The peasant daughter of the crossing

Chapter 212

"So I decided not to make pig offal, what do you think now?"

"The daughter-in-law's decision is of course wise. From now on, as a husband, I will follow the daughter-in-law's guidance." San Lang was rather stupid.But Ruhua loves Saburo's appearance when he is so stubborn, because it is so cute.

"You! Haha..." Ruhua looked at Sanlang's foolishness, and almost spit out the steamed buns from her mouth.

Seeing Ruhua's smile, Saburo grinned involuntarily, and laughed together.

After eating the steamed buns and resting for a while, there was another wave of people, and the crowd became lively.

Once the crowd was over, Ruhua took out the baskets and weighed them, and there were only a few catties of persimmon cakes left.And Ruhua saw that there were fewer people at the moment, not to mention that they still had important things to do, so they didn't plan to set up a stall, but packed their luggage and planned to go to the hotel to explain things clearly.

When they arrived at the hotel, Ruhua and Saburo first went to the shopkeeper to find the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, business is booming!" When Ruhua walked to the shopkeeper's place, she saw that the shopkeeper was busy paying the bill!
The shopkeeper finally saw off the last customer in line, and then he had free time to raise his head and say hello to the two of them, "Hey! It's been a long time, Mrs. Cheng's."

Forget it, she hasn't been to town for nearly a month!
"Hehe! I was busy at home a while ago, so I didn't have any free time!" Ruhua smiled, then picked up some leftover persimmon cakes and handed them to the counter, "Taste the shopkeeper's?"

"What is this? Another novelty?" The shopkeeper took one in his hand, looked at it and couldn't tell what it was, then fed it into his mouth under the watchful eyes of Xiaoxiao and Saburo, and chewed, "Hey What is this made of, it's so soft and sweet, it looks like a pastry."

"This is made from the persimmons I picked on the mountain a few days ago, and I'm selling them at the market today. I want to give you a taste of the leftovers!"

"Persimmon? Is this thing made of persimmons?" The shopkeeper was startled, and then smiled in relief, "Miss Cheng likes to delve into these novelties, and they always bring surprises!"

"Hehe! I only care about food." Ruhua also smiled heartily.

"Then it would be great if I could delve into food like the Cheng family's wife, then my hotel will go up to a higher level." While speaking, the shopkeeper ate another persimmon cake.

"The shopkeeper's business is so booming! How prosperous does the shopkeeper want to be?"

The shopkeeper likes to hear these words.

"Shopkeeper, I actually have other matters to discuss when I come here today!" Ruhua was still thinking about the purchase later, so she wanted to settle these matters quickly.

"Things? What's the matter? Check out?"

"That's not true." Ruhua straightened her thoughts, "Actually, I came here today to say that maybe tomorrow we won't send pig offal."

"Don't send pork offal? What's the matter, didn't we cooperate well?" The shopkeeper was puzzled. Although this pork offal was not as popular as before, it was still a signature dish anyway, so he still didn't want to give it up just like that.

"Well, let's put it this way, the shopkeeper! The weather will get cold in a while, so we plan to take a break, and it's really tiring to do this!" Ruhua can't say that she won't do it because she earns less money!That hurts so much.

"But, but now this dish can be regarded as our hotel's signature dish. You suddenly don't make it, which makes us a little... a little embarrassed." They were caught off guard.

"This..." It was impossible for Ruhua to make this dish withdrawn, so she didn't think of the answer for a while.Originally, she had another idea in her heart, but she didn't want to do this. After all, the menu could not be given to the shopkeeper for nothing.

Suddenly, Ruhua remembered how to make the cake last time... a thought began to emerge in her heart... selling menus...

But how should she speak!

For a long time, "Shopkeeper, I wonder if you are interested in the pastries I brought last time?"

The shopkeeper didn't know what Ru Hua meant, but he still remembered the pastry he ate last time. The melting feeling in his mouth was full of praise, and it was even better than any other pastries in the town. What does this lady mean?"

"I could tell you how to make pastries, but..."

"But what?" The shopkeeper really wanted to know how to make pastries, so wouldn't the hotel be able to sell more desserts after dinner? "But with money? Isn't it?"

Seeing that she didn't have to speak clearly, Ruhua felt a lot easier, "Since the shopkeeper explained it, then I won't beat around the bush. Shopkeeper, let me see how much my cakes and offal are worth?"

The shopkeeper is a businessman, so he naturally knew that it was impossible to get the recipe for nothing, so he thought about it, "The recipe for this pastry is eight taels, and the recipe for pork offal is three taels, how about it?"

Saburo, who was standing by the side, had always been quite calm, but now he was not so calm. The easy income was 11 taels, which would take him a few years to earn back!But didn't Ruhua say that this was an ancestral prescription?Would that be bad.

So Sanlang hastily tugged Ruhua's sleeve, and shook his head gently.

"Shopkeeper, you see, I was willing to pay this price, but my husband-in-law is not." Ruhua has yet to find an excuse for her loss!
"Well, although your recipe for pork offal is the only one, the pork offal made by others in the market is not bad, so the price of this pork offal really can't be higher. But the recipe for this cake you Look at ten taels, this is the highest." The shopkeeper seemed very unwilling.

But Ruhua knew that the shopkeeper was a shrewd person, and would not do business at a loss, so she didn't feel that she had gotten a big deal.

"All right!"

After Ruhua nodded, she agreed to make a deal, but she didn't know how to make pastries, and Ruhua only had to be taught on the spot.

In the kitchen, if lace is talking while doing it, it can be regarded as saying all the important points.

(End of this chapter)