Su Qingluan thanked him again, accepted the box, and turned to leave, but heard Old Master Xu behind her, somewhat puzzled: "Did you hear any noise, Su Xiaoyou?"
After a moment, he looked down at Su Qingluan's feet following the sound.
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and lifted her foot to reveal the nails on the sole of her shoe: "Old man, I'm afraid it's these shoes that made the sound on the ground."
The floor of the shop was paved with blue bricks, different from the yellow earth floor outside, and the copper nails were made of metal, so there was a light "click, click" sound when stepping on the brick road.
Seeing this, Mr. Xu was a little curious. After all, Su Qingluan was outside, and Mr. Xu was a man. According to the concepts of that era, it was not convenient to take off his shoes and show them to the other party, so she asked for paper and pen and wrote and drew on them.
He drew and explained at the same time, and in just a few sentences he explained the making and use of the nail shoes.
"When the roads are muddy after rain like this, you can wear shoes like these. They are much more stable than ordinary cloth shoes."
After all, the soles of traditional shoes do not have the anti-slip patterns of modern sports shoes.
"But if it's winter, I'm afraid I'll have to change into cotton shoes, but using copper nails like this will probably be very cold."
"That's a good idea," Old Man Xu nodded. "I'll ask my friends about it. He had a wide circle of friends in his early years, so perhaps he knows some ways to improve it."
Su Qingluan just listened to this and didn't take it too seriously. Besides, she thought that this simple method was just for emergency use.
After saying goodbye to Mr. Xu, Su Qingluan turned around and went to Hongfu Building again.
Like Mr. Xu, Shopkeeper Liang also showed interest in the nailed shoes and joked that Su Qingluan had damaged the mahogany floor of his house with these shoes.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "It seems that if the methods I came up with to attract customers tomorrow don't work, Uncle Liang will not let me off."
Shopkeeper Liang also bowed exaggeratedly, "How dare I? I was counting on Miss Su to come up with a few more delicious and affordable dishes to enrich the turnover of my small restaurant."
The two chatted for a while, and then Shopkeeper Liang turned and had the waiter bring over a plate of jiaozi (apple cakes). "Just as my niece said, each jiaozi is filled with stuffing: twenty raisins, five candied dates, one salted egg yolk, and the rest is red bean paste."
Originally, Su Qingluan thought that she could make the "Participation Award" grade cookies without fillings, but after seeing the finished product, there were still some differences from the ones with fillings, so she simply added fillings to them all.
Su Qingluan joked, "I'll just pick one for good luck." There were hundreds of cookies anyway, so one less wouldn't make a difference. She still liked the ones with red bean paste filling.
Shopkeeper Liang naturally had no objection, so he smiled and watched Su Qingluan put a cookie into her mouth. When she bit it open, she found that it was filled with the unique egg yolk filling.
Su Qingluan: ...
Shopkeeper Liang: ...
Su Qingluan smiled awkwardly: "Uncle Liang, please ask the kitchen to make a new one..." This was also what Wanwanmei had thought of.
In her previous life, she never won more than ten yuan from buying lottery tickets. How come she won the first prize this time just by picking a random one?
But she absolutely couldn't take the jackpot - if she took it, how would she create a stunt? And how could she expect it to attract customers?
"My dear niece, you are so lucky. You are a blessed person!" Boss Liang sighed.
Su Qingluan laughed dryly and couldn't help complaining: "Don't let this 'big prize' be eaten out too early tomorrow!" She was still hoping to attract more customers by holding the first prize.
Suddenly, an idea struck her, her eyes rolled, and she leaned over and whispered a few words.
Shopkeeper Liang pointed at Su Qingluan and smiled: "Girl, you have a lot of tricks up your sleeve."
Su Qingluan bowed with a sly expression, saying "Thank you for your compliment."
After teasing her a few times, Shopkeeper Liang made a "please" gesture to her: "Tomorrow is Qixi Festival. My dear niece, would you like to see your 'teaching results' from yesterday?"
Su Qingluan raised her eyebrows and showed some interest.
Speaking of which, when she was an apprentice in her previous life, she was also scolded a lot. The master was not particularly tolerant of her just because she was a girl and was adopted by the master.
In the words of the chef, "When learning a skill, regardless of gender, everyone must study hard. If you want to be a true chef, I will hold you to the same standards."
Then he scolded her harshly.
It is true that she cried bitterly when she was scolded and gnashed her teeth in hatred behind his back. It is also true that she is grateful to her master now.
Su Qingluan thought that now she could use a slightly "condescending" attitude to "guide" others, which made her feel secretly happy.
But she did not forget that Hongfulou was not her territory, so when she saw the kitchen helpers making mistakes, she would just give them some pointers and would not scold them - after all, the real boss here should be Chef Xu Yuanwei.
But today, Xu Yuanwei didn't know why, but Su Qingluan felt that he was a little strange - no, to be precise, he was extremely strange.
She could sense this weirdness from the last time he vaguely avoided her, but today Su Qingluan confirmed again: it was not her illusion.
However, when she approached him to ask, Xu Yuanwei simply shook his head, indicating that it was nothing. Su Qingluan looked over carefully, and the vague evasion seemed to have disappeared.
Although Su Qingluan was full of questions, she couldn't drag the other person along and ask him until he got to the bottom of it.
Su Qingluan didn't take this matter to heart and forgot about it as soon as she turned around.
After dealing with the important matters, Su Qingluan turned around and returned home.
Yang came out and saw that there was a box in her hand, so she asked what it was.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Mr. Xu told me to keep the gift he gave me."
"How can I ask for a return gift for making just two meatballs?"
Su Qingluan smiled bitterly: "Mr. Xu's kindness is really hard to refuse."
Thinking of Xu Kekuan's enthusiasm for going to the stall every day regardless of the weather just to get a recipe for a spring roll, Yang felt a little headache and a little funny.
After a long while, she finally sighed and said, "Let's remember their kindness and never forget it. It's good to have more friends along the way."
Su Qingluan nodded, turned around and went into the house to change into clean cloth shoes, and went to open the box.
Su Qingluan held the box along the way and felt that it was quite heavy. According to the appearance of the box and Mr. Xu's identity as the owner of Nongmoxuan, Su Qingluan thought that the most likely thing inside was an inkstone, or a ruler made of precious materials.
The result was beyond her expectations. When the box was carefully opened, Su Qingluan exclaimed in admiration mixed with joy: "This, this is...!"
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