Big Smart is stuck.
This proposition was obviously stuck in an endless loop, and it was hard for him to think about it for a long time. In order to show brotherly loyalty, he had to endure not having enough food before!
However, Song Tan was still happy: "I know you are here to help Qiao Qiao, thank you so much! But you will know after you eat it, our products do not need to be promoted - come on , let me see what you brought?"
The high school student sighed melancholy.
Adults are like this, they understand, no matter what, they feel that their own things are as good as heaven and earth. Many companies seek death like this...
But what can he do to the stupid brother he just recognized?
At worst, please dad, if there are any unsalable things in their house next year, please help me! I just asked Qiao Qiao. They came from a remote rural area and it was too hard.
Although they are so good-looking, they still feel a little inferior to people in big cities. Otherwise, Qiao Qiao would not be allowed to wear designer shoes.
He also has a pair of those shoes, but they are no longer what he normally wears.
Unlike Qiao Qiao, she was reluctant to put on new shoes until she came to the imperial capital, probably because she was afraid of being looked down upon.
Ouch! This is not necessary! Anyone who looks down on people casually is not rare enough to look down on him...
Thinking around in the minds of the high school students, they almost wrote three scripts for Long Aotian's slap in the face. At this moment, seeing Song Tan thinking about what to eat, he quickly cheered up:
“In this import and export fruit and vegetable exhibition area, they have rice, noodles and everything. If you want condiments, I can get them for you.”
“And generally they are not popular brands in the market. They want to take this opportunity to retain some old customers and spread the word.”
He talked eloquently and seemed to understand quite well: “So. Sister, don’t even think about ordering takeout when you’re here, be thick-skinned and you’ll be able to eat all you want from morning to night.”
"Besides, we're not taking advantage, we're doing market research, right?"
Song Tan was amused: "Hearing what you said about his family background... Okay, let me see your market research How about it, if it’s good, I’ll ask Qiao Qiao to pick a box of strawberries for you later.”
“No need!” The little high school student said in a lazy tone, “It’s very convenient for us to buy things in Qincheng. It's expensive now, sister, please keep it and sell it locally."
He said, quickly touched his belly again, and then changed the subject:
"Rice is also available, but there are people there. They only let us taste two spoonfuls and refused to give us an extra bowl. I tasted it and it was really good, but their rice was expensive, costing more than ten yuan a pound. Qiao Qiaofei said it was not as delicious as your own rice. Let me ask for more.”
"There are quite a lot of noodles - you see, this is wheat noodles from Yanshan District. They talked about it a lot and I didn't remember it. Anyway, this noodles is particularly delicious when making pancakes."
What they brought out was There were a lot of thin rolls of dough, some steamed and some baked. They were put in bags and suffocated until they softened.
“This is mung bean noodles. I think it’s average. They gave me a small bowl.”
“And this one, this noodle is very delicious when used as steamed buns, and it’s very soft...” High school student As he explained, Qiaoqiao took out the plastic bag from his arms.
I don’t know which district this steamed bun maker is from, and he was very happy to give it to me. Dabai steamed buns were given to me ten times. No wonder Qiao Qiao was so fat under her down jacket.
Song Tan was quite surprised: "You asked for food, but you didn't expect to get so much back?"
The high school student touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed: "Actually, the traffic in their exhibition area selling staple food is a bit poor, not at all. No one bought... I said I was hungry and wanted to eat one, so they packed three or four of them."
"But Qiaoqiao said that he and his sister were both hungry, so they packed more than ten in one go. A..."
The little high school student sighed: "If nothing else, he is really generous. I think he is from the mountainous area. When I have nothing to do in the afternoon, I will buy a few packages and send them back. Go home."
"It's good." The bag was opened and the steamed buns were still warm. Song Tan smelled the fragrance and nodded:
"This dish is really good. My family also needs it - Qiao Qiao, let's talk to this this afternoon..."
"My name is Yang Zhengxin." The high school student answered immediately.
"Okay," Song Tan followed suit: "Let's go with your friend Yang Zhengxin and buy 20 packs of each kind of noodles. Do you remember Master Li's license plate number and mobile phone number? Let them send it over. Leave it by the way. Contact information. "The flour bag is small, 20 bags don't weigh much, at least with the support of the old Song family, it won't last long.
Maybe the pig-killing feast will be finished in one day.
"Ah?" Yang Zhengxin opened his mouth wide: "Four doesn't cost money? Why can't you two make a living?"
Qiao Qiao thought for a while: "There are many people who eat in our family, and they are all very good at eating! I was also going to buy flour. Those aunties are so good, I’m willing to buy them.”
That’s true.
Yang Zhengxin stopped talking. He had a sweet mouth and was small. When he was begging for food, he didn't even think about asking for a small bowl of rice, but the elder sister wouldn't give it to him.
On the contrary, the noodle seller greeted them, knowing that they were young, but still stuffed them... He said that there were several layers in the steamer/grilling pot, and as a result, no one who came to the exhibition ate the staple food. There's no one here to ask, so I might as well give it to them.
Song Tan stared at the staple food, and then asked Qiao Qiao: "What should we eat for lunch?"
Qiao Qiao thought for a while, and then counted the dishes on the stand——
"Cold cucumbers, stir-fried shredded radish, and making peppers, okay?"
He said it so professionally that Yang Zhengxin was dumbfounded for a moment: "You still want to cook?"
He became anxious: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, I would go to the seasoning section and ask if I could borrow some soy sauce or vinegar..."
"No need!" Qiao Qiao laughed: "Our seventh cousin rarely uses seasonings when making stir-fries. What I make is delicious. I'll give it to you to try later."
Of course. , there is no steamer or anything here, so Qiao Qiao can only change some procedures -
Just as he was about to take action, he was stopped by Song Tan:
"Wait a minute , I think the judges will be coming soon.”
Well, there is an exhibition area in front, and a large group of people are surrounding it, obviously they have entered the tasting stage.
Qiao Qiao became excited: "Are we going to win the prize?"
Song Tan nodded: "Soon."
Yang Zhengxin:...
Oh! This new brother is good at everything, but he was taught to be too confident by his family.
He thought for a while, then quietly walked over and gave Qiao Qiao a blow with his elbow: "If the judges say something bad, you won't cry later, will you?"
Qiao Qiao blinked blankly: "No! Our food is the most delicious!"
Yang Zhengxin looked at Song Tan who was quickly opening the plastic wrap on the lid, and sighed helplessly - —
There are so many things that I found, from sweet potatoes to tomatoes to cucumbers and strawberries. It’s obvious that this family grows a lot of things, and I don’t know the priorities.
"Okay! If you cry anyway, I won't laugh at you."
He said manly.
Okay, all 110,000 words of KPI in December were completed, and there are specific backend statistics. These two updates are from November!
Happy New Year’s Day! I hope it can be updated at a fixed time in the future.
Good morning, everyone.