Jiang Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief after selling the dried beans shipped from Anshui County to Youranju.
She didn't let her second brother down or screw up his business.
But what's even more surprising is that since the master chef knew that Jiuzhenfang was opened by them, he would visit it from time to time. It was common to bring two kilograms of pastries, and he would go to the back kitchen if nothing happened.
At first Aunt Zhang thought he was trying to steal the formula, so she became more vigilant and even Wang Xiaosong became hostile to him.
Until five days before the new year.
The master chef who had been watching for a long time finally said, "Youranju also has a master who makes pastries, but his energy is limited, and he can only make three or five kinds of pastries every day. I think your pastries are very good, are you willing to supply them to Youranju?"
Aunt Zhang was extremely shocked.
This sudden surprise almost overwhelmed her. She thought it would be good to open a shop to make some small money, but she didn't expect that Youranju would take notice.
That was the best restaurant in Fengjing. Each dish was priced at 2 yuan, so how could he possibly value her mere pastries?
"Master Kong is joking." After calming down, Zhang Xianglian said cautiously, "Jiuzhenfang's pastries are cheap, so I'm afraid they won't catch the eyes of noble people."
The most expensive item in the shop is the jujube cake. Because the raw material, glutinous rice flour, is expensive, the price is high, but it only costs 300 Wen to buy one catty and get half a catty free, which is equivalent to 100 Wen and half a catty.
Aunt Zhang felt ashamed when she thought about the scene where the noble men from Fengjing walked into Youranju, sat down, and ordered half a catty of jujube cakes and ate all-you-can-eat jujube cakes for only a hundred cents.
Youran Ju should be selling the kind of expensive pastries that cost one tael and half a piece of silver and are gone after just two bites.
"No, no, no, your pastry tastes really unique." The master chef waved his hands when he was anxious, "I really wanted to cooperate with you after I tasted it. I'm not kidding, I'm serious."
He was born tall and thick, and he often tasted food when he was in charge of cooking, so he had quite a bit of flesh on his body.
This excitement scared Aunt Zhang.
Although the woman in her thirties had experienced many hardships, she ate well and was in a good mood after spending time with her six children. She gradually became fairer and softer, and at first glance she looked like she was in her twenties.
In addition, she has a gentle temper and a timid temperament. Whenever she is frightened, her eyes can't help but turn red. Embedded on her fair and timid face, she looks like a little white rabbit who is easy to bully.
The master's waving hand suddenly froze.
He had a premonition that as long as he said one more word, the woman in front of him would cry to him.
Out of pity and guilt, he put his hands behind his back and was about to apologize solemnly and talk about the cakes.
Wang Xiaosong, who was serving pastries from Leng Buding's kitchen, came out. Seeing this scene, and remembering Aunt Zhang's warning, his hair stood on end and he felt anxious.
Soon enough, the young man put down the cake in his hand, rushed over like a meteor, and hit the master on the waist.
All I heard was "ouch".
Jiang Sheng and Chang Yan, who had just arrived at the gate of Jiuzhenfang, were both stunned, thinking that something had happened to Aunt Zhang.
But the cry was clearly that of a rough man.
Could it be that someone is looking for trouble?
The two siblings were shocked and rushed in. They saw the amiable master lying on the ground, with a stunned Aunt Zhang standing next to him, and Wang Xiaosong lying on the ground.
"Master!" Jiang Sheng exclaimed, rushing towards him to help him.
But the master was two times heavier than her, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't help her up.
Chang Yan was still clever and turned around and went into Wen's Medical Center.
The advantage of being close to a medical center is vividly reflected at this time.
When Wen Zhiyun appeared with a small medicine box, the master had already been helped up by Jiang Sheng and Aunt Zhang, and the reasons were explained.
"It's all my fault. I... thought I was going to be beaten again." Zhang Xianglian said timidly, "Xiao Song misunderstood, and that's why he made such a mistake."
Even though she has lived independently for three years, those fears engraved in her bones still exist. Every time she sees a man raise his hand, she will subconsciously shrink and panic.
Jiang Sheng understood, Wen Zhiyun understood, and even Wang Xiaosong lay on the ground in shame and did not dare to stand up.
Only the master said in confusion, "Being beaten?"
No one explained anything.
After checking his pulse, Wen Zhiyun massaged his waist and said softly, "It's just a twist. The problem is not serious. Just rest for a few days and drink two doses of medicine."
He carried the small medicine box and returned to the hospital to continue seeing patients and taking medicine. Before leaving, he rubbed Jiang Sheng's little head.
After a while, Wang Xiaozhu delivered two sets of medicine and kicked his brother on the way.
Clearly resentful of his recklessness.
"It's all my fault." Wang Xiaosong looked ashamed, "As soon as I saw my aunt crying, I... I became anxious."
"It's my fault, it's because I'm too timid." Zhang Xianglian shook her head.
The two of them rushed to admit their mistakes, much to the amusement of the master on the side.
Although he didn't know what happened to Zhang Xianglian, this woman's kindness and weakness made him unable to open his mouth to ask for responsibility, "I'm fine. It's normal for you to have bad waist as you get older. If you were twenty years younger, you wouldn't necessarily be lying on the ground." it's me."
Wang Xiaosong hummed, this is true. If the master hadn't put his hands behind his back, he probably wouldn't have been knocked down by him.
What a great coincidence.
"Okay, that's it for today. You can think about the cakes for a while, and I'll take the medicine." The master stood up with support on his waist and tied two pairs of medicines to his belt.
Zhang Xianglian looked at it from a distance, her face full of guilt.
When the master had gone far away, Jiang Sheng asked curiously, "Auntie, what's the matter with the pastries?"
"Youranju wants the pastries from Jiuzhenfang." Zhang Xianglian frowned, "They don't even look down on our red dates, chestnuts and hawthorns, how can they like the pastries."
When the time comes, they will be humiliated again, and the dignity that the little Jiang Sheng brother and sister have earned through hard work will be lost again.
Aunt Zhang's worries were justified, and Jiang Sheng agreed, but considering the master's efforts on the beans, she felt that there should be something to be done.
In the final analysis, Jiuzhenfang benefits the most from the cooperation with Youranju.
Jiang Sheng felt that even if his second brother was here, he would still be reluctant to give up this big fat body that was visible to the naked eye.
"Auntie, I think this matter can really be considered." She said softly, "If it doesn't work out, we will visit the master another day and ask more questions."
Zhang Xianglian nodded solemnly.
It doesn't matter whether you ask about pastries or not. The main thing is that kind people feel guilty and want to try their best to make up for their mistakes.
The next day.
Jiang Sheng dictated, and Zhang Xianglian’s new bean paste lotus cake was ready.
She carefully wrapped two portions in oil paper, and went to Youranju with Jiang Sheng Changyan to ask for the master's address, and then groped all the way to the master's home.
I originally thought that the master chef would be an ordinary citizen who would suffer from the smoke and fire in the kitchen every day, but it turned out that his mansion was quite impressive, and it was as big as three rooms in size.
This house alone in Fengjing is worth no less than a thousand taels of silver.
Aunt Zhang and Jiang Sheng were both a little shocked and stood speechless in front of the Tonghuan Gate.
Chang Yan chuckled helplessly and motioned Jiang San to knock on the door, but when he tilted his head, he caught a glimpse of their elusive elder brothers.
Xu Mo looked hurriedly, and he was followed by two young men of about the same age. They were holding a few pieces of rice paper in their hands and observing the surrounding environment as they walked.
Like looking for someone.
That was all. Not long after they passed by, two men in black followed behind them. Judging from their strong and capable appearance, they must be from the Lian family.
