"Wan Wan is our own granddaughter, and whoever finds her is the same." Mo Tingyu said, and then the two chattered for a while before falling asleep.

On the second day, before Song Nanzhi went out, Mrs. Li came to the courtyard of the Mo family. According to what Yu Silian said, she walked directly to the door of the stove room, and when she reached the door, she shouted, "Mrs. in-law."

Since starting a business, Song Nanzhi has gotten up earlier than usual, and this morning is the same, he started cooking after getting up early, and he wants to clean up early, sell early, and come back early. When Li Zhicui shouted, Song Nanzhi had already packed up and was about to go out.

There is a lot more luncheon meat today, Song Nanzhi is divided into two back baskets, not only two back baskets, but also one more dustpan placed on the back basket, thinking about putting one more position, when he is too busy, Qingyuan can also take the meat out to sell.

One of the two back baskets is loaded with more meat, and the other is less loaded, and she is ready to carry it herself, keep a little less and prepare for Murong Qingyuan to carry it, or take Li Linsong and Mo Li out to help shout. As for what Chunlin Niang said yesterday to let the people who bought it come back to help, Song Nanzhi was not ready to call someone, and he could still be busy now, but he was still ready to say something, so he stopped by when he went out, so as not to wait in the house all the time.

But before he could go out, someone came to him, "It's in the house!" Song Nanzhi went out and saw that it was Li Zhicui who had already come, "I also said that we will tell you when we go out, I have packed up and am about to go out." Then he continued, "It's not much, we're busy, you just rest at home, and yesterday tired you."

How could Li Zhicui go back to rest, and when she entered the door of her master's house, she kept calling, who dared to use such a person, and walked into the stove room, "Mrs. told me to come, you can't drive me back, otherwise Mrs. should blame me." After walking in a little further, he continued, "Originally, Mrs. was going to come and talk to you again, but Miss woke up and asked for Mrs., and she was afraid that you would leave by yourself, so I came alone."

Song Nanzhi saw that he couldn't refuse, so he had to say, "Then I'll trouble you."

Li Zhicui also breathed a sigh of relief when she agreed, "If the in-laws' wife is where, just follow the in-laws' wife to go out and recognize the way!"

Song Nanzhi was used to hearing people call her wife, so she hurriedly said, "I'm not a wife, just an old woman, don't call me a wife, isn't this a joke!"

Although Song Nanzhi is not Li Zhicui's master, he can also see from yesterday that the main family and them recognize their gods, and they must not shout casually, "Mrs. in-laws, don't think so, you will get used to it if you listen to it more in the future."

Hearing her say that she would get used to listening more, Song Nanzhi said, "We are about the same age, I guess I am older than you, you can just call me sister-in-law Song just like the people in my village." She doesn't want to be called Mrs. or something every day, isn't this causing the village people to gossip and laugh at herself, saying that a mud leg still wants to be a wife.

"What the hell!" Li Zhicui said.

"Why not, after a while, our two old wives will go to the county to set up a stall, you are called by an old lady, and the guests who came to buy luncheon meat heard it, and I have not to be laughed at by others, I have only been setting up a stall for two days and started to set up a score and become a wife."

Li Zhicui also felt a little inappropriate when she heard her say this, so she leaned on Song Nanzhi, "Then I'll listen to you and call you sister-in-law." When I was doing business, I called my sister-in-law, and I changed it back when I came back.

"Call my sister-in-law." Song Nanzhi pointed to the lighter back basket and said, "You carry this, this one is lighter."

"My sister-in-law said that I was younger, so how could I still let you carry a heavy basket." Then he walked to the basket with more loads, "Sister-in-law, don't fight with me, it's not a long way, I'll be there in a while, and I'm not tired."

Song Nanzhi saw that she had walked to the basket with more clothes, so he didn't fight with her, but he still instructed: "You carry it first, if you are tired, you have to tell me, these jobs are very cumbersome, and you are afraid that you have never done it before." It is said that the maids in the big families are all pampered, and they must not have done any heavy work, so I am afraid that she will get tired after a while.

"Sister-in-law doesn't think I'm stupid, just learn more."

The group walked on the road talking and laughing, on the way Song Nanzhi was worried that Li Zhicui was tired, so he asked two or three times on the road not far away, but fortunately, the distance was not far, and he arrived in the county in a while. After arriving at the place, Song Nanzhi put the two back baskets side by side in front of him. She and Li Zhicui stood alone in front of a basket, while Murong Qingyuan stood beside Li Zhicui.

With Li Zhicui helping to set up a stall, there was one more stall, and there were more people around than a few days ago, and in just two quarters of an hour, it was sold for more than 20 yuan.

"My lord, I've bought luncheon meat." In the backyard of the county government, Wei Changfeng's servant carried two pieces of luncheon meat to Wei Changfeng and said.

Wei Changfeng raised his eyes and looked at the two vegetable bags in the little girl's hand, he didn't expect that kid to put down his face and come out to sell things. It is estimated that no one would have imagined that he would dare to stand on the street so openly! Hidden in the city, that's what he said!

"Is business good?"

The little servant replied, "Okay, the stall is full of people, fortunately I went early, if I go late, I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it."

"My lord, do you want me to let people look at Childe more?"

"No, no one knows about his coming to our Cangxi County except us, so let's not go forward, lest someone find out. From now on, we just don't know that he came to Cangxi County, how will we see it in the future." Wei Changfeng sighed in his heart and said, now he can only take one step at a time.

"Yes." The little guy replied.

"Don't sell this meat again, lest you be targeted."

The little guy didn't think so: "I don't think so, you don't know how good their business is now, yesterday they only carried one basket to sell things, and today they carried two baskets of luncheon meat to sell. And the two baskets are full of people in front of them, and I know that from the beginning of their sale of this meat, the business has been so good until now, and some people are afraid that they will not be able to sell it early in the morning, and it is estimated that the business called luncheon meat will get better and better in the future, and there are so many people who buy meat, even if we go to buy it a few more times, no one will notice anything."

"So good?" Wei Changfeng couldn't believe that so many people could buy a small business.

The little guy nodded: "Well, the little one also asked how the meat tasted, and it was delicious."

"You take it to the kitchen first." Wei Changfeng commanded.

Not only did Wei Changfeng receive a report from the little guy coming back, but the shopkeeper of Fengyuan Restaurant, who was not far from Song Nanzhi's stall, was also telling his proprietor about it, "Master, I bought a piece of luncheon meat on the first day it came out and tasted it, it tasted really good, it was the same as what they shouted in their slogan, soft and glutinous, and it was very delicate, and his subordinates have been observing the business of this luncheon meat for the past few days, and found that the woman's business is getting better and better, and many people are buying a few pieces, if this can be sold in our restaurant, The income of our restaurant will definitely increase a lot."

The owner of Fengyuan Restaurant is a man who is nearly forty years old, surnamed Han, known as Han Wuye. At this time, Han Wuye was sitting in front of the window, and there was a plate of cut luncheon meat and a pair of chopsticks on the table in front of the window.

The window is obliquely looking out, and you can just see Song Nanzhi's stall, not only can you look at the busy Song Nanzhi, but Li Linsong and Mo Li's immature cries can also be clearly heard in the ears, "Try first and then buy, this method is good, there will always be a few people who pay to buy it when there are more people who taste it."

The shopkeeper didn't know what the proprietor meant for a while, "What the master said is that the main thing is that the taste is good, otherwise this business will not be good."

"You're right, no matter how many people come to taste it, it has to taste good in the end." After that, the conversation changed, "The business in our store is getting worse day by day, it seems that the taste is getting worse and worse, don't you say?"

The shopkeeper was asked by Han Wuye and lowered his head directly, not knowing how to answer, the taste was still the same as before, but the dishes had not been launched for a long time, and he bowed down and said, "My subordinates are not well managed, please punish the fifth master!"

Han Wuye waved his hand to get him up, "Do you think that a luncheon meat can make the restaurant's business better?"

The shopkeeper continued, "Luncheon meat is delicate, soft and glutinous, fried, boiled, and stir-fried, and I have never heard of this dish before

If we have this dish, we will definitely be able to produce a lot of new dishes."

"And what are you going to do?"

"My subordinates want to buy luncheon meat!" The shopkeeper said what he had been thinking in his heart for a long time.

"How do people make a living? How much do you think is appropriate? What if someone else doesn't sell it?"

The shopkeeper was speechless for a while, and Han Wuye didn't ask any more, took the chopsticks on the table, sandwiched a piece of cut luncheon meat and put it in his mouth, just as the shopkeeper just said, the taste is delicate and soft and glutinous. "But I asked the cook, can you make it?"

"After my subordinates bought it on the first day, they found a cook to taste it together, and some of the seasonings in the meat can also be eaten one or two, and they also chopped the minced meat and added seasonings to steam it in the pot, but it is steamed not to mention the taste, a plate of loose sand, and it is completely impossible to make a piece of it like this." Chinese Net

Since the business of the restaurant has deteriorated, in addition to staring at the chef every day and letting them think of new dishes, he will also go to the vegetable market to see if there are any good dishes, or find some special dishes to come back.

On the first day of Song Nanzhi's street selling, he stepped forward to taste the taste, and then naturally bought it back, and then found a cook to taste the taste and try to make it together. After thinking about it again and again, he still asked people to go to the capital and notify Han Wuye to come to the restaurant.

He could have taken luncheon meat to the capital, but if he went, he wouldn't see the excitement in front of Song Nanzhi's stall.

"Ask someone to buy some more and send them to the kitchen, and see if they can make more dishes?"