Husband, Have Dinner

Open onion noodles have been booming in restaurants and restaurants around Huajian Publishing House for a while, and even the sweet cake shops on Wenfang Street have more customers to eat noodles.

But the good times didn't last long. There were fewer and fewer students who had eaten the noodles with green onion for less than two months. By the third month, no one cared about it. These students would rather eat steamed buns gruel or pancake noodles than open spring onion noodles.

Those restaurant owners didn't quite understand, and asked, "Did you not like to open scallion noodles before, now you have changed the taste?"

The head of the regular customer shook like a rattle, "After eating a few times, the smell is strong, the taste is bitter, and the image in front of the husband is more important."

It turned out that at the very beginning, they wanted to learn from Ayao's scallion oil and bring the source of customers. After they tasted the sweetness, they would not have the patience to boil the scallion oil. They used other scallions instead, or occasionally let them The scallion tube sticks the pan zoom and did not boil again. Diners can naturally taste the noodles when they eat noodles. With the heavy taste of onion and garlic, they open their mouths to talk to others, and a big smell rushes toward them. The image of the Huajian Publishing House students gradually stopped eating open spring onion noodles.

Several small restaurants withdrew their scallion noodles, but the big restaurants still did it. The shopkeeper saw the current situation and stroked his moustache in a very good mood. No matter how Boss Gu brags, the students don’t appreciate their faces, Wenfang Street I don't know what it's like to hit the signature dishes of the shop at the other end.

The treasurer's defamation object, A Yao only discovered that her staple food was pulled over by her opponents who had not been included in the competition circle nearly 3 months later.

To be more precise, it was the newly recruited young man in her shop who found the staple food of the sweet cake shop, Kiryu, an 11-year-old boy, who was black and thin, and clever in doing things.

"Boss, boss, our scallion noodles have long been taken by the big restaurants at the corner of Wenfang Street. To make matters worse, they even made the scallion noodles unpalatable. No one orders at all now. No wonder I said that when the people who entered the store recently saw the wrong expression on the spring onion noodles, they were all responsible for it!" Dude Kiryu was filled with righteous indignation.

Ayao blinked and let out a long cry, "That's it, you go to those restaurants and buy some scallion noodles and come back."

She handed over a small bag of money. Kiryu smiled and took the money and counted it. He returned the seven copper plates to Ayao. The remaining money was safely received in his arms. Yes, Zhenshan Restaurant, Gaojia Restaurant, here are the small restaurants that are still in operation, such as Fangda Auntie's Buns, Li's Restaurant and Baiwei's."

"I'm so lucky to have a guy like you." A Yao praised, thinking that he would pay him a little bit when the store picked up. Such a guy can't be poached away.

A bowl of water, a pair of chopsticks, Ayao has tasted the spring onion noodles from several shops that Kiryu brought back. "In comparison, how are the prices of the noodles sold by these few restaurants?"

"The price of the big restaurant is the same as ours, and the smaller one is a penny cheaper than us. But because they are all close to the Huajian Publishing House, the scholars only know that their family has noodles with onion, and they don’t know that our family is the first one. I'm really annoyed to be a shop that opens scallion noodles!" Kiryu was quite unwilling.

On the contrary, Ayao comforted Kiryu, "It doesn't matter, our shop is not a noodle shop. They pick up our recipes to prove that they can only be followers. I didn't think about treating them as competitors when I opened the shop."

Kiryu was choked by Ayao's words. Facing this little girl who was younger than him and didn't understand the truth, he scratched his head anxiously. For a while, he didn't know how to explain clearly, "Boss, but it is our foundation! Just like We have a piece of old noodles, it was taken away and made to sell for money."

"They don't cook well, and what is our store's name?" A Yao asked back.

"Sweet cake shop."

"Yeah, we sell cakes, and making noodles is just incidental." A Yao sneered, with a look of disdain, "What if they pick up all of our water cards, but they still open a restaurant and open scallion noodles. It’s so spicy, let alone anything else. Craftsmanship can’t be stolen casually.”

"..." Boss, touch your conscience, look at our water cards and say again, what do we sell?

Kiryu turned his head and looked back and forth between the onion noodles, simmered noodles, lean meat porridge, soup dumplings, scallion pancakes, sesame paste, glutinous rice chicken, steamed rice dumplings wrapped in lotus leaves, and finally looked at A Yao suspiciously.

Are we really selling cakes?

"I'm not going to look at the passenger flow first. I inspect the enemy's situation and have a number in my heart." Ayao said haha, "Do it tomorrow, do it tomorrow."

In response to the opening of the spring onion noodles, Ayao made an adjustment, reducing the amount of soup from a bowl to a teacup, and boiled a pot of mint green orange tea. The mint green orange tea is free for guests who have finished the spring onion noodles. Delivered.

Of course, starting from the next day, A Yao made sweet cakes one after another, making the sweet cake shop worthy of its name.

There are millet cakes, triangular white sugar cakes, mung bean cakes that can be served without steaming, square cakes with mint filling or rose filling, beautiful and majestic fairy rich cakes that can serve the gods, and bamboo sticks. You can skewer the bozai cakes that you can eat on foot with a stroke along the bozai.

"The sweet cake shop finally sells sweet cakes." Tongsheng murmured secretly. Ayao smiled. Most children are interested in Bo Tsai cakes. There is nothing special, and children will not come to Wenfang Street. She doesn't plan to put the cake in the store, but she can take it to the front of the temple to sell it, and make her famous sweet cake shop.

At this time, there was no one in the store suitable for going out, so Kiryu was instructed to take a good look at the store, and she would return as soon as she went.

Not long after Ayao went out, regular customers came to the store, who was the friend of Boss Gu at Jumbo Xuan.

Since Boss Gu has eaten the noodles with green onion, he has asked his guy to run errands every three days, so if Kiryu sees him, he doesn’t have to wait for him to say what he wants, so he goes straight into the kitchen to make it-topping with green onions, mixed soy sauce and green onions. The oil is all ready-made, as long as he blanched the noodles and put them in the bowl, it was done.

When he waited, he saw the pastries covered with yarn on the counter, and he was surprised, "Your family finally sells pastries?"

Boss, come back and take a look. I am not the only one who thinks that your sweet cake shop does not sell cakes.

Kiryu's hand paused, and he put his face over the cold water, and when he brought it out, he saw the buddies with great interest. He opened the veil one by one, and his face was a little tangled.

"Boss Gu's face is all right, what's wrong?"

"The boss explained that some day a customer went to Zhenbaoxuan to look at the jewelry and asked me to buy some cakes, but he was tired of the shops at the corner of Wenfang Street. It would be a little tempting for me to look at your cakes... just shy in my pocket." The dude laughed.

Kiryu's heart was moved. He picked up a mung bean cake and a square cake from the gauze cover and handed it to the guy with a glutinous rice paper copy. He asked him, "You try our sweet cake. By the way, boss Gu’s cakes are ordered from those shops. Is it controlled?"