Just when Shi Qinghuan was puzzled, she saw half a piece of pastry appear in front of her, and she subconsciously reached out and took the pastry.

When she reacted, she realized what she had done, and suddenly she looked at the person who handed her the pastry, and saw that the person who handed her the pastry was the stall owner, and at this moment she was smiling at her, and she was even more embarrassed.

"Hurry up, this pastry tastes really good, it's even better than the pastries sold in the department store." Wang Ailan said to the waiter Qinghuan after tasting the pastry.

After hearing Wang Ailan's words, Shi Qinghuan knew why the stall owner handed her the pastry, so she stuffed the half of the pastry in her hand into her mouth and ate it.

After she finished eating the pastry, she nodded approvingly: "This pastry is really delicious, not only sweet but not greasy, the taste is also very delicate, as soon as you eat it, you know that this pastry is not produced by machine, but made by hand." ”

"Good mouth, you are the first person to eat pastries that are not made by machines, those people before saw that my pastries were so exquisite, they thought I got them from the big city, only you are different from them.

So do you want to buy a few pounds of pastry? ”

Shi Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh when she heard the stall owner's last words, if she was a stall owner who sold ordinary pastries to sell pastries to her, she would definitely refuse directly.

Because she is not short of pastries and pastry tickets, there is no need to buy them at the bazaar.

But now it was the stall owner in front of her who was selling her pastries, and she had no way to refuse, because the pastries he made were so delicious, even better than those of the time-honored shops she had eaten before she was reborn.

Thinking of this, she asked the stall owner, "How much is your pastry?" ”

"Uniform price, two dollars a pound and no tickets."

"I finally know why no one buys your pastries, and it's really hard for you to sell them at this price."

"That's because they don't know the goods."

Shi Qinghuan smiled noncommittally after hearing the stall owner's words, and then she didn't continue the topic, but asked Wang Ailan, "Aunt Wang, do you want to buy his pastries?" ”

After Wang Ailan heard Shi Qinghuan's words, she originally wanted to say no, but when she thought of the taste of this pastry, and then thought of the children at home, she finally said ruthlessly: "I'll buy a catty." ”

"Okay." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he asked the stall owner to pack a pound of pastries for Wang Ailan.

The smile on the stall owner's face couldn't stop when he heard Shi Qinghuan's words, and then he quickly took out a piece of oiled paper from the back basket and began to pack the pastries with quick movements.

After he packed the pastries, he hung the pastries on the scale, and when he saw that the whole pound was ready, he took the pastries off the scales and handed them to Wang Ailan.

After Wang Ailan took the pastries handed to her by the stall owner, she took out two yuan from her pocket and handed them to the stall owner, and then said to the stall owner: "Your hand feels so good, you can pack a whole pound of pastries without weighing, it's really amazing." ”

"I'm not as good as you say, but these pastries are made by myself, and I know their weight, so I can accurately fit a pound of pastries."

"So that's the case, I just thought you went to learn this craft specifically, otherwise how could you be more powerful than me, a person who has bought vegetables for more than 20 years."