Ye Chujing was frank: "Naturally, it was picked on our mountain, and during the summer harvest, it's time to do it, I picked some yesterday." ”

Of course it wasn't picked from the mountains.

According to her memory, the flowers, fruits and trees planted in the back mountains are not as good as the quality in the space, and the taste has an astringent taste.

Zhao didn't know where she got the ingredients.

The mango dipped in a special sauce is yellow in color and has a faint fragrance.

The other cut fruits were also mixed together and sprinkled with sauce, which looked good.

Zhao couldn't help but sneer at her: "How can anyone sell fruits like this?" ”

"Everyone picks it and sells it directly, just wash and cut it and sprinkle it with salt, isn't it delicious?"

"Don't spoil the fruit."

Ye Chujing put the bamboo basket on her back, and took a small mango slice in her hand and stuffed it in her mouth: "Mother, try it, it's sweet and sour, and a little spicy." ”

"A simple version of sour, which is quite suitable as an appetizer."

Zhao hesitated and took a bite, his eyes lit up.

This method tastes very novel, refreshing and sweet, and the girl's family and children should like it.

It's just that this ingredient is really too much, and I don't know how to save some use, so I can't help but say a few words to her.

Ye Chujing smiled and agreed, saying that he would pay attention next time, and followed behind Zhao like a little tail.

Huaguoshan Town.

In fact, it is just a small town, and it is not necessarily more prosperous than a village.

Hospitals, inns, and restaurants are all found in the town.

Taking advantage of the polder, villagers from various small villages in Huaguoshan Town came here to catch the market.

There are many people, naturally lively, the front of the store is crowded with people, and small traders and vendors walk the streets and alleys to shout and sell goods.

Ye Chujing's eyes went straight to the flour shop that set up the stall.

Although the portion is sufficient, this clear soup has little water, and it looks like it has no appetite.

It's not to the taste of a heavy spicy person like her.

Ye Chujing followed Zhao into an embroidery shop.

When the shopkeeper saw her coming, he put down the abacus in his hand and greeted him loudly: "Aunt Zhao is here with her daughter." ”

Ye Chujing bowed slightly at her, standing beside Zhao and not speaking.

Zhao untied the basket and took out those handkerchiefs and fans: "Yes, the shopkeeper, take a look, and embroider some handkerchiefs and fans." ”

The shopkeeper's eyes rolled a few times: "I don't have to worry about Aunt Zhao's craftsmanship, but how do you want to calculate the price of the handkerchief?" ”

"It's the same as before, what's wrong?"

Zhao looked at her hesitantly, a hint of foreboding slipped through his heart.

Ye Chujing didn't know how to embroider, so she raised her hand and fanned the wind, watching her mother and the shopkeeper go around.

It was the middle of summer, the weather was a lot hotter, and the back was almost wet with a basket on my back.

I'm worried that her sourness will be stuffy and affect the taste.

The shopkeeper's expression revealed a touch of helplessness: "Now that the weather is getting hotter, who wants this handkerchief from the girl in the town." ”

"How can I do a loss-making business, Aunt Zhao, you have supplied me for many years, so I am willing to give a face and accept your handkerchief."

"It's just that this price must not be the same as before, I am willing to accept the group fan, but I see that the embroidery style on the top is not as delicate as the handkerchief."

"That's it, a handkerchief is a penny, and a fan is ten penny, what do you think?"

Zhao choked, ignoring the weather when he first embroidered.

The effort is all on the handkerchief, and the flowers and plants embroidered by the fan can only be said to be acceptable.

But this cost is also extremely high, and it costs fifteen yuan no matter what.

Zhao's eyes swept to the fan in the store, which was indeed more delicate than hers.

Ye Chujing saw her mother's hesitation and knew that the price might be lower than expected.

So, she bent down, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Mother, if you don't think it's okay, then don't sell it, let's keep it." ”

Zhao touched her hand and gritted his teeth: "You can't press the goods, and the family doesn't have much money, so my mother can't let you follow me to eat chaff vegetables." ”

You can only make a fan next time, carefully embroider some novel styles.

"I answered the shopkeeper, thank you for taking care of my mother and daughter, next time I come to make more delicate and interesting."

The shopkeeper's face immediately put on a smile: "Okay, let me take a look, there are ten handkerchiefs, that is, ten wen, five fans, fifty wen." ”

"Here, Aunt Zhao, I didn't miss it, did I?"

Aunt Zhao took the silver money and counted it, with a smile on her face.

No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat, and they always make some money, which can improve the diet.

"No, thank you, shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "No thanks, Aunt Zhao doesn't need to be in a hurry to embroider the handkerchief, next time I will have more fine fans." ”

"If the girls like it, the price will naturally go up."

Zhao nodded with a faint smile and pulled his daughter out of the shop.

She sighed and said, "It's a pity that I don't make any money, I can only say that I have returned to my roots, this business is not easy to do." ”

Thinking of Wang's wife's cruel words, she thought that her daughter had no ability to stand up, and she was just gaining momentum for a while.

Zhao gritted her teeth secretly, but she couldn't let people see the jokes, and wait for her to go back and do more handiwork.

Ye Chujing sighed with emotion: "Money is hard to earn, is hard to eat, it has been like this since ancient times." ”

Zhao squeezed her arm lightly: "The truth is such a truth, but the girl's family, don't say those dirty words." ”

Ye Chujing raised her eyebrows, what kind of dirty talk is this.

Looking up and seeing the restaurant next to the embroidery shop, well, it's a bit out of place to say this.

There is a large flow of customers here, Ye Chujing directly let go of her throat and shouted: "Sell sour, refreshing and appetizing, don't miss it when you pass by!" ”

Zhao was taken aback by her, and hurriedly dragged her to the farther street.

How can you steal business in front of restaurants.

"Mother, you go slowly, that place is not very good just now, the guest has just finished eating, just come to some fruit after the meal to help digestion."

"Shout in front of the store, be careful of being beaten by the store, you will sell here."

"Oh, too."

Ye Chujing touched his head, put down the basket, and began to shout again.

The wisps of fragrance are seductive.

In particular, the appearance of this food is completely different from the lightness of other stall vendors.

Even though it was a fruit, it also attracted a lot of people to come forward.

"What's sour?"

"I've never heard of this fruit sprinkled with salt, and the method is really weird."

"If nothing else, the one that's cut like a flower is a mango, it looks delicious."

Ye Chujing saw someone coming up, and began to play his three-inch incorruptible tongue: "This is my hometown's homemade food." ”

"Sour and spicy, as well as the sweetness of fruits, take a bite in summer, refresh, quench thirst, and remove moisture."

"Suitable for men and women, young and old, a small seven cents a bunch, and a large mango flower for ten cents."

Zhao saw that she was blowing hard, and thought that since she divorced, her daughter's mouth had become a lot sharper.

She'd eaten it, and it was really evocative, but it was hard to reconcile.

Children love to eat, and their eyes are pestering their parents to buy it.

Unable to withstand the child's grinding, the adult bought a small one for her to try.

The child eats in a hurry, the sour and spicy smell rushes to the mouth and nose, choking on tears, sneezing and coughing.

The adult hurriedly patted her on the back and nervously reprimanded: "I said that you are a little girl who is so good at bragging." ”

"If something happens to my child, I'll ask you!"