"'Make a Hundred Wealths'?" A trace of interest appeared in the eyes of the thin young man sitting in the wheelchair.
"That's true," Songbo said with a smile, "I don't know what's there to guess about a small burrito."
"It's just a gimmick."
"But in the past month, no one has been able to guess the mystery of this flavor."
Seeing Song Bo's eager expression, the young man smiled and said, "In that case, why don't we try it too."
In recent times, if there is a hot topic in Lefeng Town, it is undoubtedly "Juan Baicai".
Apart from the discussion of the "jackpot" itself, more importantly, the Su family's burrito stand was the only one that caused Dong Ji's burrito to suffer a big setback.
Therefore, many vendors who had eaten at Dongji Burrito were greeted with smiles when they saw the three members of the Su family. They even stuffed melons and fruits into their arms to eat. They were very enthusiastic.
Shou Hou'er, Aunt Yang, and Meimei all raised their thumbs when they saw Su Qingluan and praised: "The little lady of the Su family has a way to fix that Dong surname!"
"..." Su Qingluan twitched the corner of her mouth: Can she say that she did not expect this situation?
It turns out that Su Qingluan just wanted to use the "jackpot" gimmick to attract the attention of customers and seize the customers who "pursue taste rather than benefits".
However, Dong Mao probably did too many things to lower prices maliciously, and he succeeded every time. This time he also used "if you guess the seasoning, you can eat it for free" plus a "prize" of a lot of money.
However, unlike Su Qingluan who has confidence in his secret seasoning recipe, Dong Mao, an opportunistic shopkeeper, will not put a lot of effort into his food, and usually only pursues the results without success.
Since the cooking methods and seasonings are ordinary, it is natural for the recipe to be guessed.
Dong Mao was naturally unwilling to lose all his money in vain and ask for extra food, so in order not to guess the seasoning formula, he went crazy and randomly increased or decreased the seasoning ratio, making the burrito taste very weird. Passenger traffic has been greatly reduced.
Su Qingluan was speechless when he found out about this: Does this mean that his opponent is giving away his life and he is winning?
However, she was not complacent about this, but rather worried: Although the other party this time was cunning and had some bad methods, in fact, since there was no protector behind him who truly had power, Dong Mao was considered "very cute".
But this era is a real feudal dynasty, and the powerful class can really determine the life and death of a commoner like her.
She hated this, but had to admit it existed.
And if she wants to become bigger and stronger in the future, her competitors will become stronger - even possessing her unshakable power.
In this case, she also needs to make plans for the longer term.
This thought just flashed by now, and Su Qingluan didn't have a very clear idea - because another round-faced lady who was squeezed out by "Dongji Burrito" and sold fruit instead asked her to get some fresh pears.
Su Qingluan couldn't resist the kindness. Seeing that the shredded vegetables prepared were enough for Yang to sell for a while, she only had time to say "I'll be back as soon as I go" before she was pulled up by her sleeves and ran away.
Seeing this, the thin monkey burst into laughter and said, "Hey, when the Zhou family's wife pulled her, the Su family's little lady was like a kite with its string broken, and she was pulled away as lightly as she could!"
Aunt Yang on the other side heard this and teased: "You are as skinny as a chicken and can't compete with your old hen that lays eggs. How dare you whisper to others?"
Then he turned to look at Yang and said, "Sister, don't rush to buy fabrics in the next two or three days. A batch of new goods will be coming soon. I'll leave you some fresh designs and colors, which are guaranteed to be 20% cheaper than outside!"
Yang nodded and wanted to say something more. He looked up and said in surprise: "Hey, isn't this Songbo? ...What kind of fragrant wind brings you here?"
Immediately he realized something, looked behind Song Bo, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Mu is not here? Isn't he feeling well?"
"Everything is fine, boss," Songbo said with a smile, "I just heard about your family's reputation as 'Juan Baicai' and came to join in on the fun. Maybe I can guess the subtleties of the seasoning."
"Hey, what's 'exquisite' or not," Yang waved her hand, "It's all these tricks made by my eldest daughter - oh, speaking of which, you haven't met my eldest daughter yet. Unfortunately, she just now leave."
"We will meet if we are destined." Songbo bought two burritos and wanted to pay Su Guangfu, but Su Guangfu refused.
"Mr. Mu always helps the villagers when they are in trouble. We are very grateful, so how can we still ask for your money?"
"That's right!" Mrs. Yang also came over to agree, "Just treat us like this - even though it's not a valuable thing." Then he pushed the money back without any explanation.
Song Bo had no choice but to smile and said: "Then I'm welcome." He chatted casually with Su Guangfu and his wife for a few more words, then turned and left.
The thin monkey came over and asked curiously: "Who is that old man? He looks a bit old, but his movements are very neat!" And he is also strong and has no rickets at all that older people show.
Yang explained: "I heard that Songbo was an Orion when he was young."
"No wonder!" Thin Monkey suddenly realized.
"Hey, it's a pity that the eldest girl is not here, otherwise I could introduce her to her." Yang felt a little regretful that Su Qingluan didn't see Song Bo.
Su Guangfu comforted him: "Da Ya just came back not long ago. Now that we are in the same village, there is always a chance."
At this time, Su Qingluan didn't know about this episode when she left, so she avoided the embarrassment of staying in the Toe Villa for the second time.
And Song Bo, one of the "embarrassing people", saw no one around after leaving Lefeng Town. His feet that were just walking quickly became more and more vigorous, and finally he turned into a "whisper" like a shadow that he couldn't see clearly. A black shadow flashed towards Huaxi Village.
As soon as Song Bofu entered the door, Mr. Mu - the thin, pale young man in the wheelchair - put down the book in his hand, raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Why fly back with Qinggong?"
Song Bo's movements were stagnant, and he muttered to himself, he had obviously adjusted his breathing, so why did he reveal his secrets again this time?
On the face, he quickly clasped his fists and said: "I can't hide anything from my boss, I just need to loosen my muscles and bones a little. It's been too calm 'over there' recently, and my old bones are almost rusty."
Mr. Mu was noncommittal and turned to the oil paper bag in Song Bo's hand: "Is this it?"
Song Bo nodded, cleaned his hands, took one of the burritos himself, and handed the other to Mr. Mu along with the oil paper bag.
Mr. Mu took the burrito, took a bite and chewed it.
In fact, holding the food and eating it with bare hands like this is a bit rude, but Mr. Mu's movements were so calm and unhurried, and his rough dining posture was actually a bit free and freehand.
While eating, Song Bo said: "I can't believe that the eldest girl of the Su family, who was raised in the Anning Marquis Mansion for the past ten years, can help her parents run the stall so quickly - well, it is said that this shredded cabbage She cut them all.”
"Oh?" Mr. Mu lowered his eyes and looked at the shredded vegetables in the burrito, which were evenly thick and comparable to a ruler, and asked as if unintentionally: "How long does it take for a chef to perfect his knife skills?"
