I don't know if it's because this fried jelly is indeed a fresh food, or because the fragrance that wafts all over the alley and wafts to the whole street attracts people's taste buds, before five o'clock in the afternoon, all the fifteen catties of jelly brought by Tian Xinmiao were sold out.

Mo said that Han Yuqing, who helped her from time to time, smacked her tongue, and it was the other two nearby stall owners who had a weak business and waited for a little money to make a little money after work, smacking their tongues in their mouths, with unconcealed envy in their eyes, and seemed to be jealous.

"Girl, what is your fried noodles made of, and why is it so delicious?" The bun stall owner asked.

Tian Xinmiao let them taste it as soon as it opened, and the taste was really not ordinary.

"It's not a good thing, it's made of artichokes." Tian Xinmiao replied with a smile while packing up his things.

"Artichoke, how is that possible?" The braised pork probe was surprised.

"Can you tell us how you did that?" The bun stall owner coaxed with a smile on his face.

"Miao Fuquan, quickly put away your careful thoughts."

Before Tian Xinmiao replied, Han Yuqing hurriedly reprimanded Miao Fuquan, the owner of the steamed bun stall, and then said to Tian Xinmiao, "Don't listen to him, you finally have a livelihood, but you can't be coaxed by them." ”

"Han Yuqing, it's not that you want to learn this craft!" The braised pork detective looked clear and said with mockery.

"Miao San Fat, what kind of bullshit are you putting on, I'm not like the two of you, eating from the bowl and trying to dominate the pot."

"Y-you-"

Miao Sanfat seemed to be unable to remember how to scold Han Yuqing so much that he couldn't open his mouth for a while.

"With her virtue, no wonder she has become an old girl."

It seems that Miao Fuquan, the owner of the steamed bun stall, has a lot more eyes than Miao San.

"What does it have to do with you whether I marry or not." Han Yuqing let out a loud roar.

"That is, she doesn't eat yours, she doesn't use yours, and she doesn't need you to worry about it."

Tian Xinmiao's face, which was opposite to the smiling face, also turned cold, packed up his things, and pulled Han Yuqing, who had already sold out of vegetables, out of the alley.

"Xinmiao, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, if they make you bad, I'm afraid you won't be able to sell fried noodles tomorrow."

"It's okay, it's not that serious."

Tian Xinmiao had her own plans in her heart, but after such a fuss, her thoughts changed.

"Sister Yuqing, I see that Uncle Jincai is not bad at the breakfast stall, why are the two on the other side of the country that are so virtuous?"

"Actually, they haven't been here for a long time, and they are from Miaozhuang Village above, because they are close to here, so they are a little crazy."

Han Yuqing paused slightly, his frowning brows stretched, "How did I forget, you rented Uncle Zhang's stall, they don't dare to do anything, Uncle Zhang has not only stayed here for a long time, but his home is in the Fuxing Village outside the ferroalloy factory." ”

After Han Yuqing said this, Tian Xinmiao had a number in his heart.

The next day, Tian Xinmiao arrived at the vegetable market a little earlier, and muttered for a while with Zhang Jincai in the corner behind the stall that was used as a temporary kitchen.

When Zhang Jincai was leaving, he talked to Miao Fuquan and Miao Sanfat.

In the afternoon, although the two of them floated over from time to time with jealousy and fierce eyes, they didn't make any mistakes, so Tian Xinmiao's business was still going well.

Early in the morning of the third day, Tian Xinmiao picked up the cold powder and held a small porcelain basin with a lid in his hand.

This morning, she taught Zhang Jincai how to make soy milk and tofu brain, and Zhang Jincai's business in front of the stall was obviously much better.

Zhang Jincai had a happy face when he left, and his mouth was full of daughters, and his daughters affectionately called Tian Xinmiao.