He was hired by Xiaoxin Food Shop!
They also run a restaurant, who doesn’t know who?!
However, the aroma of the fried dough sticks grew stronger instead of weaker, making them irresistible.
So they all rushed in, holding iron coins, to buy a fried dough stick.
Xia Chujian fried about thirty-one fried dough sticks. Excluding the ones she had already taken two bites of, there were thirty left, and she sold twenty-nine of them in an instant.
In the end, only a fat fried dough stick was left, emitting a lingering fragrance in the bamboo tube that could drain the oil.
There were about a dozen diners present.
So many people were staring at this fried dough stick and almost started a fight.
But in the end, none of them got the fried dough stick.
Because Qin Wanglan is here.
This time he did not stand at the back and watch everyone, but let his mechanical guards clear the way in front, pushing away all the people in line in front, and standing in front of Xia Chujian's oil pan.
He stared intently at the small whiteboard hanging diagonally from Xia Chujian's body and said, "...Isn't this fried noodles? What is the 'youtiao' you wrote on it?"
Xia Chujian was writing on the small whiteboard.
[Xia Chujian]: I don’t know about fried noodles, but what I made is called fried dough sticks.
Qin Wanglan's pupils shrank slightly, but on the surface he still maintained a little curiosity and continued to ask: "Youtiao? I've never heard of it."
After a pause, he asked again: "How do you know how to fry dough sticks? Who taught you?"
Xia Chujian actually wanted to say that this was her own original craft, but when she thought of her aunt, she still felt a little ashamed.
Because this was not her original creation, but her aunt's.
Although my aunt said that it came from the Xia family's recipe, Xia Chujian is no longer a child.
It was okay to lie to her when I was a kid, but not now.
What kind of recipe does the Xia family have?
Xia Chujian's mind raced as he wrote these words on the small whiteboard.
[Xia Chujian]: This is what my aunt taught me. My aunt's cooking is much better than mine.
Qin Wanglan's body stiffened slightly, his hands trembled slightly, and he quickly put them behind his back.
He tried his best to remain calm, smiled, and continued to ask, "Really? Your aunt can also make fried dough sticks? What's her name, and where did she learn it from?"
Xia Chujian felt that Qin Wanglan's question was a bit strange.
It is understandable to ask where you learned it, but it is a bit rude to ask your aunt's name.
I don't know you, what's your name?
Xia Chujian rolled her eyes in disdain in her heart, but kept smiling on her face, thinking, just ask whatever you want, I lose if I tell the truth!
She wrote on the small whiteboard: My aunt's name is Hua Yixin, which she learned from a book.
When Qin Wanglan saw the three words "Hua Yixin", his pupils suddenly shrank and the smile on his face seemed to freeze.
His eyes involuntarily fell on those three words. He stared at them for a long time. Seeing that the diners behind him were getting impatient, he boldly asked, "Captain Qin, are you going to buy it or not?!"
"If you don't buy it, we can..."
Qin Wanglan came back to his senses, raised his hand to stop the people behind him from yelling, and said lightly: "I'll buy it..."
Those who were pushed away by his mechanical guards were very unwilling and shouted, "There must be a first come, first served rule, right?!"
"You're cutting in line!"
Qin Wanglan didn't even look back. He took out a button-sized golden coin and said, "A golden coin."
After he said this, the diners behind him fell silent.
Are you kidding me?
One gold coin can buy a three-story house in the best location in the royal city!
As expected of the commander of the Royal City, he has so much money that he has nowhere to spend it...
Qin Wanglan put the button-sized gold coin into Xia Chujian's hand, and then took the fried dough stick from her bamboo basket.
As he turned around, he took a bite of the fried dough stick.
The smell brought tears to his eyes instantly.
He quickly raised his head and looked at the tall black tower in front of him. While chewing, he slowly let the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes recede.
Xia Chujian couldn't see all this, she was just thinking, and she hadn't asked this Qin Corps Commander yet, how their "fried noodles" were made...
What she didn't know was that Qin Wanglan returned to his office in the Royal City Legion Command Center and locked himself in there for the entire night.
Xia Chujian just stared at the button-sized golden coins in delight, thinking that she had finally earned her first pot of gold on her own!
…
The next day, when Xia Chujian opened the door and prepared noodles, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
As soon as the door opened, she saw Qin Wanglan standing at the door of her shop.
He was still wearing the same military uniform as yesterday, but it was wrinkled and not as straight as yesterday.
There were bloodshot eyes and a dark shadow of stubble on his jaw.
He looked haggard and decadent, as if he had not slept for a long time.
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