There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

The little girl said she was discussing it with her family, but since she can make such a big idea by herself, she probably has some say in the family.

After thinking about it, there were 110 six chickens in total. The eldest daughter was given four chickens at a hundred cents. Now the eldest daughter wanted more, so it was inappropriate for him to raise the price again.

Although it is a little lower than the original selling price, it is still better than keeping it in your hands and wasting money every day.

Besides, if you just rush home like this, you may not be able to sell it. It's better to sell it all now and grab the money and take your grandson home for the New Year.

Just settle for 25 cents each.

Thinking like this, the old man stretched out two fingers:

"I have 120 and six chickens here. I'll pay you 25 cents for each chicken, and I'll charge you three taels of silver. What do you think?"

Song Rutang also calculated in his mind.

Knowing that the old man had given her a very big discount, Song Rutang nodded, immediately agreed, took out three taels of silver from her pocket, and handed it directly to the old man.

This behavior made the old man feel that she was a powerful person in the family.

A little girl could easily use money to negotiate business with others. If she was said to be an ordinary girl, he would definitely not believe it.

Without thinking much, the old man caught the chickens one by one and threw them all into the bullock cart for Song Rutang.

Sun Ping had already driven the car and was waiting for the chicken to get on the car. When he saw several people coming out with chickens, he rolled up his sleeves and helped to throw the chickens on the top of the car.

Those chickens were cooked by the old man, and they didn't panic when they were thrown in the car. They stuck out their mouths and poked around looking for food.

The old man smiled and tied the legs of those gangster-looking chickens with ropes, threw them into a sack and handed them to Song Rutang.

Song Rutang picked up the chicken and got into the car, and gave a final reminder:
"If you have chickens delivered again in the future, you can come to Haoshi Restaurant and ask."

The old man kept this name in his heart, said goodbye to Song Rutang, turned around and took his grandson back to the rented yard.

The chickens are all sold, and it’s time to leave.

The little boy held the old man's hand, raised his face and said happily:

"Grandpa, can we come again in the future?"

The old man put his grandson on his shoulders, thought about it for a while, sighed, and said thoughtfully, not caring whether his grandson understood it or not:

"Who can say for sure? If we look at it later, this big girl may have to lose money if she buys so many chickens at once! If she really has some skills, then we will make a profit. Look again, look again , let’s see if this good restaurant is famous or not!”

The little grandson nodded blankly, not understanding what it meant. He just stared at his grandfather's bulging pocket and was secretly happy.

Now I can eat candied haws on the way back, which is great.

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Here Song Rutang brought a group of chickens back to Haoshifanguan. Although they entered through the back door, they also attracted the attention of many people on the way.

Someone saw this big cart of chickens and was very confused, and asked Song Rutang:

"Oh, such a fat chicken! Shopkeeper Song, are you going to serve meat to the restaurant today?"

Song Rutang nodded and said with a smile:
"Would you like to come over and try it? It's a new product, limited edition."

"Then I have to try it. Last time I waited for several days for the hot and sour rice noodles. This time I have to take the lead."

As soon as the man heard that there was a new product, he couldn't wait any longer and started to move forward.

Song Rutang quickly stopped him:
"It's not too late to wait a little longer. It will take at least half an hour to do it. The queue is very cold on this cold day. Why don't you go sit in the store first and drink a few pots of tea." The man heard this. There was still tea to drink, so he nodded.

Where to wait instead of waiting?He could still get some tea, so he had to join in the fun.

The man immediately moved to the front facing the street, swaggered into the store, found a place to sit down, and began to ask the waiter to bring tea.

The chef asked Sun Ping to help pluck the chicken feathers, and then Song Rutang and Sun Shunzi started cooking.

The sauce was mixed and the ingredients were ready. Over there, Sun Ping also sent a chicken that had been plucked and chopped into pieces.

Song Rutang rolled up her sleeves, marinated the chicken, and went to the back to look for Sun Ping.

Seeing Sun Ping plucking the chicken's feathers hard, Song Rutang went over and said:
"Uncle Sun, just chop a few of them first and that's enough. We don't know how many people are willing to eat them yet. It would be bad if we get too many and can't sell them."

Sun Ping nodded: "Then I'll chop up these chickens first, wash my hands and go forward to help carry the dishes."

"Okay, please pour more hot water. It's not good for the handles to be frostbitten in the cold weather. We don't lack firewood."

Song Rutang watched Sun Ping wash his hands with cold water after plucking the chicken's feathers. His hands were red from the cold, so he couldn't help but remind him.

But just such a simple sentence caused ripples in Sun Ping's heart.

This was the first time the owner specifically asked him to use hot water.

At that moment, I had more respect for Song Rutang, and my speed of plucking chicken feathers gradually slowed down, and my observations became more detailed.

Song Rutang didn't know that he had no intention of doing anything, so he gave Sun Ping a few words, went back and brought some chili peppers, and then started to stir-fry the chicken with Sun Shunzi.

Sun Shunzi didn't know how to cook this yet, so he kept watching from behind and hitting him from time to time.

Such a taciturn person suddenly became abnormal today. After a while, Song Rutang felt that he was a little noisy.

Every time Song Rutang threw something into the pot and every time he stirred the pot, Sun Shunzi exclaimed:
"Master is amazing!"

Halfway through the frying, Song Rutang felt helpless, turned around and said:
"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Sun Shunzi saw that Song Rutang could see through his thoughts at a glance. He smiled awkwardly and wanted to speak, but he felt that what he said was a bit excessive.

Song Rutang naturally understood this look. After waiting for a short while, seeing that Sun Shunzi was still reluctant to speak, he opened his mouth and said:

"It can be said that if you don't talk about it, this chicken will be confused."

When Sun Shunzi heard this, he thought, "Is this okay?"He hurriedly said:

"Master, I thought I would try it with you. We have two pots here, and I want to give it a try with you."

I thought Song Rutang would refuse and tell him that he was not skilled enough to try a certain kind of teaching, but Song Rutang nodded directly:

"You can try it if you want, but if it's fried, you have to eat it yourself."

"Okay, okay, thank you, master, thank you, master!"

Sun Shunzi was extremely happy, and his eyes became even more alert as he stared at Song Rutang cooking.

The master trusts him so much, he can't betray the master's trust!

Besides, what’s so difficult about cooking?He has observed the master's technique. It is just a matter of frying the chicken for a while. Why does he need to practice it specially?
Besides, even if he has to practice, with his ability, he could learn the hot and sour noodles so quickly last time, this chicken will definitely be faster!
Feeling complacent in his heart, his eyes slowly drifted away while watching Song Rutang cooking, and his attention was no longer on the chicken.