Song Tan Jishi

 Great wisdom is stuck.

This proposition was obviously stuck in an endless loop, and it was hard for him to think about it for a long time. In order to show brotherly loyalty, he had to endure not having enough food before!

However, Song Tan was still happy: "I know you are here to help Qiao Qiao, thank you so much! But you will know after you eat it, our products do not need to be promoted - come, let me see what you bring What?"

 The high school student sighed melancholy.

 The adult is like this, he understands, no matter what, he feels that his own things are as good as heaven and earth. Many companies are seeking death like this...

 But, what can I do about the stupid brother I just recognized?

 At worst, please ask Dad, if there are any unsalable things at home next year, please help me get rid of them! I just asked Qiao Qiao. They came from a remote rural area and it was too hard.

Moreover, even though the two siblings are so good-looking, they still feel a little inferior to people in big cities. Otherwise, Qiao Qiao would not be allowed to wear designer shoes.

He also has a pair of those shoes, but they are no longer what he normally wears.

Unlike Qiao Qiao, she was reluctant to put on new shoes until she came to the imperial capital, probably because she was afraid of being looked down upon.

　　嗐! This is not necessary! Anyone who looks down on others casually is not so rare that he looks down on...

With so many thoughts running through the minds of the high school students, they almost wrote three scripts of Long Aotian's slap in the face. At this moment, seeing Song Tan thinking about what to eat, he quickly cheered up:

“In this import and export fruit and vegetable exhibition area, they have rice, noodles and everything. If you want condiments, I can get them for you.”

“And they are generally not popular brands in the market. They want to take this opportunity to retain some old customers and spread the word.”

 He ​​talked eloquently and seemed to understand quite well: "So, sister, don't even think about ordering takeout when you are here. Be more shameless and you can eat all you want from morning to night."

“Besides, we are not taking advantage, we are investigating the market, right?”

Song Tan was amused: "Listen to what you said about your family background...Okay, let me see how your market research goes. If it's good, I'll ask Qiao Qiao to pick a box of strawberries for you later."

“No need!” The high school student said lazily, “It’s very convenient for us to buy things in Qincheng. Strawberries are very expensive now. Sister, please keep them and sell them locally.”

He said, quickly touched his belly again, and then changed the topic:

"There is also rice, but the people there only let us taste two spoons and refused to give us an extra bowl. I tasted it and it was really good, but their rice is expensive, more than ten yuan a pound. Qiao Qiaofei said there is no Your own food is delicious, don’t let me ask for more.”

“There are quite a lot of noodles - you see, this is wheat noodles from Yanshan District. They talked about it a lot but I didn’t remember it. Anyway, this is the noodles that are particularly delicious when making pancakes.”

What they brought out was a stack of thinly rolled dough cakes, some steamed and some baked. They were put in bags and suffocated until they became soft.

“This is mung bean noodles. I think it’s average. They gave me a small bowl.”

“And this, this noodle is particularly delicious when used for steamed buns, and it’s very soft...” the high school student explained, and Qiao Qiao took out the plastic bag from her arms.

I don’t know which district this steamed bun maker is from, so he gave them to me very cheerfully. He gave me ten big white steamed buns. No wonder Qiao Qiao was so fat under her down jacket.

Song Tan was surprised: "You asked for food, but you didn't expect to get so much back?"

The high school student rubbed his nose and felt a little embarrassed: "Actually, the traffic in the exhibition area where they sell staple food is a bit poor, no one bought it at all... I said I was hungry and wanted to eat one, and they packed three or four of them."

“But Qiaoqiao said that he and his sister were hungry, so they packed a dozen of them at one go..."

The high school student sighed: "If nothing else, he is really generous. I think he is from a mountainous area. When I have nothing to do in the afternoon, I will buy a few packages and send them home."

 “It’s pretty good.” The bag was opened and the steamed buns were still warm. Song Tan smelled the fragrance and nodded at this moment:

“This dish is really good, and my family needs it too—Qiaoqiao, let’s follow this this afternoon…”

 “My name is Yang Zhengxin.” The high school student answered immediately.

"Okay," Song Tan followed suit: "Let's go with your friend Yang Zhengxin and buy 20 packs of each type of noodles. Do you remember Master Li's license plate number and mobile phone number? Ask them to send it over. And leave your contact information by the way."    Flour The bag is small, 20 bags don't weigh much. At least with the support of the old Song family, it won't last long.

 Maybe the pig-killing feast will be finished in one day.

"Huh?" Yang Zhengxin opened his mouth: "Four doesn't cost money? Why can't you two make a living?"

Qiao Qiao thought for a while: "There are a lot of people eating in our family, and they are all very good at eating! I was going to buy flour. Those aunties are good, I am willing to buy them."

 This is true.

Yang Zhengxin didn't say anything. He had a sweet mouth and was small. When he was begging for food, he didn't even think about asking for a small bowl of rice, but the elder sister wouldn't give it to him.

Instead, the noodle seller greeted them, knowing that they were young, but he still stuffed them... He said that they had cooked several layers in the steamer/grilling pot, and as a result, no one who came to the exhibition ate the staple food. There's no one here to ask, so I might as well give it to them.

Song Tan stared at the staple food, and then asked Qiao Qiao: "What should we eat for lunch?"

Qiaoqiao thought for a while and then counted the dishes on the stand—

 “Cold cucumbers, stir-fried shredded radish, and making chili peppers, okay?”

He spoke so professionally that Yang Zhengxin was dumbfounded for a moment: "You still want to cook?"

He became anxious: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, I would go to the seasoning area and ask if I could borrow some soy sauce or vinegar..."

"No need!" Qiao Qiao laughed: "Our seventh cousin rarely uses seasonings when making stir-fry. What I make is also delicious. I'll give it to you to try later."

Of course, there is no steamer or anything like that here, so Qiao Qiao has to change several procedures -

Just as he was about to take action, Song Tan stopped him:

 “Wait a minute, I think the judges are coming soon.”

Well, there is an exhibition area across the front, and a large group of people are surrounding it. They have obviously entered the tasting stage.

Jojo became excited: "Are we going to win a prize?"

Song Tan nodded: "Soon."

Yang Zhengxin:…

well! This new brother is good at everything, but he was taught to be too confident by his family.

He thought for a while, then quietly walked over and gave Qiaoqiao a blow with his elbow: "If the judges say something bad, you won't cry later, right?"

Qiaoqiao blinked blankly: "No! Our food is the most delicious!"

Yang Zhengxin looked at Song Tan who was quickly opening the plastic wrap on the lid, and sighed helplessly—

There are so many things that were turned out, from sweet potatoes to tomatoes to cucumbers and strawberries. It is obvious that this family grows a variety of things, and they don’t understand the priorities.

 “Okay! Anyway, if you cry, I won’t laugh at you.”

 He said manly.

 Okay, all 110,000 words of KPI in December were completed, and there are specific backend statistics. These two updates are from November!

happy New Year! I hope it can be updated at a fixed time in the future.

 Good morning, everyone.