Mu Dalang was silent and helped Yang Mu clean up the stove house.

Yang Mu discarded the broken iron pot, took a new pot out, and steamed the rice.

Mu Dalang finally found out that the clothes on his waist were inappropriate, and hurriedly went back to the West House to change his clothes.

But he only had one garment.

That's embarrassing.

Mu Dalang, who was holding the quilt with a worried face, heard the footsteps and turned his head to look.

I saw Yang Mu come in with two sets of new clothes, put them on the side of the bed, glanced at him meaningfully, and then went out with some regret.

The corners of Mu Dalang's eyes twitched, what was she regretting?

Yang Mu pouted, is it so cold? Still wearing a quilt!

She went to the east house to see that the big black dog was still emo, but fortunately, the wound on her forehead had scabbed over, and the stick wound on her body had also disappeared a lot, so she went back to the stove house to continue cooking.

While Mu Dalang was changing his clothes, he remembered that when he was in the stove house just now, it seemed that Yang Mu looked at his waist from time to time.

His belted hand stiffened, could it be that she was peeking at the flesh on his waist?!

Combined with the fact that Yang Mu saw him wearing a quilt just now, he seemed to be a little disappointed.

Mu Dalang's dark face deepened.

This pervert! Dare to take advantage of him!

He said, "How could the newly-made bed be broken by the iron-eating beasts?"

It's an iron-eating beast, not a bed-eating beast!

Mu Dalang, who had changed his clothes, got up and went to the East House to check on the situation of the big black dog.

Qiuqiu was holding the bed legs in the east house and dismantling the bed, and the big black dog on the bed bared his teeth at Qiuqiu.

It's still in bed! This fool dismantled the bed legs, did he want his dog's life?

Standing at the door and seeing this Mu Dalang: "......"

It's really an iron-eating beast dismantling the bed!

Didn't she covet her own body?!

No, the look at his waist just now was obviously coveting his body!

Mu Dalang had a black face and walked away with Qiuqiu.

The big black dog who was ignored the whole time: "?!" ”

Big Black Dog: If you don't hit that meat ball, forget it, and still hold it?! Sure enough, I am the only one who is not loved!

The big black dog is more emo......

Mu Dalang, who returned alone after going out for a minute, held a jar of chili sauce and silently brushed it on the leg of the bed in the East House.

The big black dog looked at Mu Dalang pouting his ass and smearing chili sauce with a shocked face, this human being, his face and heart are a little black......

Poor Meat Ball......

At night, Qiuqiu took advantage of everyone's inattention and went to gnaw on the bed legs.

A minute later, a certain ball of "Boom" climbed onto Mu Dalang's bed, and leaned on his arms, complaining.

The big black dog was next door, and he clearly heard a black-hearted human being very spoiled: "Eat chili?" Oops Qiuqiu is so pathetic, hug ......"

The big black dog secretly decided to stay away from the black human.

Yang Mu didn't know these things, she was dedicated to business.

In the past few days, Yang Mu has been making four boxes of cakes every day, all of which can be sold out in less than two hours, and the business is very good.

Gradually, her cake attracted the attention of the largest pastry shop in the county, Yixiangfang.

On this day, the shopkeeper Lu of Yixiangfang heard about the cake, so he asked the guy to buy a few cakes and come back to taste them.

After tasting it, Shopkeeper Lu fell silent.

Delicious.

It's better than all the pastries in Yixiangfang!

In fact, no matter how good the business of a small stall is, it will not affect Yixiangfang, after all, the customer groups are different.

But after he went to Jin's house yesterday, he changed his mind.

Miss Jin will hold a camellia banquet every year at this time, and for several years in a row, they will use their Yixiangfang pastries.

But when he came to the door yesterday to inquire about the time of this year's camellia party, the fat girl Xiao Tao next to Miss Jin told him to go back first, and the matter of banquet pastries has not yet been decided.

It cost him a tael of silver before Little Peach told him that the young lady might use a pastry called a cake.

And the stall where you buy cakes is on South Street.

Now that he has eaten this pastry, Shopkeeper Lu deeply feels that Yixiangfang has encountered a rival in the pastry business.

We must not allow a small stall to steal the Jin family's business.

It's not a matter of how much money you make, it's about being compared.

A dignified Xiangfang, the largest and oldest pastry shop in the county, is not as good as a small stall?

That's a bad sound!

Shopkeeper Lu decided to talk to the village girl who sold the cake in person.

It's best to fool the village girl into coming to the store to be a pastry chef, and he can arrange for someone to steal the recipe.

When the formula is in hand, kick the person away.

South Main Street, under the gatehouse.

Yang Mu finished selling the last piece of cake and was ready to go home.

A middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper walked over.

His small eyes were full of pride, and his high chin was full of disdain.

"Aunt Xiaocun, I am the shopkeeper of Yixiangfang."

Even the tone is condescending.

Yang Mu raised his eyes and glanced at him while packing up his things.

She had seen this person, before selling cakes, she went to Yixiangfang to buy some pastries and came back to taste the taste, knowing herself and the other.

For this kind of person who thinks he is superior, Yang Mu has no heart to deal with it.

Shopkeeper Lu looked at the little village girl, but he ignored himself, and couldn't help frowning, muttering, "It turned out to be a deaf person." ”

Yang Mu kept moving, and he didn't have the anger to reply, "You are deaf." ”

Shopkeeper Lu immediately frowned, raised his voice and reprimanded: "You are not deaf, why don't you speak?" ”

Yang Mu sneered sarcastically, still ignoring him.

Shopkeeper Lu glared, pointed at Yang Mu and said angrily: "The master is talking to you, he can afford you!" ”

His "master" reminded Yang Mu of Mu Dalang.

When Mu Dalang reprimanded Yang Caixia, he claimed to be the master.

Although Mu Dalang didn't have much strength to speak at that time, and his voice was not loud, his momentum was very strong.

And this dog in front of you looks down on people......

Hehe!

She packed up her things, looked back at him with the same condescending eyes as the shopkeeper Lu, and said disdainfully: "You are not worthy of being called a master." ”

After finishing speaking, he left, and threw the back of the arrogant head to the shopkeeper Lu.

Shopkeeper Lu came back to his senses and was so angry that he almost jumped to his feet!

Yixiangfang is more than just a shop in the county!

You can get both black and white!

This village girl is impatient!

He wants to let this little village girl taste what kind of beating is in society!

The aunt who sold wontons on the side looked at the eyes of the shopkeeper Lu, and sighed deeply in her heart, it seems that the little girl can't sell wontons for a few days.

In these years, where can they set up stalls to compete with these shopkeepers?

Besides, it's still a big store like Yixiangfang!

When Yang Mu came to set up a stall on the second day, Aunt Wonton hurriedly told her about the unkind expression she saw yesterday in the shopkeeper Lu.

Yang Mu only nodded to indicate that he understood.

Seeing that she didn't care, the aunt kindly persuaded: "Girl, you have to have a snack!" ”

Yang Mu grinned, "Auntie, don't worry!" ”

She's not a soft persimmon to handle!

While the two were talking, Shopkeeper Lu came again.