Ma Er laughed dryly, "I know, I know, what's wrong with you two today?" Why are you all talking about me? ”

"You're a big man, you're still afraid you can't say it?" Rokuro looked at him, "If we finish talking to you, you have to go to your heart." ”

"I know, I know," Ma Er waved his hand, and his expression paused, "I'll go and see the mountain grass girl tomorrow, okay?" ”

He Mai smiled, "That mountain grass must be happy." ”

Ma Er raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Early the next morning, Rokuro sent He Mai to Qinglu Village, and after leaving the stall, he went to the town.

Before leaving, Rokuro touched Xiao Hei's head, "Take a good look at the stall." ”

He Mai looked at Liulang's back and disappeared at the intersection, and then went back to the stall.

It's still early, and there aren't many people coming up to eat breakfast in the market, and the vendors are cooking the ingredients at hand.

As soon as He Mai put a pot of cold steamed buns into the small pot, he saw an old man in his fifties outside the door.

"Uncle is here to eat steamed buns? I'll have to wait a while, it's not out of the pot yet! He Mai greeted with a smile.

The old man hummed faintly, "Then I'll wait a while." ”

Some of the guests who came were indifferent and enthusiastic, some had more words and some said less, and they had seen a lot of things these days, and they knew that the stall was not easy and difficult, not only to get up early and go to bed late, but to deal with all kinds of people in the world, and sometimes it was more tiring to the heart.

A pot of steamed buns had just been fried, and He Mai asked the old man, "Uncle, how many buns do you want?" ”

"One." The old man glanced at the small pot in front of He Mai, "Fried buns are finished like this?" ”

"Yes, do you want porridge? There are sweet porridge and white porridge with toppings, all for a penny and a bowl. ”

"Don't." The old man's face showed three points of indifference, "I want buns." ”

He Mai took the bun and turned to go to the side.

Behind him, the old man tasted a bite of the bun and frowned, "What kind of stuffing is this?" ”

"It's stuffed with bamboo shoots and bamboo rat meat, and a little chicken broth is added, so it still has umami." He Mai replied softly.

When the guests who come to eat breakfast every day eat meat buns, many people will ask what kind of stuffing the buns are, and He Mai answers like this.

When guests ask this, they generally think that this meat bun is fragrant and delicious, and most of them are praised.

Hemai has been thinking about getting the brand quickly these days, writing the filling of the vegetable and meat buns on the brand, and the toppings of the white porridge are also written on the brand, so the guests of the province have asked more.

Unexpectedly, when she answered like this today, she was swept over by the old man with a cold eye, "Rat meat? How can something like rat meat be put in a bun? ”

He Mai was stunned for a moment and explained: "It's a bamboo rat, not a mouse." The bamboo rats are home-raised, and they eat bamboo and corn soybeans every day, and they are very clean and ......."

She thought that this old man should be the same as the Qin family, and when she heard the word bamboo rat, she felt that things were not clean. That's fine, she just has to explain.

"Rats are unclean things!" The old man looked at He Mai very unhappily, regarded He Mai's explanation as a quibble, and slapped the table, "I also said how delicious your steamed bun stall is, it turns out to be a black-hearted workshop!" ”

The old man suddenly had a difficult time, and He Mai explained a few words to him, but it didn't work, so he simply didn't explain it to him.

"This uncle, if you think that the steamed buns are not in good taste, you can say bluntly, I won't accept the money for the buns. Why bother making things difficult here and making a fuss about my filling? He Mai's face was extremely calm, "You go, I won't take your money." ”

"Who would owe you money for a penny or two buns?" The old man sneered twice, "I just think it's strange, how can anyone come to eat a black-hearted bun stall like yours?" I've been fooled by the rhetoric of your little girl! ”

The old man waved his hand, and his voice was particularly clear in the early morning dawn market, and it attracted many people in a short time.

"If you add rat meat to your buns, I will go to the yamen to sue you!" It's going to eat the dead! The old man said indignantly.

"You only ate one bite of this bun and yelled, if you want to find fault, you should always change the excuse." He Mai said coldly, "We also went through the regular process of Xiaoshi to come out of the stall, whether it is the bun skin or the bun filling, if there is a problem, you can go to the Yamen to find a work to check!" ”

"You think I'm not going to look for it!" The old man's face was extremely mean, "Black-hearted bun stalls like you who come out to cheat people out of money, I see one by one!" ”

He Mai frowned, "So you're just here to find fault and make things difficult, not to eat steamed buns?" ”

"Isn't it?" The old man sneered twice, "I'm doing this to let the people who come to your house to eat steamed buns see your black-hearted workshop clearly!" Let less people be deceived, spend money to eat such disgusting dirty things, hum......"

Look, there are already some people gathered around to watch the excitement, and there is no shortage of vendors in the market.

The same couple who told He Mai and Rokuro to go to the street office that day were among them, and the woman, who was still stained with flour on her hands, saw He Mai and quietly shook her head at her.

The old man was still shouting loudly, and He Mai was already a little irritable, so he put down the spatula in his hand and shouted loudly: "Xiao Hei, send off!" ”

When the old man was counting the porridge buns one by one, and was clamoring for He Mai to go to prison for a few days, a black shadow suddenly rushed in from outside the stall, grabbed the old man's neck and lifted it out.

The old man fell to the ground one by one, and before he could react, he was lifted out.

Seeing the pair of dark and angry eyes on the side of his neck, the old man was almost frightened, and he didn't care about finding faults, so he got up and ran.

"Blackie, come back!" When He Mai saw that the old man had run away, he beckoned Xiao Hei to come back.

The circle of spectators in front of the stall had seen enough of the excitement, and looked at the old man's embarrassed figure with a smile, and dispersed after a while.

The crowd was almost gone, and the woman who had shaken her head at the wheat came over.

"That's the old guy of the Li family's bun shop, everyone who has been here for a long time knows it." The woman said.

He Mai was stunned for a moment, quickly reacted, and asked keenly: "So...... He was sent by the Li family's bun shop to make things difficult for me? ”

"Where is it so simple," the woman smiled bitterly, "You came to Qinglu Village to do business, don't you know the Li family?" You steamed bun stall, I'm afraid that you have robbed some customers of the Li family's steamed bun shop, they are trying to drive you away! ”

He Mai said calmly: "There are a lot of steamed bun stalls in Kexiao City, the steamed bun shop at the entrance of the village is the largest, and the most people eat steamed buns, and I haven't seen their family being bullied by the Li family's steamed bun shop!" ”

"That steamed bun shop has been open in Qinglu Village for decades, and it is not so easy to catch up, not to mention, I heard that there is a way for that steamed bun shop to continue to stay in Xiaoshi City, Qinglu Village!" The woman said.