Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 812 The Master Opens His Mouth 1
[Body Provider: Qingyao (plane B56841)

Additional request: Let the old monk stop being such a holy father]

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Bai Ling looked at the bronze mirror, raised his hand to straighten the bun on the back of his head, and pinned a peach hairpin to it.

A little pink is dotted in the black hair, and a few strands of hair on both sides are untied, hanging from the temples, revealing a youthful and lively atmosphere.

The girl in the mirror is about sixteen or seventeen years old, she is at her most beautiful age, she is like a flower that has just bloomed, delicate but not afraid of wind and rain, just one glance from a distance can make people feel good about her.

She pursed her lips in the mirror and smiled, admiring the innocent and harmless appearance, then got up and walked through the small courtyard to the front gate, removed the support board behind the gate, and pushed half of the old door open. wooden door.

——The steamed stuffed bun is opened.

A few farmers were waiting at the door of the shop. They were carrying a bunch of farm tools. When they saw the door of the bun shop opened, they didn't rush in. They helped Bai Ling open the door on the other side, and then sat down nearby.

A few people put the copper plate on the table, stretched their necks and shouted to the backyard, "Miss Qing, it's still the same, three buns, help me wrap them up."

Several other people also said the amount they wanted.

Although the young proprietress has a good memory and can always remember exactly what they want, they are still willing to repeat it, so as to have a few words with her.

——Young and unmarried, well-behaved and good-looking girls with a small family background are always easy to make bachelors yearn for.

As soon as they finished speaking, someone in the small courtyard answered sweetly, and Bai Ling walked out with some difficulty carrying a cage drawer, put it on the table, and lifted the lid.

The aroma was overflowing, and a mouth-watering aroma permeated the hall. The eyes of the farmers finally moved away from the proprietress, and landed on the cage of fragrant and soft buns.

Jingweizhai is very famous in this county.

It opened a year ago, and since it opened, it only sells steamed buns, but no matter how long you eat them, you won't get tired of them.

——The skin is thin and the stuffing is rich, full of juice in one bite, but the price is not more expensive than other buns. Naturally, the business of Jingweizhai is getting more and more prosperous. Some people from neighboring cities even walk for a long time just to come to Jingweizhai to try it. Have a gourmet meal.

Whether it is the tender meat or the way of seasoning, Jingweizhai is unique in the world.

According to several veterans in the county who have seen the world, there is no shop that can match this kind of delicious stuffing in the metropolis, which is famous for its gourmet food.

Qingyao, who claims to be the No. 19 successor of Jingweizhai—now Bai Ling—raised her hand to let go of the heat above the steamer, reached for the mulberry paper next to her, wrapped the buns carefully, and handed them to the side to wait farmers.

Several people hurriedly took it and thanked them. Although they still wanted to stay in the store and continue to look at the proprietress, but their land hadn't been cleared yet, they had no choice but to put the buns in their arms regretfully, got up and walked out of the city.

One after another, other customers entered the store.

After Bai Ling finished selling buns on the first floor and opened the lower floor, a young man rushed in in a hurry.

Zhang Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were a little dark, obviously he didn't sleep well last night.

He forced a smile at Bai Ling, "I'm late, leave the rest to me."

Bai Ling glanced at him, nodded, moved out of the way, and turned to enter the backyard.

Zhang Xiao watched her leave, his eyes struggled a bit, until the next guest came in, he was awakened by the noise, turned around and packed the buns that the guest wanted, and handed them over.

(End of this chapter)