Su Qingluan thanked him again, accepted the box, and turned to leave, but he heard Mr. Xu behind him wondering: "Did you hear any noises, little friend Su?"
After a moment, he followed the sound and looked down at Su Qingluan's feet.
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and raised her feet to reveal the nails on the soles: "Old sir, I'm afraid it's the sound the shoes made on the ground."
The floor inside the shop is paved with blue bricks, which is different from the loess floor outside, and the copper nails are made of metal, and there is a soft "click, click" sound when stepping on the masonry road.
Mr. Xu was a little curious when he saw this. Su Qingluan was outside after all. Moreover, Mr. Xu was a male. According to the concept of this era, it was not convenient to take off his shoes to show the other person, so she asked for paper and pen and wrote on it. painting.
While he was drawing, he was explaining, and in a few sentences he explained the making and use of the nail shoes.
"When the road is muddy after rain like this, you can wear these shoes. They are much more stable than ordinary cloth shoes."
After all, traditional shoes don’t have the anti-slip pattern on the soles of modern sneakers.
"But if it's winter, I'm afraid I'll have to put on cotton-padded shoes, but using copper nails this way will probably be very icy."
"It's a good idea." Mr. Xu nodded, "I'll wait and ask my friends. He had a lot of friends in his early years and may know some ways to improve it."
Su Qingluan only listened to this and didn't take it to heart very much. Besides, she thought her crude method was just for emergencies.
After saying goodbye to Mr. Xu, Su Qingluan turned around and went to Hongfu Tower.
Like Mr. Xu, Shopkeeper Liang also showed interest in the nail shoes, and even joked that Su Qingluan had damaged his mahogany floor with these shoes.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "It seems that if the methods I have come up with to attract customers tomorrow don't work, Uncle Liang will be unforgiving."
Shopkeeper Liang also bowed his hands in an exaggerated manner: "How dare you? I still hope that Miss Su will develop a few more high-quality and low-priced dishes to enrich the brand of my small restaurant."
The two chatted for a while, and shopkeeper Liang turned around and asked the waiter to bring a plate of Qiaoguo: "Just like my niece said, each Qiaoguo is filled with fillings, including twenty raisins, five shredded candied dates, and salted egg yolks. One grain, the rest are all red bean paste.”
Su Qingluan originally thought that the "Participation Award" grade Qiaoguo could be made without fillings. However, after seeing the finished product, it was still different from the ones with fillings, so he simply had to add fillings to them all.
Su Qingluan joked: "How about I just pick one to get lucky?" Anyway, there are hundreds of Qiaoguo, and this one is a lot less. She still likes bean paste filling.
Shopkeeper Liang naturally didn't have any objections, so he smiled when Su Qingluan put a Qiaoguo in his mouth and bit it open: it turned out to be the unique egg yolk filling.
Su Qingluan:......
Shopkeeper Liang:......
Su Qingluan smiled awkwardly: "Uncle Liang, could you please ask the chef to make another one..." This was what Wan Wanmei had thought of.
In her previous life, she never won more than ten yuan from lottery tickets. How come she won the first prize this time just by randomly picking one?
But she can never take the first prize - if she takes it away, how can she create a gimmick? You still expect it to attract customers, right?
"Niece Xian is really lucky. It shows that she is a lucky person!" Boss Liang sighed very much.
Su Qingluan laughed dryly and couldn't help complaining: "Don't let this 'big prize' be eaten too early tomorrow!" She also hoped that the first prize would attract more customers.
Suddenly, she had an idea, rolled her eyes, leaned over and whispered a few words in a low voice.
Shopkeeper Liang smiled and pointed at Su Qingluan: "You girl, you have a lot of tricks up your sleeve."
Su Qingluan made a blessing gift with a sly expression and said, "Thank you for the compliment."
After teasing her a few words, shopkeeper Liang made a "please" gesture to her: "Tomorrow is the Chinese Valentine's Day, would you like to see your 'teaching results' yesterday?"
Su Qingluan raised her eyebrows and was somewhat interested.
Speaking of her previous life as an apprentice, she also received a lot of scolding. The master would not be particularly tolerant to her just because she was a girl and because she was adopted by the master.
In the words of the chef, "When it comes to learning skills, both men and women must learn hard. Since you want to be a real chef, I will ask you to treat everyone equally."
Then he scolded her bloody.
It was true that she burst into tears when she was scolded, and gritted her teeth with hatred behind her back. It is also true that she is grateful to her master now.
It's very refreshing to think that now I can "instruct" others in a slightly "condescending" manner, Su Qingluan thought.
But she has not forgotten that this Hongfu Building is not her own territory, so when she sees the helpers in the kitchen making such mistakes, she just gives them some pointers and does not reprimand them - after all, the real people here are The boss should be Chef Xu Yuanwei Xu.
But today Xu Yuanwei didn't know why, but Su Qingluan felt that he was a little strange - no, to be precise, it should be extremely strange.
This weirdness can be felt from the way he vaguely avoided her last time, but today Su Qingluan affirmed again: it was not her illusion.
However, when she went up to ask, Xu Yuanwei just shook his head and said it was nothing. Su Qingluan looked over carefully, and the vague dodge seemed to have disappeared.
Although Su Qingluan's head was full of questions, she couldn't drag people into asking for help.
Su Qingluan didn't take this matter to heart, turned around and forgot about it.
After handling the important matters, Su Qingluan turned around and returned home.
Yang came out and saw an extra box in her hand, and asked what it was.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Mr. Xu told me to keep the things he gave me."
"How can I ask for a gift in return if I make two meatballs?"
Su Qingluan smiled bitterly: "Mr. Xu is too kind to refuse."
Thinking of Xu Kekuan's enthusiasm to go to the stall every day for a recipe for burrito ingredients, Yang felt a little headache and a little funny.
After a long while, she finally sighed and said: "Let's remember the kindness of others and don't forget it in the future. It's also good to have more friends."
Su Qingluan nodded, turned around and went into the house, changed into clean cloth shoes, and went to unpack the box.
Su Qingluan held the box along the way and felt it was quite heavy. According to the appearance and shape of the box and Mr. Xu's identity as the shopkeeper of Nong Moxuan, Su Qingluan thought that the biggest thing inside should be an inkstone, otherwise it would be used. Expensive town rulers and the like.
The result was beyond her expectation. When the box was carefully opened, Su Qingluan's admiration was mixed with joy: "This, this is...!"
