Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 129

"This, is water tofu?" He boss scooped up a piece of konjac tofu and asked the old man like Ding.

Old man Ding also brought a bowl.

There is nothing more comforting than drinking hot soup in winter.

"Yes, give it a try quickly, see if it suits your appetite." Old man Ding took the lead to eat.

It's not that he doesn't know how to be powerful, but that he knows too much.

The konjac tofu is definitely not poisonous, but the only thing that is not poisonous is their family letter. Looking back, these officials should know that they are eating poisonous konjac today, so they probably won't look good.

He eats first and stays behind.

It's not that old man Ding never thought about pretending to be deaf and dumb when opening the stall, and then invite the servants to sit down for a while, but after thinking about the stakes, he dismissed it.

Who knows how many of these people can wait until he asks!
The boss and the group didn't have the twists and turns in Old Man Ding's heart. They took a few glances at the bowl and started eating. After eating, the expression on their faces was very strange.

"Doesn't it go well with tofu?" He Boss was curious, why did he choose such a name.

Old man Ding had predicted this question a long time ago, and quickly swallowed the soup in his mouth: "It feels like tofu when you make it, and it looks like tofu as well."

After all, the boss and the group had never seen it before making it, and they nodded with a vague understanding.

"It's not like tofu at all, but it's better than tofu."

"This water tofu is better than tofu, I would like to eat this."

"If you want me, I will do the same."

A dozen people, you express your opinions one by one, and seeing that they eat about the same, Ding Xuewei scoops up the hot food again.

I have to say that it is really wise to add a little salt and monosodium glutamate when making konjac tofu. If it does not have a deep flavor, the konjac tofu cooked in this way will definitely be disgusting.

After adding some more to the officials, she called the old couple of the Chen family and the three little ones of Pandi to drink soup together.

Compared with the three little Pandi who are used to eating, the expressions of the old couple of the Chen family are much more standard.

One said that the taste was very strange, and the other said that the soup was delicious.

"Three Wen and one bowl, the two of you think, will anyone accept it?"

"Three...cough cough cough" old man Chen choked heavily.

Mrs. Chen didn't feel the fragrance of the soup anymore.

The Ding family paid the old couple quite a lot, fifty yuan a day, and another twenty yuan for storage.

If a bowl of this soup costs three renminbi, it would take more than [-] bowls to earn the wages of the old couple, but look at the people watching at the city gate.

I've seen a lot, but there's basically nothing I want to try.

The old couple were very worried about Ding Xuewei.

"Second elder, don't worry, you won't be short of your wages." Ding Xuewei relieved.

The old couple looked tangled.

"Don't worry, my family won't lose money. The tofu is worthless, and the vegetables are bought cheaply in the village." Ding Xue added with a smile.

Said, it is the least effective, drink well, she put the bowl in the washbasin and began to scald the vegetables.

When Ding Xuewei finished ironing a pot and cleared up a pile of bowls and chopsticks, Pandi and his three little ones came to help, and the old couple of the Chen family just watched the four siblings let them taste it one by one.

Regardless of age or status, as long as they are willing to take a bite, they will serve a small half bowl.

After a large pot was consumed and Ding Xuewei cooked another pot, Anping finally brought back the guests.

"This soup is really delicious, little girl, serve me a bowl."

This man looked quite upright, although his clothes were not made of fine cotton, they were very clean and well tidied up.

His bowl is not for tasting.

"Uncle, do you prefer tofu or fresh vegetables?" Ding Xuewei asked him to choose.

Without even thinking about it, the man said, "Shui Tofu, this thing is fresh."

"Okay." Ding Xuewei stopped talking.

Soon, half a bowl of fresh vegetable soup filled with konjac tofu was served.

A good start is half the battle. Shortly after the opening of Dahan, several guests came one after another. However, by around three o'clock in the afternoon, less than [-] Wen were received.

After another pot of soup bottomed out, Ding Xue called to close the stall.

After working for a long time, they didn't even sell the old couple's wages, and the old couple couldn't bear it.

"Brother Ding, I see, this salary is unnecessary..."

"Brother Chen, don't worry, this fresh vegetable soup is not sold for money." Old Man Ding interrupted him: "It's not for nothing that the official asked our family to set up a stall here."

Now that the government has spoken, what else can old man Chen say, but of course he can't say anything.

"Then we'll come early tomorrow."

"No need, we come here from the village a lot."

The evening before, Pandi said that her master would not come back anytime soon, so that when she entered the door and saw Mr. Jin, Ding Xuewei suspected that there was something wrong with her eyes.

Especially when he saw the middle-aged men and women beside him who were lazy and upright, but whose imposing posture was not the same as his, this kind of wishing that there was something wrong with his eyes was even worse.

"Pandi, I seem to have seen your master." She muttered.

Pandi on one side was even more confused than her: "I seem to have seen it too."

Ding Xue frowned slightly.

Pandi pursed her lips.

"Student, aren't you surprised?" Mr. Jin stroked his beard, stood up kindly, nodded with Mr. Ding, and then looked at Pandi again.

Pan Di was expressionless, neither surprised nor happy: "My house has not been built yet."

"..." Elder Jin, who was quite happy at first, froze for a few seconds: "What do you mean, little girl? Are you not happy to be a teacher?"

"No." Pan Di was clearly unhappy.

Elder Jin stared blankly for a few seconds, and his unhappiness only increased: "You little girl, you are really unpleasant."

"Old Jin, does your face hurt?" In the middle of the courtyard, a middle-aged man with an upright posture and an extremely proud posture joked.

Old Jin, who brought two old friends to see the young apprentice, had a painful face.

Unhappy, his sharp eyes looked like Pandi.

To Pan Di, there is nothing unusual about the unusually sharp gazes of others.

After all, this old man is the first person who can accommodate her everything except her elder sister.

Fierce, but it's just an appearance.

In his heart, he cared about her.

Everyone could only hear Pandi's words: "Master, this apprentice is very busy, you can take these two seniors to the senior brother's side first, turn around, and when there is room at home, this apprentice will come to pick you up again."

"You...you unfilial person chased me away!" Elder Jin was a little incredulous.

He rushed back in a hurry, but in the end, he was an unfilial disciple who was not happy at all, and even thought him a burden.

Pandi didn't think she was wrong: "There is no place for you to live here."

"Why is there no place?" Old man Jin felt stubborn: "Your family can rent two rooms here, why can't I?"

"It's not that it's impossible, but I'm afraid you won't be able to bear this kind of environment." Pandi still doesn't know how extravagant her master is.

However, her expression of seeing you as if you have not suffered, really made Mr. Jin depressed.

This is not the expression that an apprentice should have, it is clearly only when the parents look down on their filial son.

"Pfft~ Brother Jin, you are a good disciple."

In the yard, the beautiful woman who had no intention of standing up from the beginning to the end burst out laughing, her voice was clear and beautiful, but the meaning in her words was not very good.

This is Hong Guoguo's ridicule.

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