After hearing from several regular customers that the Chubing Xishi's Chubing Biscuits were chewy and difficult to swallow without soup and water, Su Qingluan went to the opposite side out of curiosity and wanted to buy a Chubing Biscuit to try.
When the lady at the table saw that it was Su Qingluan, she hurriedly pushed her and said, "Hey, two cents can buy three of my pancakes. I just drank that big bowl of soup for nothing, and you didn't ask for any money!"
Su Qingluan refused: "What you said is true, but how do you calculate your kindness for helping my family catch the pickpocket? It seems that my family only gave you a bowl of soup, which is really outrageous."
Mrs. Xi is a person who "gets stronger when strong". When she encounters ordinary gangsters or unreasonable troublemakers, she can immediately scold them in a series of different ways. If others get more serious, she can perform a full martial arts show.
But when she met an honest and reasonable family like the Su family, she was at a loss as to what to do. When Su Qingluan said this, she murmured: "Hey, it's not a big deal, but I just want to help." That’s all.”
Su Qingluan insisted on giving her the money: "We are all doing small business, who has it easy?"
But Madam Xi sighed: "My dear lady, if you don't want to pay a penny or two, you'd better take a few steps to the flax cake shop on the street. The cakes made by that shop are soft and fragrant, and are drier than mine. But it tastes much better.”
The skinny old man selling melons next to him held his hands and shook his head: "You said you, woman, other people would like to trick more people into buying them, so why are you pushing the customers away?"
Su Qingluan said with a smile: "Ms. Xi is a real person. Besides, if she ruins her reputation, who will patronize the business in the future?" What's more, Mrs. Xi also understands that she can come to her house to buy cakes without paying attention to the taste. .
Su Qingluan took a bite of the oil paper and chewed it in her mouth.
This cake is indeed drier than others, but it is chewier. It is obvious that the dough was not risen properly during the rise. But this taste...
When Su Qingluan was eating Mrs. Xi's cooking cakes, the old man selling melons next to her was still muttering: "This cooking cake is a bit dry, otherwise, little kid, you'd better go drink some water to loosen it."
Madam Xi quickly turned around to bring Su Qingluan a bowl of water. Su Qingluan immediately scratched her neck and swallowed the cake in her mouth, choking and making her throat hurt.
But she didn't care about this trivial matter, and hurriedly said to Madam Xi: "Why don't you change the way you cook the cakes?" Then she whispered a few words in Madam Su's ear.
"Can that thing be used on cakes?" Mrs. Xi was dubious.
"Heat it and the smell will go away." Su Qingluan was very sure. After saying that, she turned back to her stall.
"Da Ya, what are you doing? Come and help take the bowl to the back to wash." Ms. Yang and her husband were so busy that they breathed a sigh of relief when their eldest daughter finally came back.
Su Qingluan collected the pile of bowls and blinked mysteriously: "I sent the money." After saying that, he hummed a tune that didn't make sense and walked towards the well behind him.
But on the other side of the road, the old man selling melons next to him was a little curious about what Su Qingluan said to Lady Xi, but Lady Xi did not answer. She was carefully recalling the words Su Qingluan told her.
Generally speaking, most people wouldn't take it too seriously when it comes to a little girl who is thirteen or fourteen years old. But Mrs. Xi intuitively felt that Su Qingluan's words could not be a trap for her, so she decided to give Su Qingluan's words a try.
A few days later.
While Mrs. Yang was serving soup to the guests who were handed over the wooden sign for queuing, she poked her husband who was collecting the bill next to him: "I said, boss, look at the business of Xishi's family cooking cakes across the way. I think it's better than before. A lot.”
Su Guangfu didn't think too much. He picked up the copper plates in his hands, counted the pairs, and put them into the box below: "Didn't we say before that our sesame soup and the cooking cakes opposite us sold more together?"
Yang was busy with her hands, but her eyes were fixed on the opposite side. After a while, she shook her head: "I don't think it looks like it, it seems to be more."
A customer heard the murmuring between Mr. Yang and her husband, smiled and came over and joked: "What? Seeing that the cakes are selling well, do you want to change your career?"
Yang smiled and said: "You just want to change your career? I'm just curious. If a family becomes popular and you want to change your career, then I don't have to do anything else all day long and just change your career."
When the people around heard it, they all became happy - which is true. There are many vendors in the small county town, and the flow of people is intertwined. Every day, there are those who have a booming business, and every day there are those who can't afford to be a yellow stall.
All living things are ups and downs, and no one in the town is always lively, but this town is always so lively.
At this time, someone happened to queue up to the front row, holding a pancake bought from the lady opposite, so Yang asked the person out of curiosity what was going on.
"I'm not sure what it is." The man's clothes were also very shabby, and there was a patch on his arm. He looked like he was living in distress. The young man pinched the oil paper in his hand and said, "Ms. Xi's family must have changed the way they cook the cakes in the past few days. Although they are still dry, for some reason, they become more and more flavorful the more you chew them!"
As he said that, the young man raised the cakes in his hand - there were six of them!
You know, before, he always bought two cooking cakes every time, and then came to the Su's stall to buy a small bowl of sesame soup. Five cents was a meal.
But today the young man said with a smile: "The cakes are very tough even after they are cooled. The more they are chewed, the more delicious they become. I bought a few more and went back to eat them!"
Su Qingluan, who was stacking wooden bowls nearby, smiled with an unfathomable look on his face. Others didn't think it was a big deal, but Yang and Su Guangfu knew their eldest daughter's smile as soon as they saw it, and they knew that the improvement in business across the street must be due to their daughter's "handiwork".
On this day, when the Su family closed the stall, Mrs. Xi brought two roast chickens and a pot of wine, saying that she would put them down for the Su family. She also said, "A small thank you gift is nothing," which further convinced Su Guangfu and his wife. speculation.
"Young lady of the Su family, brothers and eldest sister of the Su family," Madam Xi looked at Su Guangfu and Yang, and finally fell on Su Qingluan, patting her chest hard, "I will definitely help you if there is anything I can do in the future. Never give up!"
Su Guangfu and Yang understood that although Mrs. Xi's words were ostensibly for their whole family, in the end it was Su Qingluan who had to thank her.
Although they were Su Qingluan's parents, Su Qingluan's behavior made it difficult for them to treat her as a child, but as an adult of comparable status.
Therefore, even as elders, Su Guangfu and Yang did not speak rashly relying on their "seniority", but waited for Su Qingluan to come forward.
