The tables in the room all ordered the store’s specialty dumplings, which are filled with motherwort.
So it’s much easier to cook it in one pot.
After the dumplings were served, some people were eager to eat them, as they liked to eat them hot, and soon there were exclamations of praise in the store.
"Shh, these dumplings are so delicious!"
"What kind of filling is this? I've never eaten it before!"
"I feel like I swallowed it whole. Let me try another one."
Listening to the customers' words, Mr. Lian still looked unconvinced and asked, "Could it be that these are all hired by you?"
Mr. Cen became more calm and composed when he heard the guests' constant praise.
He sat with his legs crossed, leaning back in his chair, just short of fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.
"You'll know if you try it."
"Just try it." Old Master Lian took a dumpling into his mouth, and his expression changed immediately. After swallowing the dumpling in his mouth, he raised his finger and pointed at Old Master Cen and said, "You old man, I know you never make a move, but once you do, it's not a joke."
"Is it delicious?" Elder Cen smiled happily. "Is just one enough?"
"Do you care about me enough?" Old Master Lian glanced at him, then picked up the second and third dumplings and started eating.
After the first wave of customers had almost finished their meal, it was almost time for lunch.
But in fact, there were still a lot of dumplings prepared in the kitchen, and the guests at the tables just now had not even consumed one-tenth of them.
Mrs. Ye looked at this and began to worry again.
Mrs. Lu was also very sensitive to mealtimes. She ran to the door early and stood there, wanting to repeat her old trick and continue to attract customers from the travel notes to her home.
However, several waves of guests who came out of the travelogue all praised the dumplings, which made her feel a little suspicious.
"It's just dumplings, can dumplings be made into flowers?
"How can you, country bumpkins who have never seen the world, treat dumplings like delicacies?"
Just at this moment, the two guests who had just been invited by Mrs. Lu to eat dumplings also finished their meal and came out.
Hearing the guests coming out from next door all praising the dumplings, the two were filled with confusion. Finally, they couldn't help but stop a young man and asked, "Excuse me, what kind of dumplings did this young man just eat? They were so delicious and you were so full of praise for them?"
"I really don't know what the filling is, but Madam You said it's her specialty and you can't get it anywhere else."
"But they are so delicious. I think they are the best dumplings I have ever eaten."
The two young men left after they finished speaking, leaving the two people who had eaten dumplings at Lu's house feeling deeply that they had been cheated.
One of them even turned around and questioned Madam Lu: "Didn't you say that these are the same as hers? Then why don't you have her special dumplings?"
Mrs. Lu was also confused by the question, what kind of special dumplings?
But she remained unyielding and said, "You didn't say you wanted to eat special dumplings, how would I know?"
The two customers were choked to death by her words, but they had already finished their meal and paid, so they were too lazy to argue with her and had to leave with a lot of anger.
Mrs. Lu gave a smug smile at the two men's backs.
But in just a blink of an eye, when she turned around, she suddenly found that there was a long queue at the door of the travel journal.
Almost everyone in the queue was carrying a lunch box, and some were carrying one in each hand.
Mrs. Lu has been in business for some years. When she saw the clothes of these people, she knew that they must be servants of dignitaries or wealthy families.
She stood on tiptoe to look into the store. There were clearly empty tables and chairs inside, so why were people still queuing outside?
Could it be to create the illusion of booming business?
Mrs. Lu immediately came over and said to the people queuing behind her, "What's wrong with this store? There's so much space in the house, why do they make you queue here? This is not..."
Before she finished speaking, she heard Mrs. Ye calling out from the other side of the door: "If you want to eat dumplings, go inside. There is plenty of room in the house.
"Don't get me wrong, everyone in line is here to buy raw dumplings to take away.
“Those who want to buy raw dumplings to cook at home can also queue up here.
"There are enough dumplings in the kitchen, and they will be available soon, so don't worry."
As she spoke, people came out one after another carrying lunch boxes.
Mrs. Ye, who was helping to pack dumplings into food boxes in the kitchen, finally put her mind at ease all day.
The dumplings delivered to various mansions yesterday were not in vain.
Mrs. Lu then understood why these people were holding food boxes, and her expression changed instantly.
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