Qi Boyan's cold eyes once again glanced at Jiang Huizhi, who wanted to contact Meng Yao wholeheartedly, and found that her eyes were twinkling.
He originally thought of contacting Dr. Sun through her, but he didn't expect that she had the same idea and wanted to test him through Meng Yao?
He did not speak to disturb Meng Yao's decision-making, and stayed by his side quietly.
"For one dollar, I will pay for all the cooking materials."
After Jiang Huizhi said the price, Meng Yao was finally moved and said with bright eyes: "Deal!"
"Wait until I finish selling the buns."
For one dollar a meal, she can earn one more dollar.
One dollar!
Meng Yao later realized that he had compromised for a dollar, and his fat face felt embarrassed.
In the past, a dollar on the ground wouldn't have been worth her stooping to pick up.
Jiang Huizhi nodded with satisfaction, took the bun and didn't leave. She found a place and bit into the bun.
The first thing to eat was red bean paste buns.
You don't need to taste whether this person's cooking is delicious or not, you can tell just by looking at it.
Meng Yao's buns are so beautifully pleated, and the shape alone is as exquisite as a handicraft.
Jiang Huizhi likes to eat Mengyao bean paste buns. Not only does she like the good-tasting bean paste inside, but she also likes the soft and elastic outer skin with a hint of sweetness.
"How come a little girl who is so good at cooking suddenly appeared in this small town?"
Jiang Huizhi couldn't help but murmur.
It's not surprising that she thinks so. She has lived in this small town for so long and knows that the small town is far behind Kyoto in all aspects, including food, clothing, housing, transportation, and people's ideas.
How can such a little girl show up to do business, and there is a young man who looks so handsome and looks extraordinary standing next to her? How can people feel at ease?
Uncle Hu queued to the back of the queue, and when it was his turn after everyone had finished buying, the long queue had passed.
While Uncle Hu was still behind, he heard someone saying that the buns were sold out, and he was so anxious that he pulled off a few strands of his beard.
When it was his turn, he slapped the small tricycle.
"If there are any other steamed buns, take them out!"
Seeing Uncle Hu's anxious look, Meng Yao suppressed a laugh and turned over the steamer, then said in a low voice: "Uncle, there are only meat buns with radish sauce left. Look..."
Uncle Hu: "..."
What about meat buns with radish sauce? He hates eating radishes the most. I wonder if radishes make stinky farts?
When Uncle Hu heard this, he almost sat on the ground and couldn't get up, "Why are there only pork buns with radish sauce left? I hate eating this the most. You don't know. No, you said yesterday that you would give me the leftovers if you had any delicious ones. You can't
Don't keep your word, I want to eat other steamed buns, if not, you can go back to my house and make them for me!"
Meng Yao raised his eyes with a pitiful look, "Uncle, actually the meat buns with radish sauce are also very delicious. Haven't you tried them before? Otherwise, why don't you feel aggrieved first?"
"You actually let me eat unpalatable steamed buns?"
Uncle Hu's old face suddenly fell down, and his fluttering beard drooped as he became depressed.
"I have helped you so much. Not only did I bring you business, but I also gave you a position. This is how you treat me. Let others tell me, do you deserve me like this? Do you deserve it?"
Meng Yao: "..." Why does she sound like a heartless person?
Meng Yao dared to tease Uncle Hu again, and quickly took out the buns left for him, "Uncle, I've kept them for you. There are bean paste buns, sour bean buns, and beef vermicelli buns. I'll tell you secretly, as soon as I saw them
If you are at the back of the queue, I will reserve it for you immediately!"