On this day, Lingbao found that there were not as many people coming to buy steamed buns as before. In the past, they would be sold out before noon, but today it was noon, and there were still some left.
"Is everyone tired of eating?"
Cheng Yun sat on the small bench he brought from home and said a little irritably: "Is it because today's cooking didn't taste good?"
When the results do not meet expectations, it is easy to doubt yourself.
Lingbao stood next to his second brother and said immediately: "It's delicious. We've all eaten it, and the taste hasn't changed."
This is true. They make steamed buns every day and they eat them themselves. The taste is exactly the same as before, and there is absolutely no deterioration.
So why are there fewer customers?
They didn't know that it was getting late, so Cheng Yun took them to find a stall to eat, and continued to sell after eating. If they could sell out, they would still sell out, it just took a little longer.
Then the little boy from before came again, and happened to hear Ling Bao and the others discussing why there were not many customers.
"Because there are people selling yellow steamed buns in the south of the city."
Lingbao opened his eyes wide and asked, "Is it the same as ours?"
The little boy nodded: "Yes."
Originally, Lingbao and the others were the only ones selling them, so naturally they had no choice but to come here to buy them, regardless of whether they were in the east or south of the city.
But now there is also one in the south of the city, so people living in the south of the city will naturally choose the one that is closer.
It turned out to be this reason.
"Then why didn't you go there?" Cheng Yi asked.
Unexpectedly, for such a common question, the little boy showed an embarrassed and shy smile. He glanced at Ling Bao and said with a smile: "She is pretty. I want to see more of her."
Cheng Yun: "..."
Cheng Yi: "???"
The Lingbao was originally standing in front of the little boy. After speaking, the two brothers moved in surprisingly unison, picked up the Lingbao and held it in their arms, looking at the little boy warily.
Doesn't this kid have any evil intentions?
Although he is still a young child, what if something happens?
You know, their Lingbao is cute, good-looking, well-behaved and smart, so it’s normal for anyone to like it!
It's not normal if you don't like it.
What you shouldn’t think about should be nipped in the cradle!
"Have you finished shopping? Go home as soon as you finish shopping, otherwise the family will be anxious." Cheng Yun smiled warmly and was very considerate of others.
The little boy shook his head: "My parents know that I am here. I want to talk to her, is that okay?"
Ling Bao, who was pointed at, felt his eyes go dark, and his second brother pressed his head into his arms, making him unable to breathe.
The little hand patted the second brother's arm and mumbled for help: "Uh-huh... help, second brother, let me go!"
The king patted the back of his hand with his paw, and his hand suddenly turned red: "Fool, Ling Bao is going to be suffocated to death by you!"
Cheng Yi hissed and relaxed a little. Ling Bao revealed a small face that was red and suffocated, and his eyes were watery.
"Second brother!" Ling Bao was so angry that he slapped Cheng Yi with his little hands.
Cheng Yi said sarcastically: "I was wrong, the second brother was too excited."
Lingbao snorted at him.
In fact, the little boy didn't really think anything wrong. He didn't know so much at this age. He just thought Ling Bao was cute, good-looking, and very approachable.
But Cheng Yun and Cheng Yi are still very vigilant. Maybe this is a common problem among parents.
After selling the remaining steamed buns, Cheng Yun said to the little boy: "We are going home, so you should go back quickly."
The little boy said with some disappointment: "Okay."
He turned back three times with each step, quite reluctant to leave.
It’s so interesting to chat with Lingbao. She knows a lot of things and is still studying!
Cheng Yi waved his hand and urged: "Let's go, let's go."
After cleaning up the stall, they walked around in the south of the city and saw a steamed bun shop selling yellow steamed buns.
The other party has a shop, so they steam a lot of steamed buns and sell them from morning to night.
The boss probably recognized them, and when he saw them, his cheerful expression became a little embarrassed. After all, he was learning from others!
Cheng Yi said unhappily: "How could he do this? Isn't this stealing business!"
"Normal." Cheng Yun thought very openly, "Didn't we just grab business before?"
Moreover, they did not intend to do it for a long time. They could not regard making steamed buns as a permanent career, so when others asked about the dyeing secret, they did not hide it.
"That's right." Cheng Yi scratched his cheek and asked, "Brother, do we still sell it?"
"Sell it, it's not like it can't be sold now." Cheng Yun said, "Just wait until it can't be sold and then stop selling it. If you can make money, you still have to make more."
After returning home, Lingbao ran to the village chief's house.
"aunt!"
The village chief's wife, who was doing needlework, immediately responded: "She's in the house, come in quickly."
Ling Bao jumped into the back room, climbed onto the kang and sat down, asking: "Auntie, are you picking up the soles of your shoes?"
The village chief's wife scratched her head with a needle as a habit, and said with a smile: "Yes, I made it for your uncle. His feet are very worn, and I don't know if they have nails."
Ling Bao was amused by this statement and showed his small white teeth in laughter.
Although the aunt was complaining, Ling Bao knew that she and the village chief had a good relationship!
"Mom, have you applied turmeric today?"
The village chief's wife put down her things and stretched out her hand in front of Lingbao: "Yes, Lingbao, look at it, is it a little lighter?"
Lingbao held the aunt's hand and looked at it carefully.
A few days ago, Cheng Yun bought milk in the county town. When he came back, he mixed it with turmeric to make a paste.
But everyone in their family was still young and no one had spots, so Ling Bao thought of the village chief's wife.
The village chief's wife does not have a large area, but she has to work all year round. She is exposed to the wind and sun, and her skin is naturally not much better. There are some spots on her face and hands, so she is the most suitable candidate.
So Lingbao and the others found the village chief's wife and told her the details. It was her business whether she wanted to or not, and they would never force her.
But the village chief's wife felt that Ling Bao and the others would definitely not harm her, so there was nothing she couldn't agree to.
Then Lingbao came to observe the effect every day.
"It's really a bit lighter!" Ling Bao beamed with joy.
There was no change at all in the past few days, and she was so anxious that she went to the space to read it again every night, for fear that she might have remembered it wrong.
"It finally faded away, it really works!"
The village chief's wife looked at her hand, turned it over and over, and sighed: "No, I was shocked when I saw it today. Look at it like this again."
The village chief's wife put her hands side by side in front of Ling Bao.
At that time, I painted my left hand, but not my right hand, so the contrast between the two hands is obvious.
"The effect is great!" Ling Bao was surprised.
The village chief's wife nodded and said yes, yes.
What woman doesn't love beauty? She feels very uncomfortable when she sees herself with spots and wrinkles, but she has no choice but to work in the fields.
Now that she can at least get rid of the spots, she is very satisfied.