The shopkeeper was only slightly stunned for a moment, and then his face was faintly a little weirdly red, and then he waved his hand to Xiao Er, who was following him, and motioned him to go out.

The little two scratched his head, beckoned his hand and called out the chefs who were standing inside, while he himself reluctantly looked at the door a few times, and saw that the shopkeeper's face was not good, so he hurriedly walked away.

"Girl, what do you think?" After seeing Xiao Er leave, the shopkeeper actually made a heavy swipe towards the white peach.

Bai Tao was a little surprised, this shopkeeper was much smarter than he thought.

"I can't talk about it, let's make a dish for the shopkeeper." Bai Tao tilted his head and smiled.

The shopkeeper only felt that the little girl in front of him was not very good, looking at the thin arms and legs, as if he would break when he pinched it, and the clothes on his body were also tattered, and there were faintly some dried and blackened bloodstains, but those eyes were so bright that there seemed to be countless ideas hidden in her little head.

"Please." The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and pointed.

Bai Tao was not polite, rolled up his sleeves, scooped out a spoonful of clean water from the bucket by the stove, cleaned his hands, lifted the lid of the wooden pot stained with firewood ashes, raised his eyebrows, and the bottom of the pot was dirty.

She glanced at the shopkeeper, who hung his head in embarrassment.

"Shopkeeper, whether the guests eat your meal depends on the color and aroma of the food, but also depends on whether the food is clean, and you don't want the store to bring you a plate of dishes with sand and mud when you go out to eat, right?"

"What the girl said is very true."

"My surname is Bai."

"What is the White Girl going to cook in a while?"

Bai Tao glanced at the messy vegetables and meat stacked on the board, and had a headache.

Although eating spicy food has certain benefits for the body, eating heavy salt and spicy food for a long time will be counterproductive, and if there is a hidden disease, it will aggravate the attack.

It's just that if you suddenly cook some light meals, I'm afraid they won't be convinced of their craftsmanship, so they still have to start with spicy dishes.

Walking around in front of the stove, Bai Tao took a fancy to the dozen handfuls of cabbage piled up in the corner, to be precise, many of these dozen handfuls of cabbage have wilted and yellow, she pulled a few times, and it was still available, almost edible.

Then, in the corner of the kitchen, there was a bucket of water, covered with a wooden plank, and a stone was pressed on the board, and she smelled a little fishy smell through the gap in the board, and the occasional splash of water in it, and the fish was not dead.

Bai Tao nodded, took the cabbage on the side, Ma Yoer removed all the yellow leaves outside, revealing the white and tender vegetables inside, and cleaned them with water one by one, and the water beads fell on the vegetable leaves, like pearls falling on the jade plate, crystal clear, delicate, the shopkeeper never knew that washing a vegetable could be so pleasing to the eye.

When Bai Tao returned to the kitchen with the washed cabbage, she found that the cutting board was also dirty, she frowned, turned her head to look at the shopkeeper who was standing aside, and smiled lightly.

"Trouble the shopkeeper to help me get it."

"Okay."

The shopkeeper obediently took it, but Bai Mingxuan, who was squatting on the eaves, began to worry, he could see it after looking at it for a while, Bai Tao is going to fry the kitchen!

What to do?

What to do?

Bai Mingxuan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, do you want to go down and get my junior sister away now?

Does the junior sister have any blood hatred for this small restaurant? Why do you want to do this? Although this shopkeeper looks like a tiger's back, he has always been polite? Isn't it a junior sister when has she ever been bullied? Bai Mingxuan said in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.