Although many people looked at him, Yuan Liang didn't notice. All his attention was on the half-rolled steamed buns in his hands. He tore them into pieces as he walked and put them into his mouth. As he ate, Yuan Liang sighed: "The steamed buns are so delicious?"

There are no classes this morning, so students can make their own arrangements. Those who are willing to go to the Alchemy Hall can go to the Alchemy Hall, those who are willing to endorse can go to endorse, and those who are willing to see medicinal plants can go see the medicinal plants.

With ninety-nine yuan, Yuan Liang went to the market outside to buy noodles and pickles.

Before buying these things, you must first say hello to the breakfast shop.

There is a small shop at the end of the long street, and there are only three tables in the shop. Yuan Liang walked up and down the long street twice to confirm that the business of this shop was not good enough, so he went to discuss business with a bald head and a smile on his face:

"boss."

"What to eat?" the fat boss asked roughly.

"Not eating."

"To entertain me? Let's play around."

"I want to borrow your kitchen."

"No borrowing."

"Here's ten dollars for you."

"Are you kidding me? Ten yuan?" The fat boss looked at Yuan Liang with a smile: "If you don't want to get beaten, get out of here."

"I'll help you clean up. Look here..."

Cleaning up? The fat boss looked at the corner of the wall and then inside the store: "Okay, ten yuan, and cleaning up, but you can't use my coal and firewood."

"Boss, are you kidding me?" Yuan Liang said, "It's very tiring to clean up."

"no."

"Goodbye." Yuan Liang went to the next store. He suddenly understood that it was enough to help clean up.

Boss Pan looked at the store, then at Yuan Liang who was walking further and further away, and hurriedly shouted: "Wait a moment."

Yuan Liang stopped and turned around.

The fat boss said: "I agree."

"I don't agree anymore."

Why does this guy speak in such a tone that he deserves a beating? The fat boss thought about it: "I don't want your money anymore."

"You don't want money, I want it."

"What?" the fat boss said angrily: "I'm telling you, don't go too far!"

Yuan Liang came back: "I want everything left over from your breakfast, including rice, noodles and vegetables."

"good."

"Is there any old rice noodles? I can't eat them anymore."

"have."

"Sell it to me cheaply."

"what are you up to?"

"I want to eat." Yuan Liang looked into the store: "I'll put it away while you look at it. I want everything you don't want."

"good."

The two agreed on the business deal, but since there were no customers anymore, Yuan Liang started to work.

Turn off the heat, move everything out of the room, and start cleaning from the back.

The walls were a little dirty. After Yuan Liang cleaned up the floor, he became more and more dissatisfied. He asked the fat boss: "Bring some white dust back and I'll help you clean it."

The fat boss was a little surprised and immediately replied: "Wait."

The fat boss ran to buy white ash, pulp and other things, and he went back as quickly as possible, but in just a short time, Yuan Liang even cleaned up the roof of the shed.

After mixing the mortar outside, the top students of Qingyun Martial Arts Academy repaired the dilapidated house...

The fat boss was a little surprised. What did this guy do? Why was he so skilled at work?

The more skilled ones were at the back. After the room was repainted, they asked the boss to buy varnish and paint the tables and chairs.

The work was very fast, and all the cleaning work was completed before noon. The next step was Yuan Liang's business.

Ninety-nine yuan can only buy ninety-nine steamed buns, which is inappropriate and not enough to eat.

The fat boss looked at the clean room, heard Yuan Liang's request, pointed to the rice noodles outside the room and said: "Use whatever you want, no money from you."

"Thank you!" After saying thank you, Yuan Liang started making steamed buns.

On the huge panel, balls of dough were quickly formed and fed into the cages one by one. Not long after, a sixteen-story cage appeared outside the breakfast shop.

It's already higher than the house, but Yuan Liang is still adding more...

The benefits of exercising for fifteen years are that my physical condition is very good and my jumping ability is amazing. When I go up, another layer will be added to the cage.

The fat boss was a little worried, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything. Anyway, it was Yuan Liang's business, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Yuan Liang is a disciple of the Shenmu Sect and has learned a lot about herbal medicine, which he naturally uses when making steamed buns.

He went to the drug store and bought six kinds of very cheap herbs, ground them into powder and mixed them into the flour. After steaming the steamed buns, each bun could help him recover his strength as quickly as possible.

The ratio of herbs to herbs, which one to add first and how much to add are all science.

It’s just that there are often medicinal meals and spiritual meals, but few people use herbs to steam steamed buns.

Not long after, the steam rose into the sky and floated on the long street. Many people came after smelling the smell and asked what the fat boss was?

The fat boss also found it strange. He steamed steamed buns every day and often added other things, such as jujubes and sugar. This was the first time he saw the addition of medicinal materials. What was even more strange was that the steamed buns turned out to be very fragrant after adding medicinal materials.

After a while, the steamed buns were ready, and the fat boss asked: "Do you want to borrow a ladder?"

The cage has reached twenty-four stories high, and the fat boss is worried that it will fall over.

Yuan Liang jumped up and took down the top six layers. The next step was simple. He took down several layers and placed them at the door of the store.

Opening the drawer, large steamed buns were revealed. I don’t know how they were made, but the scalp of the steamed buns was crystal clear, as if crystal powder had been added.

The fat boss picked one up, blew hot air on it, and took a bite...

After a while, he asked: "Can you teach me?"

Yuan Liang shook his head: "You can't learn."

"Can you learn it? I have been steaming steamed buns for twenty years, and you think I can't learn it?"

Yuan Liang raised his head and thought for a moment: "I thought about it, you really can't learn it."

"You don't want to teach, do you?" The fat boss' tone was not so good.

Yuan Liang didn't want to argue about this: "You can learn it, but you need to study pharmacy for three years first." The fat boss couldn't talk, Yuan Liang said again: "I am a student of the martial arts academy, and it took me more than ten years to learn this thing. If not, I wouldn't have learned it."

If I want money to eat, I will never run away from you, a steamed bun."

With this said, the fat boss felt that it was probably true.

If you open a shop on this street, you can see martial arts students every day, and there are all kinds of things. There are really no students who come to work here just to exchange some steamed buns.

The fat boss said nothing, Yuan Liang continued to steam the steamed buns, and saw that the three bags of old noodles were about to be used up.

The fat boss brought over a bag of new noodles: "I want half of this bag of noodles."

Yuan Liang thought for a moment: "No."

"I'll give you another bag of noodles."

"good."

Yuan Liang had been steaming steamed buns, and when it was time for lunch, someone came to buy steamed buns...

Yuan Liang said he would not sell it, but after this person left, the next person came to ask, one after another, like a solitaire.

The fat boss looked at the steamed buns everywhere and suggested in a low voice: "Sell them at a high price."

Yes, it’s making money anyway. Yuan Liang thought for a moment: “Eleven yuan each.”

Why eleven? But the fat boss didn’t ask. He found a sign and wrote the price: “Top-grade steamed buns, eleven yuan each.”

When they saw the price, the customers were in an uproar: "What a money grab! How about buying half a catty of meat?"

The fat boss thought for a moment and added two words between top and steamed buns: "top elixir steamed buns."

Yuan Liang turned around and glanced: "Dabu, Dabu steamed buns."

The fat boss followed his good will and continued to add words, so the words on the brand were, "Top elixir tonic steamed buns, eleven yuan each."

"Is it true?"

"What medicinal materials?"

"If I don't make it up, will the money be refunded?"

A guest asked a question.

Yuan Liang turned around and replied: "It's only eleven yuan in total. Will I cheat you for eleven yuan? You'll know if you buy one and try it."
To be continued...