingyuan smiled and patted Shiro's head, "As long as you are obedient, I will reward you." ”

"And if you work for me, I will pay you too."

"If you want money, you need to earn it yourself!"

Shiro's eyes rolled, "If you give me some, I won't tell my mother." ”

The implication is that if you don't give it to me, I'll tell my mother that you can save money for your private house.

"Tsk!" It's a threat to people at such a young age, Song Qingyuan smiled, "If my mother wants money, she has to work for me." ”

"That's why you're not good at me." Song Qingyuan shook his finger.

After a failed move, Shiro hurriedly grabbed Song Qingyuan flatteringly, "Then I'll find someone to work for my sister when I go back." ”

"Good!" Song Qingyuan said that he took Shiro to the previous merchant and bought a six-penny candy bar.

Shiro gave a penny before, and Li's five pennies.

The merchant gave a total of twenty yuan, and Song Qingyuan gave four of them to Shiro.

Sixteen pieces were wrapped.

"Sister, give you candy!" Shiro stretched out his hand, and a candy cube was put down in his hand.

"Shiro is so good, my sister doesn't eat it." Song Qingyuan pinched Shiro's little face.

Shiro quickly put the candy back and said, "I just gave you the sugar, you have to buy me more ......"

Song Qingyuan "......"