I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 60 Received two ponies

  There are some guest rooms on the second floor of Quanjufang Restaurant. In one of the guest rooms, there are four people sitting at the moment. On the table, there are four bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup and two plates of fried buns.

   "Why don't you move your chopsticks, you still don't trust my skills?" Baicaoshi blinked her eyes, full of expectation.

  Bai Li glanced downstairs from time to time, "Cao'er, you said that everyone is free, will you lose too much?"

  The old mother is a daughter, always careful planning.

  Baicaoshi trotted to her mother, pinched her shoulders, and said very attentively, "Mother, there is a saying that is willing to give up. If you are willing to give up, you can only gain if you are willing to give up. If you are not willing to give up duck blood, you can't catch people who eat roast duck!"

  In the pricing of Baicaoshi, duck blood vermicelli soup is the cheapest, and roast duck is the most expensive.

  Bai Li heard this, and said, "But, the store is so busy, are you sure you don't want Xiaoshu to help?"

Baicaoshi's little head shook like a rattle, "Mother, Xiaoshu is now my chief duck breeder, and it is enough for him to put the ducks in place. To the outside world, let's not talk about the relationship with Quanjufang Restaurant, let's talk loudly Wealth will be fine."

  Bai Li is puzzled, but now that her daughter has an idea, she can do it herself. Bai Xiaoshu has a hundred thousand reasons, "Then why? Sis, you became the second shopkeeper of Quanjufang, but I walk in front of people with my back straight."

  Baicaoshi glanced at Zhe Yu who was frowning at Duck Blood, and felt like he couldn't finish it. This kid is too picky.

   "Xiaoshu, your brother-in-law is going to be an official in the future, and family members can't go into business, or let outsiders know that we are in business. Besides, isn't it good that we don't reveal our wealth?"

  Scholars, farmers, businessmen, everything is inferior, only reading is high, this is a deep-rooted thought in this world.

  Zhe Yu raised her amber eyes and glanced at Baicaoshi. It is true that she likes to open a restaurant and be the shopkeeper, but she thinks well for him.

   "Then will my brother-in-law take the examination of scholar or Jinshi?"

  Baicaoshi patted Bai Xiaoshu's head, smiled, "Keep your eyes high, as long as your brother-in-law wants to take the exam, the champion is no problem!"

trust!

  In addition to the meticulous care, Baicaoshi also gave him the confidence to be omnipotent.

   "Zhuangyuan Lang, would you like to try the duck blood vermicelli soup I made?" There was a hint of coquettishness in the words.

   "Okay." Zhe Yu said in a strange way, and took a sip of the soup, it was delicious! After another mouthful of duck blood, it was smooth and tender, "Well, it's much more delicious than I imagined."

  Baicaoshi smiled from ear to ear, "You can be a food critic in the future, and even write a column for me."

Zhe Yu has never heard what food critics and columns say, but it does not hinder his understanding, "There are gourmets in Yanjing, and restaurants and restaurants in Yanjing hope that those famous gourmets will comment on them, so that the business will be better. "

   After all, it’s the hero, so that’s the way it is.

  Baicaoshi himself started to eat it, "In the future, I will also make reviews and build word-of-mouth. Come, try the fried buns too."

  The pan-fried buns were fried golden on the outside, sprinkled with sesame seeds and chopped green onions. Zhe Yu remembered the words in Baicao Poetry that the five colors nourish the five internal organs, so he ate them quickly. The soup inside is full and full of aftertaste between the lips and teeth.

   A table of soup and buns are all finished.

   "Will you go out for a walk with me?" Baicaoshi extended an invitation to Zhe Yu.

   "Want to hear everyone's real evaluation of the restaurant and dishes?" Zhe Yu asked.

  Baicaoshi snapped her fingers, correct answer.

  The young couple went downstairs. One hundred servings of soup have already been delivered, and the store closes early, and no more will be sold.

  The true meaning of hunger marketing.

   Shopkeeper Feng took his wife, buddy, and chef to dinner, and they also ate duck blood vermicelli soup and fried buns.

   "Miss Bai, our soup has a very good review. It's a pity that I didn't eat it. I said that I will come again tomorrow."

   "Okay, my husband and I will go out for a walk."

  The people on the street, sure enough, half of them were discussing the dishes of Quanjufang. Ninety-five percent are full of praise.

   Those who haven’t eaten say grape sour, what good can duck blood have.

  Baicaoshi all accepted it with a smile.

   When walking to the corner of the street, Baicaoshi saw a familiar face, a little beggar! The one who lied to Baicaoshi that his sister was sick. At this moment, he was feeding a younger and thinner girl from a broken bowl. In the bowl is Quanjufang's duck blood vermicelli soup.

  Baicaoshi suddenly shouted, "Boy, I finally found you. Let's settle the score from last time, shall we?"

  The little beggar shrank his pupils, and his first reaction was to run away, but his sister was still sitting on the ground.

He immediately put down the bowl, stood in front of his sister, and bowed to Baicaoshi, "I'm sorry sister, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was forced. If I don't do that, the gangsters in the town will break me Bones, I will kill my sister. Sister, I will never dare again, please forgive me."

  The little girl behind the little beggar grabbed the hem of the little beggar's clothes and called timidly, "Brother, sister, don't blame brother, brother is all for me."

  It's brother and sister love.

  Baicaoshi folded her arms, looking like she was examining her. Zhe Yu looked at her with great interest, because with that expression on her face, she was probably thinking of something again.

   This is a habit he has explored during the two months of getting along.

   "Is the duck blood vermicelli soup delicious?" Baicaoshi asked suddenly.

  The little beggar licked the corner of his lower lip, his eyes were bright, "It's delicious, it's so delicious that it's going to heaven, if only you don't have to pay for a bowl every day."

   The kid is quite greedy!

  Baicaoshi chuckled, "That's not impossible. What's your name?"

  The little beggar froze for a moment, then realized, "My name is Sanzi, and my sister's name is Qiya."

  Sanzi and Qiya are too ugly.

  Baicaoshi hooked her fingers, "From now on, I will call you Yam and your sister Sanqi. You do as I say, and if you do well, go to Quanjufang for dinner and charge it to my account."

  Pie fell from the sky, the little beggar hurriedly pulled his sister to salute, thanking him non-stop.

   As for the name, it doesn't matter. It's just that he himself didn't expect that in the near future, many people will be inquiring about and fawning on a person named Shan Yao. Of course, that's another story.

  Baicaoshi explained her request and taught a formula.

   "Remember?"

  Yam scratched her head, "Sister, say it again, I remember half of it."

  Herbal Poetry was repeated again, and Yam memorized it according to the script, with a good memory.

   "Okay, from now on, I will carry it wherever I go. Think about the delicious duck blood vermicelli soup that will fly to the sky!"

   "Okay."

   Saying goodbye to the beggar brothers and sisters, Oriha became in a good mood. "That's a good move. You can't say that the little beggars on the street will become your mouthpiece."

   "Thank you Yubao for your compliment."

   Follow the pole and go up.

  Zhe Yu: "..."

  (end of this chapter)