"Wudalang, I didn't expect your sesame cakes and tofu noodles to match so well!"
Widow Pan licked her fingers and her cheeks bulged slightly.
Wu Dalang has been selling sesame biscuits at a stall next to her shop for some years. She never knew that sesame biscuits could be eaten like this.
Wu Dalang giggled "hehe", raised his butt and nudged Widow Pan gently, "It's not too late to know now."
Widow Pan was about to answer "Yes" when she suddenly saw Wu Dalang's eyes...
Like an old toad looking at a white swan.
She suddenly wanted to vomit out the sesame seeds she had eaten. Damn it, Wu Dalang, how dare you try to trick me?
Don't tell me that you only have three inches of Dinggu tree bark. Let me ask you, do you have any bricks and tiles in Qinghe County that belong to you? I just want to ask if you go in and out by sedan or carriage?
I must be snobbish, that's the way the world is today.
It's not wrong for people to be ugly.
There is nothing wrong with being poor!
If I hadn't felt sorry for you and lent you a roof that could protect you from the wind and rain to set up a stall, would you have been able to have the best sesame cakes in Qinghe?
We are all adults, please be more mature, okay?
The small movements of the two caught Kong Fang's attention, and suddenly he had a very creative idea.
If Widow Pan and Wu Dalang work together, they will definitely be able to create a Qinghe Internet celebrity breakfast brand with their two signatures of "Tofu Xishi" and "Qinghe's No. 1 Shaobing".
I dare not say that making money every day, but helping Wu Dalang and Widow Pan get rid of poverty and become rich is definitely not a dream.
"Boss Wu, Boss Pan..." He waved to them.
But Widow Pan interrupted him and said coquettishly: "Oh, Mr. Kong, why do you call me Boss Pan? You look so unfamiliar!"
"..."
Kong Fang didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.
Wu Dalang joined in the fun, "Lian Hua is right. Sir, please call me Lao Wu. It shows intimacy."
This is acceptable, Kong Fang nodded readily.
"I'm older than you. If you don't mind, you can call me sister." Widow Pan said in a coquettish tone. Kong Fang looked out the door guiltily, thinking that he must not let Fang Shiqing know that he recognized his god-sister, otherwise she would probably be grounded on Chunfeng Road all day long.
Seeing that he was speechless, Widow Pan shook him with a pair of jade hands, "Oh, is it okay? Just give him a happy word..."
"Pan..."
He opened his mouth, but the word "sister" could not come out.
Pan Hehua on the side said something shocking again, "Auntie, last night you said you wanted me to be Hehua's uncle, why did you go back on your word today?"
Just now, if you say she was childish, but this time...
hey-hey……
There is nowhere to hide the stain.
Widow Pan blushed with embarrassment and tried to cover Pan He's mouth but was too late.
Kong Fang was embarrassed again, even a little scared. Although he had thought about whether to make an appointment with Widow Pan under the willow tree under the moonlight after the third watch.
But it was just a passing thought.
He is very pure.
Regardless of past life or this life.
He has always been very clear about things between men and women. In his previous life, it was because of his strong pursuit of ideals that spurred him on; in this life, it was because of Fang Shiqing's sharp knife behind him that reminded him.
Du Xinwu was an experienced man, and he could see at a glance that Widow Pan and Kong Fang had no chance.
Although he understood the mess between men and women, he always had a grudge against Widow Pan because of Du Shiniang.
Now that the grudge is gone, he is in a very good mood.
"Widow Pan, please stop making trouble. Don't you see that I want to invite the God of Wealth to you two?"
After hearing about the God of Wealth, Widow Pan and Wu Dalang immediately became energetic. They didn't care about Lang's concubine, and they both squeezed in front of Kong Fang.
"Sir, where is the God of Wealth?"
Kong Fang glanced at Widow Pan, who squirmed; he looked at Wu Dalang again, who raised his hand to smooth his hair and bit his lip.
Their eyes were equally full of desire.
"Are you sure you want to believe me?"
"Um!"
Wu Dalang and Widow Pan both nodded.
"Everything obeys me."
"certainly."
Wu Dalang and Widow Pan nodded again.
Then, Kong Fang stood up, walked around, gestured, and said, "Boss Pan, your store is big enough. The small room next to it is also yours, right?" Widow Pan nodded. That small room was a utility room. I usually just pile up some miscellaneous things.
"I suggest you sort it out, open a door on the street, and open a big window on your shop side. Then rent it to Lao Wu for making sesame cakes. In this way, one, you can have a rental income."
"Secondly, it is convenient for customers who come to eat tofu to buy sesame cakes. At the same time, you can vigorously promote the sparks created by the collision of sesame biscuits and tofu to make them fall in love with them."
"In this way, both of you will increase customer traffic, and the business will naturally get better and better. Of course, what I hope most is that you will make it a brand, or at least an internet celebrity."
Widow Pan and Wu Dalang listened with great interest and did not notice the new terms coming out of Kong Fang's mouth.
Du Xinwu weighed the small spoon and forgot to eat the tofu. He thought to himself, what is the Internet celebrity that adults are talking about?
Ximen Feixue swallowed half the bowl of tofu puffs and wiped his mouth.
Tsk, the master has lied again.
Doing business is doing business, can it be related to the famous Internet?
Besides, the red net can’t even catch birds. There's nothing you can do about it. It's too colorful and conspicuous. It's like installing a safety warning sign at the network port. Only a stupid bird would bump into it.
Du Xinwu glanced at him, he was a martial artist, but it was a pity that he lost his good skin.
Kong Fang didn't notice their reactions, and was still explaining how to turn a traditional tofu shop and sesame cake stall into an internet celebrity gourmet restaurant, and how to drain money from customers' pockets...
Hmm... lie...
None of them are right. To be precise, it is to earn;
Or earn.
Make a lot of money from customers.
Kong Fang is worthy of being the brainwashing master of the Daxing Dynasty. After some brainwashing, Widow Pan put aside her dislike of Wu Dalang and decided that the two of them would work together to make a fortune together. Wu Dalang was so happy that he almost drooled down three thousand feet.
He wants to make money, but also people.
Master Kong's cool operation not only allowed him to make money, but also increased his height, bringing him much closer to the swan.
The promising future fills him with fighting spirit.
"My lord, your idea is so wonderful. It is unprecedented and unprecedented. Come on, let me see your head. What treasures are inside it?"
Widow Pan said she wanted to pick off Kong Fang's head, but instead she raised her hand and pinched his face, and openly ate Kong Fang's tofu in front of everyone.
Du Xinwu was horrified when he saw this. Widow Pan was so perverted.
Don't just look at the other person as a young man, the county magistrate is his true identity.
If he is offended, all the tofu dishes and Qinghe's best sesame cakes will be thrown into the trash can.
Ximen Feixue lowered his head and pretended not to see it.
Although Madam has secretly given her an order to monitor every move of the Master, if there is any misconduct, she must report it truthfully.
But although the master is afraid of his wife, he is definitely not a fuel saver.
