Space peasant girl: madly criticizing Xianggong for being weak and bullying

Chapter 80

Yun also said yes, and asked: "Master, do you want me to let Ning Fengcai fall again?"

Rong Yan looked at Xiaoxiao's bouncing back, and shook his head: "Look first, she might... have other plans." Otherwise, she wouldn't be in a hurry, she looks like she is going to settle accounts with her second uncle , It's more like watching the excitement.

When Second Uncle Ning walked into Tianxianglou again with the bamboo shoots provided by Dafang for free, he laughed at the stupidity of these nephews and nieces in his heart, while thinking about the money he would soon get, he was so happy from ear to ear.

The shopkeeper was waiting for him in the private room. After seeing him gone for a long time, his expression was obviously not good-looking. Second Uncle Ning wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It's just that I just walked to the door, and I don't know who doesn't have long eyes. I pushed my stuff and dropped the jar."

He emphasized: "But shopkeeper, you don't have to worry, I still have it here, you can try the taste to see if it is the same as that of Wuxiangju."

The shopkeeper picked up a sour bamboo shoot with a look of disgust, smelled it first, and then put it in his mouth, but he didn't like this cheap stuff, so he spit it out after chewing it twice.

Recently, he sent someone to the opposite restaurant to buy sour bamboo shoots, and they tasted good. He asked Second Uncle Ning, "When will it be delivered?"

Second Uncle Ning was overjoyed: "Very soon, at most ten days before I can be out of the altar!" It's done!He seemed to be able to see countless copper plates flying towards him with wings.

The shopkeeper rinsed his mouth with tea: "Then you can send ten altars in ten days."

Second Uncle Ning's eyes were about to shine, and he ran out if he was obedient: "It's no wonder that he is doing big business. This skill is much more generous than that of Wuxiangju."

The shopkeeper's face was not obvious, but the arc of the corner of his mouth was obviously much larger.

When Second Uncle Ning was sent away, he didn't even have time to drink a sip of tea, but he was not unhappy at all, because he was repeatedly calculating the benefits that ten altars of sour bamboo shoots could bring him. When he went out, he ran into a big girl with a miserable face.

Second Uncle Ning frowned and wanted to pretend that he hadn't seen her, but Ning Erlang, who had already suppressed his anger behind Xiaoxiao, had already said, "Second Uncle, we just heard that you also came to sell sour bamboo shoots?"

The word "also" is wonderful.

As soon as the business with Tianxiang Building was completed, Second Uncle Ning was afraid of what might happen, so he scolded him immediately: "Why, you are allowed to sell bamboo shoots, so others are not allowed to do this business?"

Xiaoxiao asked softly: "Of course there is no such reason, but as far as I know, you, second uncle, didn't know how to do this before, but from our house..."

She spoke very slowly, slow enough for Second Uncle Ning to interrupt in time: "Your grandma has been making pickles for many years, so it's strange that you can make mere sour bamboo shoots, but your grandma is low-key, unlike you Just showing off and bragging around.”

"Why, now that your family is separated and your wings are hardened, you can't see our old house making money with your own craftsmanship, so you want to make trouble?"

Although Xiaoxiao had said the purpose of this trip a long time ago, Ning Erlang was still pained by the second uncle's face, and he took a step forward: "Second uncle, what do you mean, the bamboo shoots you are selling are all researched by my own mother?" Yes, it has nothing to do with us?"

When Second Uncle Ning heard this, he was jealous of his business and wanted a piece of the pie?That's not okay!So he immediately slapped him with a firm tone: "That's natural. Your nanny and my mother have researched this bamboo shoot from the beginning to the end. The method was only passed on to our second room. I don't care if you don't know where to find the method. And let’s say that our old house learned how to cook from a hairy kid like you?”

(End of this chapter)