Su Bai's own grandfather and godfather are both such stubborn and cute old men, so Su Bai has a good impression of old men like Mr. Xie, so his attitude is the same as that towards his own two old men.
Old Xie had a look of disappointment on his face. He originally thought that this young man was the kind of young man who would become arrogant just because he had some skills. However, looking at Su Bai's attitude, it seemed that he really had no intention of disrespecting calligraphy. Moreover, this playful and naughty look made him feel more approachable than his own grandson who was very strict.
"You kid... With your calligraphy skills, if you specialize in it, you'll have no more future than selling buns! You really are!"
"Hey, I just love to eat. I'll close the shop tomorrow. You'll know when you try it!"
"How delicious can this bun be! You kid..."
Su Bai smiled and listened to the old man muttering for a long time, without refuting, and slowly accompanied him out and waved:
"I know, I know. Go take a walk now. Those grandmas are waiting for you. Don't make them anxious, dear."
The tone of Su Bai's coaxing tone made old man Xie Wenyu feel helpless, angry and amused.
But the old man wasn't the type to cause trouble. He just felt sorry for Su Bai's excellent calligraphy, so he sighed and said, "You are such a jerk! Okay! I'll come and try your buns tomorrow to see how delicious they are! If there's nothing special about them, just consider what I, an old man, say and focus more on your calligraphy!"
"I, old man, have some connections in this area. If you want to get into calligraphy, I can help you."
Mr. Xie Wenyu’s words warmed Su Bai’s heart.
I like this mission more and more, not only because of the final improvement in cooking skills, but also because of integrating into the market. Not only can I gain the recognition of a large number of diners, but I can also occasionally feel this very simple kindness.
Although people in modern society are indeed becoming more and more indifferent, there are still people like Mr. Xie who are willing to show kindness without asking for anything in return and simply out of appreciation.
These "little warmth" makes people happy.
After saying goodbye to the old man, Su Bai continued to clean up the bun shop with a few hired workers. There were not many things that needed to be done, and they finished after a while.
During the process, some people returning home from get off work looked in at the door curiously, and Su Bai greeted them warmly:
"The bun shop will reopen tomorrow, with our exclusive secret buns. If you're interested, remember to come and try them tomorrow. We'll open at 7 o'clock."
People in the surrounding communities are most likely to become the first customers, which is very important for the bun-making mission, so Su Bai is also very patient.
After finishing all this, Su Bai looked at the time and it was almost 7 o'clock. He then closed the door, settled the workers' wages, and drove to find a vegetable market.
......
Mincheng.
At the place where Su Bai used to set up a stall, Huangmao and a few friends who came to eat hand-pulled pancakes that day were squatting in a row on the curb.
If it weren't for the row of luxury cars parked on the side of the road, they would really look like a group of street urchins who had just been released.
Huang Mao looked at Liu Xiang, who was walking towards him with an equally desperate expression, with a sad face and asked:
"Still no news?"
"No, I've already clocked almost 50,000 steps on WeChat today... Fans in the group have been looking for me everywhere, we've searched all over Mincheng, but we can't find the boss..."
Huang Mao was a little depressed. "Could it be that the boss ran away because he exploited me too hard yesterday?"
"This boss has such a poor ability to handle pressure! He's not dedicated at all!"
Liu Xiang's eyes twitched, and he wanted to complain: "Anyone who is forced to make cakes for more than ten hours will collapse!"
"It's all because of you that no one can eat hand-pulled pancakes anymore!"
However, Liu Xiang knew Huangmao's identity and would definitely not tell it out.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, they were a little panicked when the always punctual Iron Man boss didn't come to set up the stall. They waited until 9 o'clock, but still no one showed up. The diners who came to the scene started to get anxious and started clamoring to go look for him.
Liu Xiang and Huang Mao, as the main planners and managers of the "Iron Man Hand-Pulled Pancake Group", also began to allocate areas and mobilized all the hand-pulled pancake lovers in the group to go to the streets and alleys to look for the runaway boss whenever they had free time.
Those stalls selling hand-pulled pancakes on the street are in trouble today!
Inexplicably, a few people would always come over and not buy any cookies, so I would pull them over and ask, "Are you Iron Man?!"
God damn Iron Man!
The older aunties and uncles were fine, but the younger ones were all "checked" thoroughly. They left disappointed after confirming that it wasn't the Iron Man boss...
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