Song Shi is not a person who backs down easily. No one asked her to make pastries, so she went door to door to sell her own pastries. But she got a good reputation and was lucky. People closed the door after listening to her.

Well, as soon as she started, people closed the door, and she received a lot of rejections!

"Alas!" After being rejected for the twenty-eighth time, Song Shi squatted and sighed. It seems that it is not that easy to cook for others.

"Girl?" An old man came over, his hands behind his back, and he was well-dressed.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you?" Although Song Shi cheered himself up, he still shivered and was shocked.

"Girl, this is Mr. Guan. He has traveled all over the world in his life. There is no place in the world that he has not been to. Mr. Guan, tell me, do you give this to your children during the full moon?"

"This is called flower cake, and it existed as early as the Han Dynasty. "Meng Liang Lu" of the Song Dynasty recorded that people made flower cake on festive days." These were all taught to her by her grandmother in her previous life, and Song Shi knew them by heart.

"Han Dynasty? Song Dynasty? Girl, what are you talking about? Mr. Guan, please stop listening. She is making nonsense." The man pulled the old man named Mr. Guan away.

Only then did Song Shi remember that she had traveled to ancient times, but that didn't mean that this ancient time was the ancient times in history. She frowned, "I'm talking about people with the surname Gu and Han, and their names are Dai. In fact, the reason why I

I know how to make sweets. These two old gods told me in my dream."

"Immortal? Girl, you didn't tell me earlier!" When they heard that it was the pastry that the immortal taught Song Shi to make, several people immediately looked at Song Shi with awe.

Mr. Guan picked up the noodle tiger made by Song Shi and asked: "Girl, what is the color on this?"

"Vegetable juice can be eaten directly." Song Shi said hurriedly. She felt that the old man was interested in pastry, so she added, "If you ask me to make pastry, one...one hundred yuan will be enough."

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Song Shi learned her lesson. At the beginning, she scared people away by saying half a dozen. In order to get some customers, she decided to lower the price.

Mr. Guan touched his chin, looked at the mianhu and said, "Girl, come with me. My eldest grandson will grow a tail tomorrow. Come and make some mianhu."

"okay."

Song Shile Diandian followed Mr. Guan to a courtyard. The yard was not big. There was a six or seven-year-old boy hitting sparrows on the tree with a slingshot. When he saw Mr. Guan, he threw the slingshot and rushed over, "Grandpa, you buy

Have you got enough tigers to eat?”

Mr. Guan is a grandson slave. His grandson is named Yuanbao, and he wants to eat tigers. Mr. Guan goes out to find tigers that his grandson can eat.

Yuan Bao looked behind his grandfather, and there was a sister following him. His mouth was open enough to swallow a goose egg, "Grandpa, this sister's name is Tiger. You want to cook her for me?!"

You naughty kid, you’re not Tang Monk, so you can’t be eaten.

Mr. Guan shook his beard and said that Song Shi could make an edible tiger.

Yuan Bao circled around Song Shi twice, touching his chin and shaking his feet, "Grandpa, is she a liar?"

Calling herself a liar made Song Shi even more angry than calling herself a female bandit. She took out the pastry she had made, pointed at the noodle tiger among them, raised her chin and said, "Look, this is an edible tiger."

Yuan Bao jumped up like a monkey, grabbed it and ate it. After finishing it, he said with a flat mouth, "It's okay, but it's a little small. I want to eat the boss's tiger."

"How big is it?" As long as he has the dough, Song Shi can make a tiger as big or small as the child wants.

Yuan Bao made a big circle with his hands. Song Shi said she could make a tiger as big as that. Yuan Bao led Song Shi to the kitchen. They knew where the white noodles were. He pointed at the noodle vat and said, "Is it full? Is it enough? Not enough."

I asked my father to buy more."

Of course it is enough. This full vat of noodles is not enough to make ten big noodle tigers. Song Shi rolled up his sleeves and started to knead the noodles. Yuan Bao asked Song Shi to make one hundred and eighty noodles.

Song Shi pushed him out and said, "Call your grandpa. You kid, don't give directions here."

It would take her two or three days to make a faceless tiger as big as one hundred and eighty, and she would only earn a hundred cents, which was a real loss.

Yuan Bao puffed out his chest and said, "My master listens to me, so you just do as I say. If you do well, I will reward you!"

He took out a piece of silver from his pocket and put it in front of Song Shi in an arrogant manner. Thinking that the edible tiger hadn't been prepared yet, Yuanbao put the silver back into his pocket and said like a grown-up, "Do it well, it's done."

Once I am satisfied, the money is yours."

Song Shi pouted and started kneading the noodles to make the noodle tiger. It was not until the sun set in the afternoon that the noodle tiger was steamed and the color was good. During this period, Yuan Bao came in countless times and asked Song Shi if it was done.

"Are you okay?" Yuan Bao rushed in angrily again. If the tiger was not healed this time, he would drive them away.

Song Shi stepped aside, revealing the pastry behind her. In addition to face-faced tigers, she also made gourds and little swallows, both of which were cute and naive. But Yuanbao liked the two face-faced tigers and would not let go of them. He gave Song Shi his silver.

"The tiger is mine, and the silver is yours."

Song Shi came out, and Mr. Guan gave her another half a tael of silver, "Girl, take it, my grandson is happy, this half tael belongs to you."

Song Shi took out the silver Yuan Bao gave her and returned it to Master Guan, "Grandpa, this is what your grandson gave you. Give it back to you."

Yuan Bao was still a child, and Song Shi wouldn't want his money.

Master Guan gave the money to Song Shi again, saying that the money given by the Guan family would never be taken back. Song Shi insisted on not taking it back, "Grandpa, I don't deserve this money. I want what I deserve, but I can't get this money."

want."

Song Shi is very principled. She needs silver very much, but she won't take it when she shouldn't. Even if Master Guan only gives her a hundred coins and ingots of silver as promised, she will return it to Guan.

Damn it.

"You girl, you are so stupid. Let's do this. I'll let the carriage take you back to the village." Master Guan finally took back the money that Yuanbao gave to Song Shi. He saw that Song Shi really didn't want it.
Chapter completed!