Zhou Hongying went to Lin Zhaoyu to express her praise for the Youth League. I also bought a lot of youth groups. This gave Lin Zhaoyu more confidence, so she got a pole and prepared to sell the green dumplings.
In this wave of Youth League, Lin Zhaoyu has also arranged the function of 'soothing the nerves' and is preparing to sell it to see the effect.
Only when I use this golden finger do I discover the details. It has different levels of use.
For Zhou Hongying, Lin Zhaoyu was full. As for those who sell it, they are going to give it a try at 30% off.
Because the company withheld wages, the original owner's life in the capital was not that glamorous. Living in this area, there are also people like her who are trying to gain a foothold in the big city.
Compared to the original owner who didn't know what was going on outside the window, Lin Zhaoyu noticed that they were also setting up a stall.
Observing their movements, when Lin Zhaoyu came out of the stall for the first time, several people who were also setting up stalls nearby also noticed Lin Zhaoyu.
"Xiao Lin is running a stall? Aren't you going to work?" Grandma Qiu from the neighbor's house asked.
Lin Zhaoyu had an impression of her as an old man who lived alone and helped the original owner: "I don't want to work anymore, I plan to set up a stall."
When the others heard this, although there was surprise in their eyes, they still greeted with a smile: "Then Xiaolin, come with us, we will take care of you."
"College students also come to set up stalls. These college students are not worth anything!"
The abrupt words seemed particularly harsh. Lin Zhaoyu looked over and saw a young woman with slightly high cheekbones who didn't look easy to mess with.
As soon as the other party said these words, she was pulled by her friend: "Hey, Xiaolin, don't argue with Qingqing. We just think it's good for you to sit in the office. How tiring it is to be out in the wind and sun!"
Several people spoke one after another, all trying to smooth things over.
They set up a stall together, so their relationship is naturally better than that of Lin Zhaoyu who came halfway.
Lin Zhaoyu went to the night market and needed their guidance, so she laughed and said, "I think I can get ahead by setting up a stall."
As soon as these words came out, many people just thought that Lin Zhaoyu was arrogant. Although they greeted Lin Zhaoyu to go, there was a bit of "disinterest" in their eyes.
Probably because she felt that Lin Zhaoyu would definitely regret it if she didn't go to work and came to set up a stall!
When they arrived at the place, Lin Zhaoyu chose the corner position next to Grandma Qiu.
The girl named Qingqing also hummed, not knowing where she could be so dissatisfied.
Everyone took good care of them on the way, but Lin Zhaoyu saw them embarrassed. He simply pretended not to see Qingqing's dissatisfaction and lowered his head to pack his things.
After doing her homework, Lin Zhaoyu leaned two bamboo baskets together as a table, covered them with a piece of cloth, and the crystal clear green dumplings were piled on top of each other.
"You sell this? It's green and delicious?" Grandma Qiu was quick to speak and said quickly: "Xiao Lin, am I not doubting you..."
This suspicion was not limited to Grandma Qiu. Although the rest of the people did not speak, they also showed some hesitation.
Qingqing even laughed directly: "It looks unpalatable when it's green. I've never seen it before, but this scholar is dishonest in business and likes to do one-time transactions!"
Again and again, Lin Zhaoyu felt that she had a good temper and could not be treated as a soft persimmon, so she simply stood up and looked at Qingqing:
"It can be seen that he has never read a book. This is a seasonal delicacy from the south of the Yangtze River. It is used to worship ancestors during the Qingming Festival in spring."
Lin Zhaoyu raised her voice and spoke politely. But it attracted countless people's attention.
However, this did not convince Qingqing. When Lin Zhaoyu said that she had "never read a book," she turned red with anger, but she retorted loudly: "It's just what you said. Didn't you also come from the countryside? You said it yourself." It’s like I’ve been to Jiangnan, so vain!”
The other party's jealous face couldn't be hidden.
She couldn't explain it to the other party, so she simply sat down and waited for the guests to come.
In Qingqing's view, this meant that Lin Zhaoyu had given up. In an instant, she seemed to be attacking Dou Sheng: "Oh, I'm still a college student, and I've read everything into the dog's belly. Maybe it's a lie."
"Why don't you go to work? He must have been fired because of his bad character."
The more Qingqing talked, the more certain she became, and she didn't even listen to the persuasion of those who came with her.
It was at this time that Zhou Weiguo's family came.
When Zhou Hongying said thank you, she brought back some youth balls, but the three of them ate everything in two days. Not only was it delicious, but they all felt that they were in better condition after eating.
But people have to prepare for business, so don't bother them all the time.
Today, I heard that Lin Zhaoyu was opening the night market, and my family of three couldn’t wait to come!
As a result, from far away, I heard someone slandering Lin Zhaoyu and the Youth League. Mrs. Zhou became angry immediately.
"What are you making up? Why is the Youth League just making it up? You don't know the food of our Jiangnan people because you are ignorant."
Even though Mrs. Zhou's tone was not hurried or slow, she was very convincing.
For a moment, Qingqing didn't know whether he was frightened by the passerby's words, or was frightened by the other person's appearance, which showed that he was not a poor man.
At this time, the person who had smoothed over the situation said again: "We are just kidding ourselves. Qingqing doesn't understand. We are with Xiao Lin."
Qingqing nodded stiffly. She thought that Lin Zhaoyu's recent absence from work and setting up a stall proved that scholars were no different from her.
But who knows, the other party also knows this person who is not easy to mess with.
Mother Zhou didn't respond and looked at Lin Zhaoyu who was sitting there. She looked fair and clean and had an outstanding temperament. No wonder her husband and daughter felt happy when they saw it, and she also liked it very much.
"Zhaoyu. Can I call you this? Your Qingtuan is particularly delicious. After eating Qingtuan, I feel like spring has arrived."
"Aunt Zhou, as long as you like it."
Qingqing looked at Lin Zhaoyu's reaction to the wife, who was neither humble nor overbearing, and then saw that the wife didn't take him seriously at all, and she scratched her heart and liver in anger.
When the other party heard that the prices were six cents each and one dollar for two, he took away a lot of them without blinking an eye.
While Qingqing took a breath, she waited for someone to leave before saying, "Oh, are you asking for help?"
I have to say that as soon as these words came out, people nearby who were watching a round of gossip and were curious about the taste stopped again.
However, it’s not like there are no discerning people: “Looking for a trustee? Do you know how much the bracelet on which lady’s hand is worth? If a young boss can find such a trustee, why does she still set up a stall?”
As soon as these words came out, everyone started thinking again.
Lin Zhaoyu never paid much attention to Qingqing, and the quarrel was just a way to attract attention. As for Zhou Weiguo's family, it was a coincidence.
At this moment, he said smoothly: "Brother is right, just ask me to see how it tastes. Now that I'm talking, I'll ask you to taste me for yourself. Do you want me to ask you?"
"Hey, the little boss is so grand."
Lin Zhaoyu's chatting and laughing completely overshadowed Qingqing. Even the few people who came with him were a little more disapproving of Qingqing.
"You're a little boss, I'm happy to do business with people like you. I may not be used to Jiangnan food. I'll bring two of them to try it out later." Some people had a better impression before they even started eating.
And the eldest brother seemed to have been reminded: "Sister, this is Jiangnan food, and we may not be used to it. If Jiangnan's wife likes it, if I don't like it, it doesn't mean you're not doing a good job."
As a master chef, Lin Zhaoyu has not seen anyone so unsure of his cooking skills in several years: "If you don't like it, just say so. That means my cooking skills are not good enough."
Lin Zhaoyu took a small knife, cut it into four parts, and divided a green dumpling into just the right size. There was a transparent packaging on the surface: "It won't dirty your hands when you eat it like this."
The eldest brother felt more favorable in his heart: "Hey, who wants to try it?" He thought, if he didn't like it, there would be a comparison, and the big brother might be willing to try it.
Ever since, a few people gathered from the crowd.
The eldest brother bit it indifferently, and then regretted it...
I regret giving things to others! !
This food is sweet and glutinous, and according to his elders, it tastes delicious.
As a result, after taking this bite, the soft and glutinous rice becomes more and more fragrant, and the filling is just the right amount of sweetness...
I can't blame Mrs. Jiangnan for saying it's spring. Only after eating Qingtuan can I understand what spring is.
The four people who were trying the food came back to their senses from the Youth League, and when they looked at each other again, their expressions changed.
"Look at what I'm doing. Originally, the little boss gave me every one of them. If it weren't for me, would you be able to eat it!?"
"Oh, then you also chose the biggest piece."
Passers-by took a look and realized there was something they didn't understand, so they boldly bought six or eight. Those who wanted to try something new also brought one or two with them.
Lin Zhaoyu was so busy that she didn't even look at Qingqing, who was about to tear her clothes.
