In the Chen Ji bun shop on the breakfast street of the optical factory.

At this time, the crowd was crowded, all looking at the cardamom girl in the house.

The girl just used the simplest household seasoning.

The vegetable juice changed colors in her hands.

"Blanch spinach with salt and fix the color with baking soda, purple potato beets fix the color with vinegar, pumpkin doesn't need to fix the color......"

Cen Jia explained softly, and the movements in his hands did not stop.

She is not afraid of people stealing teachers, and the solid color itself is very simple, that is, if she doesn't say it today, as long as someone has a heart to find a northerner to inquire, she will know what's going on.

The rarest thing about her bun is the shape, the noodles are soft, they are not formed when they are steamed, the noodles are hard and stiff, and they don't taste fragrant and soft.

"You're steaming in the pot, heh, I want to see if your spinach turns green and doesn't change color!" The man breathed out of his nostrils, and he almost laughed.

He had never heard of a little salt and baking soda that would not change color.

Cen Jia chuckled, didn't reply to his words, and steamed the pinched steamed buns in the pot.

Actions speak louder than words!

As long as everyone can see that she uses natural ingredients, not only can this crisis be resolved, but also make her famous for free.

"Yes, I tried it at home, and the dumplings made of spinach and noodles are vegetable green, not so bright at all."

"The purple sweet potato is orange when boiled, and it's not so bright rose."

There were people in the crowd who constantly chimed along with the boss.

Cen Jia's face did not change, and he looked full of confidence.

At this moment, Cen Yun and Cen Rong walked through the crowd with Qiaoqiao and came over.

Cen Yun was startled when she saw this posture: "Jiajia, what's going on?" ”

Cen Rong listened to the gossip of the onlookers, and probably understood what was going on, she looked at the man with a sinking face: "Lao Chen, are you sorry, a big man bullies a child like this!" ”

When Lao Chen saw Cen Rong, he was stunned for a moment: "Yo, it turned out to be you, what?" This little girl is your relative? ”

Cen Rong saw that he was flattering, and his sinking face was a little better:

"Yes, this little girl is my niece's daughter, what's wrong with her, you have to embarrass her like this! I go to your house all day long to do business, and my family grew up eating your buns! ”

Lao Chen smiled: "It turned out to be your niece, it's not that I deliberately embarrassed her little girl, it's really ...... She really bullied me first. ”

Lao Chen licked his face and said, "She grabbed business with me opposite my steamed bun shop, and she also used the steamed buns made of pigment, I ...... Isn't that angry......"

Just now, my sister Cen Yun went to her house with four cartoon bags, and her daughter Qiaoqiao fell in love with it as soon as she saw this bells and whistles, but Cen Rong has always been very particular about food and clothing, so she didn't let Qiaoqiao eat it in her mouth at that time.

I was looking for Cen Jia with my child and sister, and I heard that there was a little girl selling pigment buns, and she hurriedly ran over.

Hearing Lao Chen say this, Cen Rong's face couldn't hold back.

Cen Rong never knew that her parents would meet with a solid color recipe, if her parents knew how to do this, they would have made a pattern bun a long time ago, how could she use Cen Jia's little girl to make it.

In addition, Cen Rong had already asked Cen Yun on the road just now, why did Cen Jia think of selling steamed buns, Cen Yun said that Jiajia wanted to make money, and promised to buy tapes for Cen Yun.

Cen Rong thought that it must be Cen Jia's children who wanted to make money, so they used pigments, and their parents were uneducated and didn't understand the harm of adding pigments.

Cen Rong looked at Cen Jia sternly: "Jiajia, you are messing around!" How can you use such a thing as pigments! ”