Just as Su Liuer expected, even though she increased the production of grass jelly honey, it was still sold out.
There is still a shortage of supply, which is also due to the fact that in addition to the locals and nearby villagers, Qingxi Town also has passing merchants, all of whom have to pass through Qingxi Town to go to Shanghe City.
Originally, when this merchant was selling at a roadside stall, he had very few customers, but today, after starting to sell at the restaurant, he has received a lot more.
Sure enough, the richer people are, the more they need a good environment to entertain them.
For the price of these few coins, you can sit down and rest in the restaurant while eating some cool and refreshing food. In four words, it is good value for money!
So, when the shopkeeper was dividing the profits with Su Liuer that day, he asked tentatively, "Madam Su, could you make a little more of this Herbal Honey tomorrow? Then we can start selling it in the morning. It's been so hot lately that I'm sweating!"
The subtext is: If you start selling in the afternoon, you will lose a lot!
This was exactly what Su Liuer wanted, so she didn't bother to argue with the shopkeeper and agreed directly, saying that she would come over tomorrow morning.
"Okay! Tomorrow, you can take the donkey cart directly to the alley behind the restaurant, and I'll have the waiter help move it!"
"Okay, then I'll go back and prepare the grass jelly honey for tomorrow."
The shopkeeper happily sent Su Liu'er away, and the waiter came down and said, "Shopkeeper, here's everything the young man upstairs wants to eat tonight."
"Hurry up and get it done!" The shopkeeper took the list and took the waiter to the kitchen in the back.
This young man is a very rich and generous man, but his daily requests are quite a lot!
Everything they eat and use is very particular. The dishes they eat every day and even the cooking methods are listed in detail. The chef has never made some of the dishes and can only imitate them. It's really hard to please!
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On the way back, Su Liuer told the coachman that she would go to the town tomorrow morning, and then go up the mountain with Wang Po to pick magical herbs.
Zhu Hongan stayed at home alone.
He practices calligraphy at this time every day, and today is no exception.
His little hands held a small stick and he wrote carefully, stroke by stroke, on the watered muddy ground. He wrote the word "Su".
"You wrote it wrong. There's a missing dot in the word 'Su'."
"Snap!" The man who suddenly appeared scared Zhu Hongan so much that he dropped the small stick in his hand.
The masked man twitched his lips in embarrassment. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the little guy pick up another bigger stick on the ground with both hands and point it at him.
It turns out that he was not scared, but just changed to a weapon that he thought was more powerful?
Zhu Yunxi raised the corner of his mouth, then said in a deep voice with his jaw set tight, "You think you can beat me with just a little stick like this? Boy, aren't you afraid that I'll beat your ass to pieces?"
"..." Zhu Hongan didn't say anything, but continued to hold the stick towards Zhu Yunxi. His watery eyes were wide open without blinking, staring straight at him with a fierce look.
Zhu Yunxi looked at him, silence permeated between the two figures, one big and one small.
a long time.
Zhu Yunxi first withdrew his gaze, picked up another branch from the ground, squatted down and filled in the missing dot on the word on the ground.
"Look, this is the correct word for Su."
Zhu Hongan took a quick glance and found that it was exactly the same as what his mother wrote. He just forgot for a moment and he would remember it without this person reminding him!
"You don't want to thank me? I helped you."
Zhu Hongan hummed very softly, still without saying anything, and even his posture did not change.
Zhu Yunxi picked up the stick and struck Zhu Hongan's knees lightly. He said, "You need to bend your knees a little so you can exert more force. Move your back foot back a little. And your arms too..."
The small stick tapped Zhu Hongan lightly here and there, and he adjusted his posture according to the man's words.
"..." Zhu Hongan suddenly frowned, his little face, which was now a little chubby, looked confused and entangled. Why should he listen to the words of this weirdo who came out of nowhere!
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