The little beggar who heard this couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the steamed buns he ate almost choked him.

Nan Angui looked at him puzzled: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"We men don't know how to make money yet." The little beggar smiled bitterly and said, "The world is sad. If we were able to do any hard work, we would not be reduced to beggars, begging for food every day. ”

“……”

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was supposed to study in the school, but now he can only succumb to the ruined temple, nibbling on a steamed bun that others have given him.

If Xiao Bu was born in a family with a background, he should be a young man now.

The son is Wen Ruyu, and it is not too much to say in him.

But now the dirty dust has covered his clear eyes, and the helplessness in his words has stabbed Nan Anzhuo's heart even more.

"Do you know that the pastry shop in this city is not very tasty?"

"Huh?" Xiaobu thought his ears had heard it wrong.

People who come to Linzhou City for the first time, if they want to inquire about the food in this city, they will definitely ask which food is the best, but this sister is asking whose food is the worst.

"There is a festive pastry in the east of Linzhou City, and the store is a middle-aged man in his 40s."

"Is his food hard to eat?"

"If it's hard to eat, it's impossible to settle down in Linzhou City." Xiaobu replied very seriously.

Indeed, I heard the snacks of Linzhou City all over the country a few years ago. The food here can be described as the best in the world, so if it is a little unpalatable, it will be closed long ago.

But why did Xiaobu recommend his family?

Xiao Bu ate the last bite of steamed buns in his hand, chewed for a while, and finally swallowed it and said: "His family's pastries used to be an overlord of Linzhou City, but the pastry chef suddenly went to another pastry shop in the city with the secret recipe one day. ”

Speaking of which, Nan Angui has almost understood what happened.

Probably after this secret recipe was revealed, this festive pastry was no longer the only successful pastry shop, so the customer flow was certainly not as good as before.

"Can you take me to his house?"

"You

Is there any money on it? ”

"Penniless." Nan Angui said to him with a smile.

Xiaobu sneered and shook: "Then do you go to his house and his house to beg for food?" His boss wouldn't give us beggars his pastries lightly. ”

"I'm here to help him."

………

In the festive pastry shop, as soon as he entered, he smelled the aroma of the pastries, Xiaobu couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his eyes looked up and down on those pastries.

"Hey, hey, why are you beggars still in my house? Get me out quickly, or don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Shopkeeper Lin is the owner of this festive pastry, and no one comes to buy these pastries on weekdays, which is bad enough, and now even the little beggar dares to come to his house to covet these pastries.

"Shopkeeper Lin, don't be impatient." Nan Angui said softly, "I'm here to help you this time." ”

"Huh, help me?" Boss Lin sneered disdainfully, "I originally thought it was just two beggars who came in, but I didn't expect it to be a madman." ”

Xiao Bu said to him that he was already red-faced, and he was about to leave with Nan Anzhuo.

Nan Angui stood there motionless, not angry.

Instead, he continued to smile and said: "Your pastries are so expensive, although they are delicious, but there are already several pastry shops in this city that taste similar to yours, and they are all cheaper than yours." ”

"You know what?" Boss Lin suddenly scolded angrily, "Those people came to my house's secret recipe, and they used defective raw materials, and the taste was natural, which was not as good as my family." ”

"But the taste is the same, you have to admit that."

"So what?" Boss Lin suddenly shouted in annoyance.

This is what he has always had a headache for, if he uses those defective ingredients, he will directly smash the brand of its festive pastry.

However, the common people would rather eat something that does not taste very good, and are not willing to spend a few pennies to buy things here.

"If Boss Lin believes me, I can help you change some of the secret recipes." Nan Angui stood there, full of confidence, which made Xiaobu and Boss Lin slightly stunned.

Boss Lin yelled and said, "Don't delay my time here, get out of here." ”

As he spoke, he was going to beat him with a wooden stick

People, Xiaobu was afraid that Nan An Gui would be injured, so he urged in a low voice: "Sister, let's go out." ”

Nan Angui stepped back as he continued to explain.

Suddenly, she saw the most conspicuous piece of mung bean cake on the shelf, and she suddenly said: "If the mung beans are soaked in well water, the taste will definitely be a little bitter, so you need to add more sugar." ”

"Let's go."

Nan An Gui was pushed, but the words in his mouth did not stop: "In this way, the taste of customers will feel too sweet, Boss Lin can use the water of the mountain spring to soak mung beans, reduce the sugar a little, add some honey appropriately, and the mung bean cake will be extremely delicious." ”

Boss Lin was stunned for a moment, subconsciously pursed his lips, and scolded loudly: "Where did the madman come from, he actually taught me to make pastries here." ”

Finally, Nan An Gui and Xiaobu were ruthlessly driven out.

Standing in the sun, Xiaobu said with a sad face: "Sister Xiaozhuo, I won't accompany you next time there is such a thing." ”

"Thank you." Nan Angui chuckled and thanked Xiaobu for being willing to accompany her, and had been protecting her just now.

Xiaobu said with some frustration: "It seems that your method of making money is useless. ”

"Not necessarily." Nan'an Gui's eyes were filled with great confidence, "We'll come here again tomorrow morning." ”

"Huh? Still coming! ”

"I'll fill my stomach when you come back tomorrow." Nan Angui smiled and looked up at the brand of the festive pastry.

Early in the morning of the second day, although Xiaobu was extremely reluctant, he could not rest assured that Nan Angui would come by himself.

So he followed her and said thoughtfully: "Boss Lin saw us recently, I don't know what he will use to hit us?" ”

"Why fight?" The corners of Nan Angui's mouth hooked up a confident smile, "He still wants to thank me." ”

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the door of the festive pastry shop to be pushed open, and Boss Lin saw the two beggars standing at the door at a glance.

Xiaobu subconsciously took a few steps back, and carefully tugged at Nan Anzhuo's sleeve, wanting her to be careful.

"Is that you?" There was a slight shock in Boss Lin's eyes.