"I want five. There are only a few people in my family, so five is enough."
"I want......"
As Ling Bao said, now is the time when yellow steamed buns first appeared, so there is no need to worry about not being able to sell them.
I don’t know what the scholar is doing so high and mighty.
Seeing that the number of steamed buns in the bamboo basket was slowly decreasing, the book boy became anxious. If he had come early today and still couldn't get any, the young master would definitely be furious!
"Wait, wait! I want these, leave some for me!" the book boy shouted anxiously.
The result of not standing in line and still yelling was that no one paid attention to him.
The bookboy was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, spinning around!
I have no choice but to queue up honestly and pray that I can leave more for him.
When it was the boy's turn, he couldn't wait to say: "I want all the rest!"
Lingbao pouted unhappily: "We don't want to sell it to you."
"I'm already in line!"
"But you were very rude just now." Lingbao said very logically, "and you only queued up after I said I wouldn't sell it to you."
Cheng Yun touched Ling Bao's head and said to the book boy: "So strictly speaking, even if you queue up, we don't have to sell it to you."
The book boy was puzzled: "...You guys, you don't want to make money? How come there are people who have a grudge against money?"
"We have no grudge against money, we just have our own principles and bottom line." Cheng Yun replied in a nonchalant manner.
The book boy was choked and felt uncomfortable. He said this as if he had no principles and bottom line!
Thinking of the bad-tempered young master, the book boy gritted his teeth and said angrily: "I'll make amends to you. It was my fault, okay?"
Cheng Yun didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and straightened Ling Bao's clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles on his shoulders.
The book boy understood that the real person he should apologize to was this girl who was only five years old.
"Little lady, I'm sorry, I just said the wrong thing."
Lingbao looked at him for a moment with his big eyes open, as if wondering whether he was sincere. After looking at him for a long time, he still said a little unhappy: "I can forgive you, but don't do this again in the future."
What happened to the female doll? Female dolls are human beings too.
I have to say that the king’s brainwashing education is very effective.
Ling Bao, who has not yet been separated from the Han family, although she has to do a lot of work, what she thinks in her heart is that as long as her parents, sister Jin Jin and others are doing well, she is willing to do more.
Even if you are bullied, although you will feel aggrieved, you will still feel that you have not done well.
The king nodded happily, that's how it should be.
What's wrong with women? Women hold up half the sky!
Being taught a lesson by a child... the book boy responded with a wooden face.
What should I do? She shouldn't sell steamed buns. If she can't buy steamed buns, the young master will be angry. In comparison, she can avoid being beaten by saying yes. What a good thing.
"But you can't buy them all, uncles and aunts still have to buy them." Lingbao said.
Book boy: "But I really need a lot!"
Lingbao scratched his head and looked at his elder brother.
Cheng Yun thought for a while and said, "They still want to sell it, but they won't sell it anymore and will leave it to you."
The book boy took a look and found that there were about seven or eight people, so it shouldn't be much use, so it would be fine.
In the end, there were only twenty or thirty left, and the book boy gave them to Cheng Yun along with the money in the bamboo basket, picked them up and left.
"Master, I bought it back."
Zhu Wencheng frowned: "Why is it so small?"
"There were too many people, and I finally managed to get this." The book boy said with a smile. He didn't blush at all when he distorted the facts. He was used to it.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and share them." Zhu Wencheng took two and kept them for himself, but he also warned, "Don't forget to say that this is the one invited by me, but Cheng Zhongqian's family made it."
The bookboy took it and divided it, and loudly said that it was made at Cheng Zhongqian's home.
Zhu Wencheng looked at Cheng Zhongqian, looking forward to his reaction.
"Cheng Langjun, is this really made by your family?"
Cheng Zhongqian nodded, not as embarrassed as Zhu Wencheng thought. He couldn't help but find it difficult to understand. If others knew that his family made steamed buns, he would have found a crack in the ground and crawled in.
Feng Xiu glanced at him and shook his head secretly.
Mr. Zhu’s son is considered useless.
"Why is it yellow?"
Cheng Zhongqian: "Added turmeric powder, turmeric is a medicinal material."
"I see, you are really amazing, you actually came up with such a brilliant idea."
Cheng Zhongqian opened his mouth, wanting to say that Ling Bao thought of it, but he was afraid that the other party would ask who Ling Bao was and it would be troublesome to explain, so he just said: "My family thought of it."
After a pause, he added: "If it's okay to eat, you can also support me."
"Hahaha, that's necessary."
Zhu Wencheng: "..."
The development of things was completely different from what he imagined!
Feng Xiu shook his head again.
Yellow steamed buns have become really popular for a while, and those with children at home buy them every day. Children love new things.
Even the cook of Magistrate Shang’s family bought one and took it home.
Shang Jingxian looked at the yellow steamed buns on the plate, her face full of curiosity: "Mom, why are these steamed buns yellow?"
Mrs. Shang smiled and said: "The cook bought it. I heard it sells very well. It was gone when I got there a little late."
"It's really amazing." Shang Jingxian said, "I don't know how it was dyed."
Mrs. Shang heard the cook mention: "It seems to be some kind of medicinal material, turmeric. It's dyed with turmeric, so there's no need to worry about it being harmful."
Just then Shang Yuan came over casually: "What's harmless?"
Shang Jingxian said in surprise: "Brother, you are back. We are talking about this yellow steamed bun. The person who came up with this is really clever."
"Our family has also bought it? I have heard people say it several times in the past few days. I was thinking about asking someone to buy some to try." Shang Yuan lifted up his robe and sat down on the seat, then smiled at Shang Yuan.
Jingxian said, "Do you know who made this?"
Shang Jingxian asked curiously: "Do I know him?"
"It's Miss Cheng that I told you about."
Originally Shang Yuan didn't know that Ling Bao's surname was Cheng, but he naturally knew it when he saw Cheng Zhongqian on the day of the exam.
Shang Yuan was deeply touched by what Ling Bao said that day, and he talked about her with his sister during the chat.
Shang Jingxian: "Ah, it's her."
Shang Yuan nodded with a smile.
Shang Jingxian handed the soup to her brother and said, "I really want to see her."
Shang Yuan said: "It's not easy to see her. She has been setting up a stall on the street these days. When are you free, just take the maid there."
Shang Jingxian hesitated: "Is it okay?"
"If there's anything you can't do, go ahead."
Shang Jingxian naturally wanted to go, so she couldn't help but look at her mother. Mrs. Shang said gently: "Go."
Shang Yuan gave his mother and sister a pair of chopsticks and said, "The first time I met Mrs. Cheng, I felt that you two would definitely get along."