Facing the eyes of Zhang Mengjie and the old buddy, Xu Dongjia deliberately looked away from the two and put his eyes on the freshly baked pastries. Sprinkle melon seeds on the pastry, this practice is really unheard of and unseen.

"Since the little girls are so gracious, you might as well taste how their pastries differ from ours." No matter how much he ignored it, Xu Dongjia could still feel Zhang Mengjie's inquiring gaze and his guys' inquiring gaze. In that case, he might as well be a favor.

The guys were surprised to hear that their proprietors agreed to let them try the pastries, but they felt reasonable. There is no one who does not mind if someone comes to your house to provoke you, even if these people are forced to do so.

The proprietors agreed, how could they not eat in vain. Just like the pastries given by 'Xu Ji', many people know that they are not delicious, but they still snatch them for that little bargain, and so do they.

"Huh?" The old man was the closest to the pastry, and when he realized that someone was coming to get the pastry, he quickly took a piece of pastry that looked the best. After taking a small bite, a look of joy and sorrow appeared on his face.

The old man's look made the other guys who came to get the pastry retract their outstretched hands and looked at the old guy in confusion, whether the pastry can be eaten or not, all the guys are waiting for the old guy to give them an answer, and they can decide whether to take it or not.

The old man looked at everyone's confused looks, slowly ate the pastries in his hands, and when he was almost finished, he stuffed them into his mouth, and quickly grabbed several pastries and retreated to the side where there was no one.

The other guys reacted immediately and grabbed the rest of the pastries.

"Delicious. It's so delicious! It's a pity that the pastry disappeared as soon as I tasted it. Ay! ”

"yes, yes, it's the best thing I've ever eaten in my life."

Two people who had eaten their pastries quickly were silently discussing on the side.

"Is it really delicious? Tell us, what does this pastry taste like? One of the guys, who couldn't grab the pastry, asked.

This stove of pastries is only twenty or thirty pieces at most, Qingyu ate one piece just now, the old man ate one piece, and I don't know how many pieces I took later.

There are also twenty or thirty guys here, and some of them will naturally have the same kind of people when they see the old guys taking a few pieces at once, so it is impossible for every guy to get pastries. In this case, the question asked by Zhang Mengjie was also asked by someone for her again.

"What does it smell like?" The guy who ate the pastry heard his companion ask, thinking about what the pastry just ate tasted like. I thought for a while, as if I was talking to myself, "Of course the pastry is sweet." No, no, it's salty. Uh, is it sweet or salty? "This guy is a little tangled.

"It's as if the pastry below is sweet. The melon seed kernels on top are salty. Seems like that? The other guy was uncertain.

"Yes, yes, yes. That is true. A guy who was still eating pastries said: "This sweetness is not like the sweetness of the white sugar we usually eat, and it has a fragrance, sweet but not greasy, mixed with the saltiness of melon seeds and does not feel conflicting." It's amazing! ”

"Isn't it just a piece of pastry? Is it really that delicious? "The guy who didn't grab the pastry was a little unwilling because he regretted it. How they want to hear what they want to hear, so that they will have some balance in their hearts.

But?

"It's delicious, but it's a pity that it's only once." The old man, who was still holding a piece of pastry in his hand and had been silently eating by himself, said: "Little girl, if you open a pastry shop, this street, oh no, the whole capital may not have as many customers as you."

After the old man finished speaking, he felt that he shouldn't have said this in front of their host, he was really a man with a short mouth, and the old man really wanted to slap himself in the mouth. He cautiously glanced at Xu Dongjia with his peripheral eyes, and saw that Xu Dongjia's expression had not changed, so he calmed down.

And the guy who didn't grab the pastry on the side looked at the only old guy who was still eating and the pastry in his hand, as if the old guy had robbed them of their pastry. They knew that they couldn't blame the old man for it, but who made him take so much, and he was still eating, and they didn't have a single one. If he hadn't deceived them by what he had just done, they wouldn't have been able to eat something so delicious.

In fact, they knew very well in their hearts that they didn't want to believe Zhang Mengjie's words, and they didn't believe that the things made by these delicate beauties would be so delicious, except for the old guy and Qingyu, just now they heard Qingyu say that the pastries made by Xiao Meier were not as delicious as the meals she made. They subconsciously think that the beauty in front of them can't make something delicious, let alone something worse than the other things she makes.

But how did they know that the tastes of Qingyu and the others had long been raised by Zhang Mengjie. Although Chunlan's cooking skills are not as good as Zhang Mengjie and Xiao Meier, she has been taught by Zhang Mengjie anyway, and her cooking skills will not be bad. Speaking of which, they are to blame for their lack of judgment. At this time, they also regretted that they didn't listen to Zhang Mengjie's words and believed in Xiao Meier's skills.

The old man's small movements did not escape Zhang Mengjie's eyes, and she smiled: "Cheng Da Bo Jiyan, but if we open a pastry shop, you may have to go home and drink the northwest wind."

The old man smiled awkwardly when he heard Zhang Mengjie's words, but did not answer, this time he looked at his owner with some pity.

Then I heard Zhang Mengjie say: "I said just now that we won't get involved in pastries and won't break our promise." We've found another way to survive. ”

"Oh, I wonder what the little girl has found to survive?" 'Hui Kee' is not just such a pastry shop, and even if it is not a pastry shop, Xu Dongjia does not want to be related to other industries.

Zhang Mengjie didn't hide her plans to do: "Everyone has no food, clothing, housing and transportation, this food has not been involved, I don't know if the Xu family can let us go?"

Xu Dongjia smiled: "You girl is really interesting, I'm not a bully on the street, what do I care about?"

Zhang Mengjie also smiled: "I am relieved that Xu Dongjia said this, our future store will be on this street, if Xu Dongjia gives face, I hope to take care of the business of our garment shop in the future."

"Definitely, definitely." Xu Dongjia was just a kind word at first, but he quickly reacted and looked at Ma Fuan and said, "This street? Are you the shopkeeper who just bought the shop in front of you? ”

Ma Fuan said: "In front of Xu Dong's family, the old man doesn't dare to pretend to be the shopkeeper, the old man is just helping others take care of the store." (To be continued.) )