Xiao Yu and Ming He turned their heads together and saw a fat man, in his forties or fifties, with gorgeous clothes and a peaceful temperament. Behind him was a boy and a maid. He looked like he was from a wealthy family.
Xiao Yu quickly said: "The buns are for sale."
"Incomparably delicious steamed buns." Minghe added.
"What's so delicious about a steamed bun?" the boy asked.
The maid answered in a low voice: "Yes, sir, we will arrive at Qingshi Town soon. There are many restaurants there. If you don't like it, we can still eat at my uncle's house. Why eat the buns from these roadside vendors in case they are unclean? , I have a bad stomach, and the girl wants to scold the younger one."
The fat old man said disapprovingly: "Master, I have eaten all kinds of delicacies, and I have never had a bad stomach. Besides, the food in this restaurant has the taste of a restaurant, and the taste of home has the taste of home. Naturally, the roadside has the taste of the roadside. It is different, and You see, the older one and the younger one are fair and good-looking, so these buns must be well made."
These two people are really good-looking, the kind that makes people unable to take their eyes away, but neither the maid nor the boy really want to eat steamed buns.
The fat man ignored them and looked at Xiao Yu and the others: "What kind of stuffing are you selling?"
Without waiting for Xiao Yu's answer, Minghe said enthusiastically: "Grandpa, what we sell is stuffed vegetables, mushrooms and carrots! Buy one! Three cents! Cheap and delicious! Unbeatably delicious!" He had just seen many vendors selling things. , he learned some speaking skills and put them to use immediately.
Xiao Yu marveled at the little guy's learning ability.
The young boy and the maid heard that the stuffing with vegetables, mushrooms and carrots was so plain and tasteless, they were even less interested.
The fat man was still very interested and said: "Okay, give me one, I want to see how delicious this vegetable, mushroom and carrot bun is."
Minghe looked at Xiao Yu happily and said happily: "Uncle, he wants to buy one!"
"Well, I heard it, Ming He did a great job!" Xiao Yu responded to Ming He, pulled out a piece of oil paper from the bamboo basket, picked up a bun, and handed it to the fat old man.
The fat old man took it and said, "It's still hot."
"It will get cold in a while." Xiao Yu said with a smile.
"Then I have to eat it while it's hot." The fat master looked at the maid and said, "Give me money."
The maid took out three coins and gave it to Xiao Yu.
The fat old man did not leave immediately, but stood there and looked at the round buns and said, "This buns are beautifully made."
"It's okay, it's okay." Xiao Yu was modest.
The fat man did not continue to look, but took a bite of the bun with curiosity. He felt that the skin of the bun was extremely soft, and there seemed to be fine honeycomb openings inside, spewing out continuous air, filling his mouth with pure noodles. Fragrant, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
The boy thought it was not delicious and said quickly: "Master, if you can't eat it, then don't eat it."
The maid nodded in agreement.
"You can eat whatever you can! My uncle and I ate both! It's delicious!" Minghe was afraid that others would say that his uncle was not good or that his buns were not good, so he couldn't wait to explain.
Xiao Yu's heart felt warm after hearing this, and he reached out to touch the little guy's head.
The fat man had no time to pay attention to them. He was focused on eating. He just chewed it a little, and the oily vegetables and mushrooms overflowed with juice in his mouth. They were fresh and fragrant. After chewing them twice, they had the crispness of the carrots. After chewing them for two more times, the fat man had no time to pay attention to them. These flavors blend perfectly with the soft bun skin.
Progressing layer by layer, changing layer by layer, each chewing produces a different salty, fresh and fragrant taste.
It was the first time for him to eat such steamed buns with a greasy and refreshing taste. It was simply a reward for his mouth, tongue, and stomach.
too delicious!
He didn't care about anything else at the moment, he just wanted to continue enjoying it, and then he realized that the bun in his hand had been eaten.
When did you finish eating?
Not satisfying at all!
He immediately said to Xiao Yu: "Give me three more buns."
"Master!" The maid was surprised.
The boy was puzzled: "Why are you still eating?"
Minghe grabbed Xiao Yu's clothes and said happily: "Uncle, he wants to eat more."
"Well, he still wants to eat." The fat master recognized the taste of the steamed buns. Xiao Yu was happy in his heart. He used oil paper to bring three more steamed buns to the fat master: "Three."
The fat old man took it over hastily.
Minghe whispered: "Uncle, he hasn't paid me yet."
The fat old man heard this, smiled heartily, and said: "Xiaofang, give me the money."
The maid heard the sound and took out nine coins and gave it to Xiao Yu.
The boy advised: "Master, if you are hungry, let's go to my uncle's house and have a good meal."
The fat old man finished another bun, and his greed was slightly satisfied. He formally said to the pressure spring and the boy: "Master, I'm not hungry, but this bun is really delicious. If you don't believe me, try it. Try it." taste."
However, even if the vegetables, mushrooms and carrots are wrapped together, no matter how delicious it is, neither the maid nor the boy is willing to eat it.
But the fat master just let them have a taste.
The maid had no choice but to take out another six cents and give it to Xiao Yu, buy two buns, hand one to the boy, and said reluctantly: "Eat it."
The young man thought to himself that he and the maid followed the master by boat from Zezhou to Qingshi Town to see the girl and uncle. Although the food they ate along the way was not delicacies from the mountains and seas, they also had fish and meat. They originally wanted to eat the special delicacies of Qingshi Town. , but ended up eating buns here.
never mind.
Just try it.
It's not poisonous anyway.
He took a bite of the bun with a resisting mentality, frowned and chewed it twice. He was suddenly startled, looked up at the maid, and found that the maid was as surprised as he was.
The fat old man immediately guessed their thoughts and said: "It tastes delicious."
Yes!
tasty!
delicious!
The vegetables, mushrooms, carrots and yeast noodles each had the right flavor, and were blended together just right. The taste was unique but extremely beautiful. The waiter changed his previous disgust and nodded repeatedly: "It's delicious."
The maid looked at Xiao Yu in astonishment. It was incredible that someone could make such ordinary ingredients so delicious.
Minghe said happily: "Uncle and the others also said it was delicious."
Xiao Yu nodded with a sense of accomplishment.
The boy finished one quickly and his eyes fell on Xiao Yu's bamboo basket involuntarily.
The fat master was always very kind to his servants and said boldly: "Buy two more."
The boy and the maid each took another bun.
The fat man had already eaten four. Although he still wanted to eat, for the sake of his health, he stopped and asked Xiao Yu how to make the buns so delicious.
He thought that the young man would talk in general terms, but he didn't expect that the other party would tell you the secret recipe and precautions in detail.
This was the first time he saw such a young man who was not hiding his secrets, and he couldn't help but feel good about him. Seeing that the young man and the child were dressed in gray and old clothes, he wanted to take care of their small business and planned to buy all the buns.
Before he could open his mouth, a passerby said directly: "Xiao Langjun, give me two buns. I see these two people eating them so deliciously."
The fat old man turned around and saw that the maid and the boy were devouring the buns nearby. The smell of the buns combined with the appearance of the food was really tempting. Not to mention the passers-by who wanted to buy, he also wanted to pack two more.
Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, the young man's bamboo basket was empty. He asked in surprise: "It's gone?"
"No!" Minghe and his uncle were looking at a basket of steamed buns in worry. Unexpectedly, the three fat men ate here for a while, attracting other pedestrians to watch, and then they all started buying steamed buns. After buying one, they bought another one. No more, he was so happy.
"This..." The fat old man regretted that he was a step too slow.
Other passers-by were full of praise after tasting the steamed buns.
The maid and the boy are still not finished.
The fat old man could only ask: "Little man, when will you come to sell steamed buns again?"
Xiao Yuzhen just made delicious food with the attitude of giving it a try, but he was too poor. He didn’t have any kitchen utensils at home. He couldn’t afford oil to make fried dough sticks, rice to make rice cakes, sugar to make candied haws, etc. .
After thinking about it, I thought that a piece of green vegetables in the small yard could be used, so I bought a small amount of flour, a small amount of dried mushrooms, a small amount of carrots, and half a catty of pork to make thirty buns.
As a result, after arriving at the small dock for an hour or two, he didn't sell a single item. At that moment, he thought about quitting the food circle and switching to dishwashing, running a waiter, herding cattle, etc. to support himself and Minghe.
Unexpectedly, in a twist of events, he met the three fat men and attracted other pedestrians to sell them and make reservations for tomorrow's buns. He suddenly gained confidence in selling buns and immediately replied: "Tomorrow morning."
"Okay, let's buy it tomorrow morning," the fat old man said.
The boy did not object this time and nodded in agreement: "Yes."
The maid looked at Xiao Yu expectantly: "You must come tomorrow."
Other pedestrians echoed.
"Okay, I'll definitely come," Xiao Yu said.
The Fat Master and others received satisfactory answers and left one after another.
The small pier was temporarily empty.
Minghe said in surprise: "Uncle, all the buns are sold out!"
"right!"
"It's sold for a lot of money."
Xiao Yu patted his pocket, and the copper plates clattered.
"Wow, there are so many, we are rich!" Minghe is still young and has no concept of money. If he thinks there is more, it means more, which means he will get rich.
Getting rich is not enough.
But Xiao Yu did the math in his mind. All twenty-nine buns were sold out, for a total of eighty-seven cents. After deducting the cost, the profit was about fifty cents. The original owner only worked as a helper at Wangyue Restaurant for thirty cents a day, so he This is much better than being a helper.
The most important thing is that this small business has a bright future and can also take care of Ming He. He smiled and said: "We will continue to work hard and we will make a fortune in the future."
"Then let's go home quickly and make buns to sell."
Xiao Yu said: "Let's go buy something first."
"What are you buying?"
"There's not enough flour. Let's buy some flour, and some dried mushrooms and carrots."
"Go, buy it!" Minghe said decisively.
The uncle and nephew made money, gained motivation, and walked with more energy. They went to Qingshi Town together and bought flour and other things. Xiao Yu still had some copper coins in his pocket. He wanted to buy skewers for Minghe. Candied haws.
"The voice of money has become quieter, so I won't buy it." Minghe thought that eighty-nine cents was a lot, but when he bought the things, it was much less. When his uncle patted his pockets, his voice was not that loud.
Xiao Yu was amused by Ming He's statement and said, "Okay, let's wait until the small money sounds louder, and then we can buy candied haws."
"Yeah." Minghe nodded.
The uncle and nephew walked happily to Jinxiu Village. Perhaps they had eaten enough in the past two days, so they only rested three times on the way back before reaching home.
They ate up the remaining chestnut roast chicken and rice cakes at noon, and there was no leftover food at night. Xiao Yu wanted to make meat for himself and Minghe, so he set aside some flour and made vegetables and pork dregs noodles.
With vegetables, meat, carbohydrates and Xiao Yu's craftsmanship guaranteed, Minghe ate a whole bowl and wanted to eat more.
"Don't eat that much at night. It's easy to accumulate food and get sick." In this era, the medical conditions are not good, and even a minor illness can easily lead to death.
Minghe stopped eating immediately.
Xiao Yu was still afraid that he would accumulate food, so he pulled him around the yard. As he walked, a cool breeze blew. It seemed that the temperature was about to drop. He had to make money as soon as possible to buy fabrics and quilts, otherwise they would not be able to survive the winter, so he decided to make five meals tomorrow. Ten buns.
At that moment, he mixed some more noodles and put them into the pot.
He got up very early the next day. Unexpectedly, Minghe got up too. He rubbed his eyes with his little hands and said angrily: "Uncle, I want to make steamed buns with you."
Xiao Yu felt extremely soft and touched Ming He's little face: "If you feel sleepy, just go to sleep."
"No, I want to make buns with you."
"Okay then, you can pick vegetables later."
"Um."
The uncle and nephew started busying at dawn and kept busy until the sun completely escaped the horizon. Fifty-four steamed buns came out of the oven, four of which Xiao Yu specially made for himself and Minghe.
As a result, Minghe said seriously: "Uncle, a bun costs three cents!"
"It's okay, we only eat four."
"Four means...just..." Minghe suddenly remembered that he couldn't count, and immediately said: "Four means a lot of money! We can't eat it! We have to sell it for money!"
Xiao Yu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."
"It does matter." Minghe didn't want to eat.
"...You are so stingy." Xiao Yu couldn't help but make fun of Ming He in a low voice.
Minghe didn't hear clearly and tilted his head and asked, "What did you say, uncle?"
"I said, how about the two of us eat a steamed bun to taste it, and then pair it with vegetable noodle soup?" This way, less noodles are used, and the vegetables are free, which saves money.
Minghe nodded: "Okay."
Vegetable gnocchi soup is particularly easy to make. Chop the vegetables with lard, add water, wait for it to boil, use chopsticks to stir half a bowl of gnocchi, then stir it into the boiling water, add some salt, and it's done.
The two of them each drank a bowl and paired it with half a steamed bun. They were indeed full, and then walked towards Qingshi Town together.
As soon as they entered the small pier, they saw a group of people waving to them and shouting: "Little man, little baby!"
