Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 90 Brown Sugar Brown Sugar

The dim sum shop he opened was actually intended to be handed over to Axiu from the very beginning, as a gift to him, but he did not expect that Axiu would refuse so simply.

"I already owe you too much, and you taught me these skills. I'm really greedy for wanting your store."

When Axiu said this, his eyes were firm, and it was difficult to be shaken, so he took a compromise method, paying him a salary every month according to the dividend, but in fact, he saved the remaining money well, and waited until it was enough for a store. At that time, the store was officially given to him.

Of course, he didn't tell Axiu about this in advance. Axiu looked weak, but she really wanted to be strong.

In order to prove that he is useful, he wakes up early and stays late every day. The pastries in the shop are all made by himself. At the beginning, he was not well-known, and because most of the pastries that Wei Ziqingjiao gave him were expensive materials, So the price is naturally not cheap, the common people are not willing to spend money to try, and the wealthy people think that this brand has never been heard of, so the business has not been very good at the beginning.

So Axiu went door-to-door to sell her products one by one.

Wei Ziqing felt distressed in his heart, but he never dared to say it out, it was the same sentence, Axiu wanted to prove himself, and what he could do was to help him, not persuade him to give up.

Wei Ziqing designed many kinds of box styles, and the patterns on them were made from samples carved out of the patterns he painted by himself. Each box and paper bag has their special mark: "Heshui".

The font of the word "Heshui" is made into a wavy style, and it is traced with gold edges. It has a taste of an old brand. The paper bag is for free. You can buy as much or as little as you want. The paper box is exquisitely made, suitable for rich people. , if you want to add five cents, it would be nice to give it away.

Once someone is willing to try it, it will be a matter of time before the market opens up. After all, the dim sum and recipes he memorized are the most famous and distinctive ones collected from all over the world. This dim sum is a success.

No, it has only been open for nearly two months, and there is a regular flow of passengers every day. Axiu doesn't invite anyone, and she is busy day and night. Do some "hard work".

He mournfully went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and resigned himself to Heshui to help.

Although it was morning, the shop opened early, and when Wei Ziqing went, Axiu had already laid out yesterday's leftover snacks, put them in a basket, and put a sign "Bawen".

This is Wei Ziqing's idea. The unsold ones will be sold at a lower price the next day. One is to prove to customers that the pastries are fresh every day; the other is to let some neighbors with poor conditions also have a taste of freshness.

Axiu didn't understand at first. He felt that the snacks put on the next day were no different from yesterday's. They were worth more than a dozen yuan, but after one night, they fell by nearly half in an instant, which made him feel distressed.

Wei Ziqing explained the truth to him, but Axiu couldn't understand it, but luckily time proved that Wei Ziqing was right.

The dim sum after the price reduction still has a certain profit margin, and some people have the illusion that they have a bargain. Even when their popularity is not high, they can still have a looting effect, laying the foundation for them to make a name for themselves.

And those who can afford it themselves are usually good-looking, and they don’t bother to compete with the poor for reduced-price food, and this price difference will make the rich feel superior, thinking that the dim sum of the day is the best and freshest of.

It has to be said that Wei Ziqing is very accurate in grasping people's psychology, no, Axiu just opened the front door after setting things up, there were already five or six people standing outside the door, many of them were well-dressed and from decent families, After all, the price of dim sum in "Heshui" is a few pennies higher than that of other places, and ordinary people have to hesitate to buy it.

Axiu saw that brother was going to the back kitchen, and hurriedly called to him: "Brother Qing, come and sell, I'll go and see if the noodles are ready."

Wei Ziqing was taken aback, he never sold anything?

But Axiu didn't give him a chance to refuse, and went to the back without raising her head, and the people outside the door had already lined up consciously, looking inside anxiously, one or two people came over occasionally, and the line was still growing.

There was no way, Wei Ziqing bit the bullet and went to the front. The price-reduced pastry was designed in a window mode, which could effectively prevent too many people from looting and making it difficult to control the scene.

The first one in line was an older man, seeing Wei Ziqing's strange movements, he warmly reminded him.

"The paper bag is over there, and it's hanging on the wall with clips! Is it new, brother?"

Wei Ziqing smiled and didn't deny it: "Yes, I'm not familiar with it. How much do you want?"

The aunt smiled enthusiastically: "I want two pieces of red beans, and two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind were not happy: "The purchase limit is three yuan, you bully newcomers, don't you understand?"

The aunt didn't feel embarrassed when she saw someone punctured it. Instead, she laughed: "I just want to buy more, yes, three yuan is three yuan, and I want less red beans."

Because sweet-scented osmanthus is more expensive than red bean, but after the price is reduced, they are all Bawen, so they are more popular.

No one took this episode seriously, they were still talking and laughing, even though Wei Ziqing moved slowly, no one urged him, and with the steaming breakfast stall on the street, there was a bit of daily warmth in it.

A young man deliberately moved from the back of the line to the end of the line. When someone discovered him, his face flushed. The elders and ladies who came to line up rarely saw a junior coming, and couldn't help gossiping.

"What are you doing, kid? Why are you getting further and further behind?"

The young man didn't speak, but smiled honestly, but his eyes couldn't help but glanced forward.

The aunt knew a lot, and joked loudly: "It's time to marry a daughter-in-law! I miss my husband."

People with good deeds lined up at the front, and while Wei Ziqing was picking up the cakes, he deliberately raised his voice and asked, "How old is Mr. Lang? Is there a marriage?"

Wei Ziqing brushed his broken hair back, lowered his head and showed a shy smile, like a delicate flower in the water, stunned the crowd.

"My husband's family name is Song, we've been married for more than half a year."

"Oh..." The person who asked the question was full of pity in his words. Sure enough, all the good-looking gentlemen are married. Pity the junior behind him, and his thoughts will be lost.

Sure enough, the young man was full of disappointment, and left the team in a low mood, without buying any snacks.

Fortunately, there were not too many pastries left yesterday, but after selling more than a dozen people, they were already sold out. Seeing the last piece of pastry being handed out, the people behind were disappointed. It seems that we have to come back earlier tomorrow.

Even though he didn't do much business, because it was his first time to sell things, he couldn't help being in a hurry. Even in the early morning of autumn, his cheeks were hot and slightly red.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the doorway became quiet again, only the breakfast stall diagonally across the street was booming.

Just as Wei Ziqing was about to close the window to look at Axiu, a small, childish voice came over.

"And... any more pastries?"

Wei Ziqing searched for the sound and looked out. It took a long time to find out where the person was. The window was built up to the waist of the person, so the child was completely blocked, only a pair of small hands were exposed, and Wei Ziqing poked his head out. When I went there, I saw a pair of big scary black eyes.

This child looks to be only four or five years old, small and thin, but tall and tiger-headed. He looks festive, but his body is dirty and his clothes are tattered. He is not like a child in an ordinary family. More like a child begging for food on the street.

Wei Ziqing felt sorry for him: "The pastries are gone."

The child's eyes widened, and the water vapor filled the air in an instant, but he still refused to blink stubbornly, and the water droplets dangled in the eye sockets but did not fall.

He wiped his dirty sleeves quickly before the tears fell, and blinked, as if he had never cried.

"Brother, I have money, can you save half of it for me tomorrow?"

The child reached out his hand and took out four copper coins from his clothes. He held them open for him to see, and begged pitifully: "Fourth Brother said it's not enough, half of it, but I can't wait, can I just buy half of it."

Wei Ziqing's heart softened in an instant. If the child wasn't too dirty, he would have picked him up through the window.

It's just that today's reduced-price pastries are indeed gone, and the new pastries haven't been released yet, so I really can't get them out.

"You wait here."

He ran to the back kitchen, and while Axiu wasn't paying attention, he scooped a small bowl full of brown sugar out of his brown sugar bag, brown sugar is an expensive thing, if Axiu sees it's worth it, he will tell him how to do it.

Wei Ziqing guarded the brown sugar, and carried the bowl to the front door like a thief.

Like teasing a puppy, he squeezed a little bit on the child's mouth with his hands: "Open your mouth."

The child opened his mouth wide in a daze, and Wei Ziqing sprinkled the sugar in, and instantly saw his eyes light up.

"what is this?"

Wei Ziqing looked at him amusedly, poking his mouth, and holding the counter with his little hand, he became more energetic.

"This is brown sugar, is it delicious?"

"Is this sugar? It's delicious!"

Wei Ziqing felt a little sad, at such an age, he had never even tasted the taste of candy, other people's children were at this age when they were most favored, and their teeth would be eaten by worms.

Like a magic trick, he took out the small bowl from behind.

"Here, it's here for you. Eat less at a time. If you eat too much, your stomach will hurt."

Wei Ziqing deliberately frightened him, because he knew that children have poor self-control, and given him so much candy, he might not be able to finish it all in one sitting.

The child opened his mouth wide, and the saliva flowed out when he raised his head up. Because Wei Zi was so pure, the candy piled up, so the child carefully took the small bowl and held it in his arms like a treasure. Afraid of falling out.

Seeing him so happy, Wei Ziqing couldn't help laughing too. He was lying on the window, the newborn sun shone on his body, as if it had been plated with gold. From a distance, the dirty child next to him It seems that they broke in accidentally, with their heads up and their feet on their feet. This is like a painting, which makes passers-by stop and look sideways.

Only soon the painting was broken.

Wei Ziqing heard movement behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw Axiu standing behind him for an unknown amount of time.

"A...Axiu? Why did you come out?"

Axiu had a small face and was holding a rolling pin in her hand, looking very scary.

"You took my brown sugar?"

"what?"

Wei Ziqing acted as if he didn't understand, and even gave him a beautiful smile that he thought was invincible.

Axiu stomped her feet: "Obviously it's enough to weigh it yesterday, but I'll look at it today, good guy, there's a deep hole in it! Even mice can't eat that much!"

"Hey..." Wei Ziqing knew that he had caused trouble, so he didn't dare to refute.

Axiu had nothing to do with him, and sighed: "You just get some food for the little beggar to fill his stomach, and brown sugar, you really don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are."

Wei Ziqing leaned over with a smile, and leaned on Axiu who was half a head shorter than him.

"That kid called me brother, and I remembered you... At that time I was sick, and I let you drink the bowl of brown sugar water you wanted, but you refused. He is just like you, never I just want him to taste the taste of candy, as if I gave it to you before."

The people next to him remained silent for a while, Wei Ziqing straightened up, and saw Axiu quickly wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, but the eyes were still red.

"Why are you talking about this? I don't care about sugar and meat every day now... You are afraid that I will talk about you, so you are bluffing me with words. Don't talk about anything else, go and give me brown sugar."

Axiu turned around and ran into the back kitchen, Wei Ziqing sniggered behind, and Axiu secretly wiped her tears, just like the kid just now.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and looked outside, the children outside had disappeared, he shook his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few copper plates spread out on the table.

Wei Ziqing walked over, held it in his hand, and counted, exactly four, this little guy...

Everyone has their own destiny, he is not feeling emotional, he got up and went out, running slower and delaying Axiu's making snacks, he might really be scolded, why didn't he realize that Axiu was so good at talking before?

The next day was Song Mu Qiqi. It was a custom to burn paper every seven days, and Qiqi was the last time.

Even though it has been so long, thinking of Song Mu's appearance, he still feels as fresh as yesterday. He prepared the ingot paper money early in the morning, and hired someone to drive a carriage back to the countryside early in the morning.

Because the eldest sister-in-law is like a mother, the second uncle of the village head of the same generation is also counted as a younger generation. He needs to burn paper and kowtow in front of the grave. Wei Ziqing simply didn't go back to the Song family's hometown, and went directly to the village head's house.

The second aunt also prepared things, and the three of them walked into the field. Burning paper is not so particular at the moment, so they talked about family affairs in front of the grave, begging those who went to keep the family safe in the ground, and it will be over soon. .

Back at the village chief's house, the second aunt insisted on staying, but Wei Ziqing couldn't refuse, so he had to stay.

It was only when the village chief kept beating him with words during the dinner that he realized who it was that really asked him to stay for dinner.

The village head is also literate, and he claims to be a half-educated person, and he can't speak directly, and Wei Ziqing can understand him when he speaks hesitantly.

"Bo Ming is not at home for a long time, or you can go back to live in your hometown, so you can have someone to take care of you."

"It's inconvenient for Mr. Lang to take care of the shop. There is no man who shows up in public. Why don't you close it first and wait for Bo Ming to come back and open it again."

"Your husband is not at home, so don't dress too frivolously, and don't put too much effort into your appearance. Your husband is still virtuous, and it's important to care for your husband and raise your children at home."

After several words, it was nothing more than that Song Boming was not at home, so let him settle down and do less publicity. It is best to go back to his hometown and let him take care of him personally.

Wei Ziqing listened, but actually wanted to ask: "What's the matter with you? What's hurting you?"

Of course, these words cannot come out of the mouth of the gentle Mrs. Song.

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