Chapter 38： Who doesn't like to eat?

Chapter 38 Who doesn't like to eat?

Only then did shopkeeper Lu know the whole story, no wonder Qiao Mai's brain is not good-looking.

It was a bit of a headache to meet this kind of situation. It should be that when she was in Fucheng last time, she was saddened by this little guy, Wang Zihan.

What Lu Sanniang didn't expect was that Qiao Mai went to the city and met the young lady and master of the famous local family. It's really a blessing. She didn't mention it after she came back, really.

When the fruit was loaded into the car, Qiao Maida made a face, as if someone owed her money.

"A total of twenty-one taels, give me twenty taels."

"Are there any other rare items?"

"Gone,"

"Really gone?"

Wang Jiaru didn't believe it. She felt that the person in front of her had to be forced to discover her potential. Judging by the appearance of the little lady, there should be some goods, right?

"We met once, I don't know my sister's name yet?"

"Joe Mai, the wheat of wheat."

"Sister Qiao, you see it's not easy for me to come all this way, so you can take pity on me and get me some rare fruits?"

"It's really gone. If you don't believe me, you can go to my house with me to have a look."

"That's such a pity, when are you going to Fucheng?"

"You go back first. Three days later, I will go to Fucheng to deliver a special trip for you. Just prepare enough bank notes."

"Then it's settled. Three days later, I will wait for you at the door of my house, just like last time?"

"I went from home to Fucheng, no matter what, it will be noon."

"How about staying at my house at night?"

"No need, I have to go back when the money and goods are cleared. If I don't sell, I will lose a lot of money in a day."

"I'll just give my sister some more money."

"unnecessary!"

Miss Wang asked the maid to pay the money, and wanted to say something more, but was urged by Qiao Mai to get into the car, and she was reluctant to leave while holding the car window.

"I'm leaving, you must be punctual, this sister Lu, come to Fucheng with her when you have time, I will take you to play."

"Okay, okay."

Finally sent her away, shopkeeper Lu poked her arm.

"You are very lucky. You can get to know such people, and you don't talk to your sister when you come back. This is a good network. Our embroidery village needs such people very much."

"It's just the relationship between the buyer and the seller. Besides, wouldn't it be better to let her chase us?"

"As a lady of a rich family, she has no airs at all. Such a girl is really rare. This is the first time I have seen such a girl."

"It's just a proper foodie."

"Who doesn't like to eat? People depend on food, no matter how high the door is, they can't stop eating."

"Will you go to Fucheng with me in three days?"

"No, this business is very busy, but you can take me to the county seat, and I will be your car back in the afternoon."

The quail eggs caught the attention of Ms. Wang, and when some people heard the news and came to buy them, they were already sold out.

When I heard that Minger was still alive, I left happily.

The goods prepared today were all gone just after noon. Qiao Mai closed the stall ahead of time and went home to count the money.

She didn't realize that there was an old couple in the distance, looking at her back. They were already there, and they didn't dare to come over because shopkeeper Lu was there.

"Mother, do you think this girl will lie to us? This booth is her own?"

"Impossible? She hasn't lied since she was a child, and besides, how much capital is needed to support this stall, don't we know what she has?"

"Hmph, dare to lie to me, see if I don't kill her, let's go, let's follow her and see where she lives."

The two followed her from a distance, and saw her enter a beautiful new house, they didn't rush to go there, but asked the people around who owned the house.

Thanks to their foresight, Qiao Mai escaped.

Of course, this Jie Qiao Mai will not be afraid.

After the couple learned that the house belonged to the shopkeeper Lu, they originally wanted to make trouble with Qiao Mai, so they went there for more than half.

"Old man, let me just say it. My daughter won't lie. She really sold herself to shopkeeper Lu. Let's go home. This is Dong Lu's house. Let's make a fuss and let her know. We can't afford it."

"Is this just a waste of time?"

"Then what should I do? I didn't see that girl closed the stall early, it must be sold out. If there are still goods at home, why don't you go home and push another cart?"

Qiao Shicheng gritted his molars, "Go, go home, give her a while, don't think that you really dare to break up with me just by taking a letter of divorce, there is no way!"

Qiao Mai was in the yard at this time, adding grass to the winter jujube, and changing its water with new ones.

Then I went to look at the east and west rooms, cleaned the ground for the quails, and cleaned the yard after coming out.

Thinking about the pot of oil in the freezer, she put a basket on her shoulders and locked the courtyard door, planning to go out to see if there was anyone selling leeks.

It happened that Qiao Shicheng and the others missed the past, otherwise there would be another good show today.

Ever since the night when the neighbors helped her catch the bad guys, Qiao Mai has taken a liking to them and greeted them politely when they went out.

Whoever comes to her booth to buy things, she will give a lot of discounts.

It's only been a while, and they are very enthusiastic after meeting.

"Little lady, stop playing around?"

"It's sold out, buy some food and improve yourself."

"What's for dinner?"

"Let's make dumplings, there was still a lot of oil in the last oil refinery."

"Yo, dumplings, good, good."

Qiao Mai came to the embroidery shop with a smile, "Shopkeeper, let's make dumplings tonight, are you coming to eat?"

"Come, come, come, we all come,"

"That's fine, then I'll buy more leeks,"

Looking at the side of the road, it seemed that all the vegetable sellers had closed their stalls, so she ran to Jingtai Restaurant, where there were still customers staying.

"Hello, Shopkeeper Tong"

"Oh, Mrs. Qiao, what brought you here?"

"Do you have leeks here?"

"Yes, there are a lot of food deliverers today, and there are still more."

"Sell me a big pinch?"

"Whatever you sell, it's not worth the money, so you can take as much as you need, and you usually get a lot of credit from you."

"Then I'm not polite?"

Qiao Mai went to the back with his buddy, and there really were a lot of them. He took leeks and came out of the restaurant.

"Shopkeeper Tong, what do you cook with this leek in your restaurant?"

"The scrambled eggs with leek tastes good. Many customers like this one."

"You don't make dumplings?"

"It's too troublesome to make stuffing buns in hot weather. If it's cold, you can pack them in advance and cook them when customers order them."

"Then you really should have dug one for this ice kiln. Not only is it convenient for your own use, but it can also store ingredients."

"Let's talk about it next year."

Qiao Mai came back with a basket on his shoulders, and shopkeeper Lu happened to be not busy, "Sister, come, let's pick leeks together."

"I'll just go home and pick it myself."

"Hurry up, come here, I'm not busy right now."

The two of them picked the leeks at the door of the shop, and Qiao Mai went home.

She has checked the dumpling fillings on the Internet, and she has memorized the preparation of various fillings. She has tried it twice, and it should be fine.

When she came to the kitchen, she took the oil residue out of the space, poured it on the chopping board, chopped it into a basin, washed the leeks, dried them, cut them into small cubes and put them in the oil residue.

Pour in soy sauce, salt, monosodium glutamate, oyster sauce, thirteen spices and mix well.

Fortunately, no one was there, otherwise people would see her, and she would turn her hand over to show a seasoning, but when she didn’t need it, she waved her hand and it disappeared. She thought the house was haunted.

Light the fire, pour some vegetable oil into the cauldron, put minced green onion and **** in the hot oil, turn off the heat, burn the oil on the stuffing, and stir again, the aroma of leek oil residue will immediately spread.

The neighbor on the left is a widow, surnamed Chen, with an eight-year-old boy who has been renting here.

That night, Qiao Mai just met her.

The neighbor on the right is a large courtyard, a house shared by three families.

Yuan Jiaqi lives in the West Wing here with his children.

(end of this chapter)