The corners of Fang Xue's mouth twitched, yes, they are all in the vernacular, but look at what they are like, the black-faced Zhang Fei is called the old man, the big beauty Diao Chan is called the old man, you can be someone else's grandmother at your own age.

She really didn't have the face to look at.

"Ahem, I'll see it myself, I'll see it myself."

The old man was surrounded in the middle, it was called an uncomfortable, what kind of people are these five, they are dressed strangely, one by one is weird, white is white, red is red, black is black, and the speech is strange, it won't be Nanshan running out.

And these people are not too old, why do they all have beards, I don't see that he is seventy, and he doesn't have a beard.

What kind of aesthetic is this?

But is that girl really good-looking, celebrity?

He didn't know.

But how could a celebrity come to this small bun shop?

"What kind of buns do you have?"

The old man came to Fang Xue and asked, he felt that Fang Xue was a normal person here.

"Uncle, now there is only Mai Xiang."

Fang Xue replied to the first guest to enter the door.

"What is Mai Xiang? If I want to eat sauerkraut eggs, bring me two sauerkraut eggs and a bowl of porridge. ”

The old man ordered it himself.

Fang Xue's face stiffened, and she said that the system was cheating on him.

"There are only wheat-flavored ones, pork and green onions, and bud rice noodle porridge, and nothing else."

Fang Xue said without changing her face, anyway, she is not to blame for this, she is not embarrassed, the embarrassment is someone else.

"Pork green onions are pork green onions, what is the wheat fragrance, then pork green onions, let's two, and then a bowl of bud rice noodle porridge, oh, by the way, how much is a bun?"

The old man is a good talker, anyway, he is here, so let's eat two.

"Maixiang buns, three yuan a piece, porridge two yuan a person."

Fang Xue quoted the price, this is the price she thought of, as for the price, she can't help it.

"What?"

The old man suspects that his ears are not good, don't think that if you get a few strange people in the store, you can make money, you sell pork and green onions for three yuan a piece, you black shop, you are a morning market bun shop, not a big hotel.

"Porridge for two yuan can be drunk casually, and a plate of kimchi will be given."

Fang Xue is helpless, you are more expensive than other stores, you have to have a reason, you said that your buns are made of good materials and taste good, but people haven't eaten them, how do you know?

You say it's good to use good materials?

Now there are several people who believe the word of the merchant.

"Then let's have two, and then a bowl of porridge."

Uncle originally wanted to get angry, but after thinking about it, forget it, porridge is a bit expensive, but people take care of it, you drink two bowls, you won't come back, and there is free pickles, it's okay.

When Fang Xue heard this, she hurriedly picked up two buns, the first guest left and asked for buns, this is a good start, a good sign.

Fang Xue looked at the five eating, no, five people.

"I'll come."

"I'll come."

"I'm on the side."

Several people rushed forward, nothing else could be done, and it was okay to serve a bun.

"Brothers, come on, slaves."

Diao Chan didn't look weak, but like the wind, she was the first to come to Fang Xue and stretched out her thin white and tender jade hand.

Fang Xue put the bun into Diao Chan's hand and motioned Diao Chan to send buns to others, she didn't care what a big beauty or a big beauty was, since she came, she had to work for her.

Diao Chan went to deliver the buns, but the brothers didn't grab them, and they were staring at them with wide eyes, only to see Fang Xue give them a bowl and let them serve porridge to the guests.

Five people want to serve porridge together, Fang Xue glanced at them, so many people are used to serve porridge?

"Keep one."

Fang Xue shouted.

Okay, the brothers stopped again and looked at Fang Xue together.

Do you have conjoined babies, keep one, don't you understand?

This time, Fang Xue's expression told them, they understood, and in the end, Guan Yu stayed, and Fang Xue stuffed a small plate of kimchi in his hand.

Yes, just a small plate with a shallot, a carrot, a white radish, a ginger, and two cowpeas.

She asked Guan Yu to send it to people, to open a store, there must be a discount, and her kimchi is a discount for people.

Guan Yu looked at the kimchi in his hand, he knew that this thing came out of it, of course, they couldn't really come out of the kimchi, nor were they soaked, it was a space-time hole.

Guan Yu gave people kimchi, Fang Xue was thinking, she soaked five things, so she gave him five people?

One thing corresponds to one person?

So what do the five of them correspond to?

Fang Xue looked at a few people, and she pondered.

"It's kimchi, I need to try it."

The old man who ate the bun took a piece of carrot and put it in his mouth.

"Don't say it, this thing is sour, it tastes good and delicious."

The old man nodded and praised Fang Xue's craftsmanship, he is old, he always smokes, and there is no taste in his mouth, so he likes to eat some sour and sweet, this kimchi is more to his appetite.

Fang Xue showed a sincere smile, her ancestral kimchi skills, that can be bad, if the skills are not good, she can't make kimchi, then there will be no such stories.

The old man eats steamed buns again.

"Well, the dough is good, the skin is thin, the meat is fragrant, the taste is really good, and the steamed buns in this shop are much more delicious than before, and they are better than many of the buns I have eaten. I once went to a big restaurant with my son, and the meat buns were five pieces each, which was far worse than your taste, girl, your buns are not bad. ”

The old man took a bite of the bun and nodded again and again, this bun has thin skin, unlike some buns, he can't eat the stuffing after several bites, the meat is fragrant, but it is not the kind of oil that flows smoothly from the mouth, nor is it the kind of greasy fragrance, but the fragrance of the food, so that he wants to eat the second bite after eating the first bite.

Boom, Fang Xue heard it, it was Zhang Fei swallowing saliva.

You're such a foodie, tell me how many buns you've eaten, and you're not enough.

Fang Xue glanced at him, ignoring Zhang Fei's eyes that asked her to give her a few more steamed buns to taste.

"This porridge is not bad, it is more fragrant than other people's bud rice and flour porridge, but your buns are too few. Uncle told you that you can get more samples, you have to have all the vegetarian meat, and there are more kinds of porridge, otherwise you can always eat enough. ”

The old man gave a high degree of appreciation and decided to become a regular customer, who eats is not eating, and who spends money is not spending, why not eat the best.

But the uncle still gave his opinion.

"Okay."

Fang Xue nodded, thinking that she didn't want to, she also wanted to, the problem was that she had to have it.

Fang Xue now knows that her bun shop should be based on the system, and what the system gives, she can sell.

At this time, someone entered the store again.

An old lady, a middle-aged man, a middle-aged woman, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

They weren't supposed to be a family, although they came in front and back.

"What kind of buns do you have?"

The old lady asked at the front.