Zhang Xiu'e didn't care about doing a little more work, but what Song Xiaoqi said was really unpleasant, so thinking about it, she got angry again.

"You will only let people do a little more, and you don't want to be a man at all, you should do more work for your wife and children, and it's really hateful to stand here and say cool things."

"I ...... When did I say I wouldn't help you with the work, wasn't it me who would do the job of changing your head? Then why don't we change, you write, and I'll buy noodles. ”

Of course, Song Xiaoyu knew that Zhang Xiu'e couldn't write a few neat words at all, as the so-called women's lack of talent is virtue, among their female dependents, only Qin Xiaoniang, who was born in a businessman, had read a few books, and she could have read the words, otherwise, she would not have been looked down upon by Song Xiaoqi at the beginning.

"This hasn't opened yet, and the two of you are arguing non-stop, so how are you going to work together in the future?" Qin Xiaoniang complained on the side.

Although Song Xiaoyu has a good character, sometimes he can't abandon his stinky Mozi literary style, and he always insists on going his own way, not caring about his wife's feelings.

Scholars have a little tendon, and when the hard days pass for a long time, they will naturally not be pretending.

Zhang Xiu'e got angry, turned around and walked directly towards the grain store, the store where the price was discussed last time was Song He'er and Chundi, Zhang Xiu'e didn't know it, and now she rushed out, just angry, thinking about choosing a random shop.

Song He'er hurriedly chased her out and stopped her from behind: "Third aunt, you wait for me, I have a shop, I can take care of it, we don't have to carry it ourselves." ”

Zhang Xiu'e stopped, turned her head and asked, "Really?" ”

"yes."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier, it would cause me and your third uncle to quarrel again."

"I ...... I didn't have a chance to say it, seeing that you and the third uncle were about to do it, I couldn't interject. ”

Zhang Xiu'e calmed down and gasped again, "Then how should we go now?" ”

"Come with me, it's not far ahead."

"Hmm."

The shop they rented was not far from the rice and noodle seller, and they walked through the long street and passed a few shops.

When Song He'er went this time, she didn't wear a scarf, although the shopkeeper hadn't seen her, but she could tell from the sound that she had been here the day before yesterday.

"Yo, this girl and lady, what are you going to buy?"

Song He'er glanced at Zhang Xiu'e and motioned her not to speak yet.

"We've seen it before, if I want more noodles, you can hire a car to send it to us."

The shopkeeper smiled, "That's nature, what kind of rice does the girl want?" What faces? How much? ”

"I want the simplest white rice and white noodles, 200 catties each."

This amount directly frightened Zhang Xiu'e, "Two hundred catties? Isn't it too much? ”

"Shhh, I know in my heart, we are doing business, and we are not eating at home, or we have more than a dozen people to eat dozens of catties of rice a month, and we will buy 200 catties first, which is not much at all."

Zhang Xiu'e nodded and did not speak.

Song Heer negotiated the purchase price with the shopkeeper, paid the money, and asked a cart to deliver the rice and noodles to her shop.

When he went back, Song Xiaoyu had already written all the words on the door, called 'Youjia Noodle Restaurant'.

The black board is engraved with golden handwriting, to be honest, Song Xiaoyu does have some skills, and the words written are beautiful and chic.

"Third uncle, why don't you find a pedantic errand to do in Nanzhao, I see that your handwriting is really good."

Song Xiaoyu smiled, "If I can find a pedantic errand to do, why do I need to hide in Tibet?" ”

"Life must go on slowly before there is hope, I think my idea is good, the third uncle doesn't have to pour cold water on me, is it possible, let's really sell buns for a lifetime?"

Qin Xiaoniang replied with a smile while washing the dishes: "Okay, don't talk about the cool words, hurry up and get to work, it's cleaned up today, and you can officially receive guests tomorrow." ”

Hearing this, everyone laughed and fell silent, bowing their heads and running to their errands.

Time flies, and soon it is noon on the second day, when the first basket of steamed buns comes out of the drawer.

There are a lot of merchants coming and going, but there is everything, some go to the opposite side to eat spring cakes, some go to the next door to eat small fried, in short, all the customer flow will not gather in one of their stores at all.

If this continues, you won't be able to earn a few dollars a month.

"Auntie, we have to think of a way, most of the time has passed, and only three or two people have come to eat noodles."

Qin Xiaoniang sighed and replied: "The main thing is that our steamed buns are special, the guests who come here eat noodles, and we haven't tasted the taste of the Nanzhao people before, so the ones may not be delicious." ”

"Spicy, Nanzhao people eat spicy dishes, hey, I remember that Tian Niangzi was born in the most famous place for spicy dishes in the Central Plains, why don't you let her cook a few spicy dishes tomorrow, let's give them to the guests to taste."

"Giving away food is one thing, the most important thing is that if you want to give away the buns today, it's nothing to lose some money, it's important to let the guests know what our characteristics are here, and what is better than others." Qin Xiaoniang said.

Song He'er raised her eyes and looked at the steamed bun shop across the street, although it was not overcrowded, but the people who came in and out always never stopped.

"A-Niang, it's better to do this, all the guests who come to eat noodles will give two buns each, if they can eat it in the store, it is the best, if they can't finish it, they will be allowed to take it away and share it with friends or family, so that more people will taste our specialties here?"

Qin Xiaoniang nodded, "The idea must be good, but can our buns really be called special?" ”

Song He'er replied with an oath: "A-Niang, we made it according to the recipe, not to mention that you think it's delicious, I also think it's delicious, but we are people who are used to living in the General's Mansion, what delicacies haven't we eaten?" We all think it's good, it must be good, besides, don't you still believe in your grandfather? ”

Qin Xiaoniang thought about it, nodded and replied, "Okay!" Then do it! ”