Chen Shaofeng took the bag of sugar and returned to his private room.

These classmates saw that he did not hold the folding fan he was looking for.

Instead, I came back with a cloth bag, very curious.

"Hey, Chen Shaofeng, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Didn't you go find your own fan?"

"This cloth bag is just an ordinary cloth bag woven in thick vegetarian. What is it in it?"

Young Master Chen said proudly: "What do you know?"

"The more extraordinary the thing is, the more ordinary the instruments it contains."

He asked Mr. He: "Your sugar was given to Mr. Wu's house?"

Mr. He said, "Not bad."

"Isn't the largest grocery store in the city the one from Mr. Wu's house?"

"I have collected a lot of sugar from somewhere in his store recently."

"So I gave these sugars as gifts to many families."

"My father also got some he gave."

Mr. He’s father, He Xiucai, is a student in the county.

The status and status are not low.

He Xiucai is also the master of Wu Yuanwai's son.

Therefore, after Wu Yuanwai's store got Zhao Ce's sugar, he used this rare item to give gifts.

After saying that, Mr. He shouted again: "Why can't your cook come yet?"

"I want to eat the snacks he made with these sugars."

Chen Shaofeng, old and Chen are there, put the cloth bag in his hand on the table.

Then sit down.

"What good things can you make with that little sugar?"

"I'll treat you to you."

As he said that, he opened the cloth bag in his hand.

These classmates were all a little strange when they heard Chen Shaofeng's proud words.

After seeing a bag of white sugar in the cloth bag he opened.

Everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"Why do you have so much sugar?"

Mr. Chen said proudly: "That's natural."

"Who is my father? But Mr. Chen!"

"Please put away your sugar, and I will invite you today's pastry!"

Chen Shaofeng called his friend and asked him to take down the sugar and make some better snacks for the chef.

Others asked him curiously: "Where did you get so much sugar?"

"I haven't seen you hold it just now."

Mr. He also said: "Yes."

"When Mr. Wu gave this to our house, he also said that the sugar is rare."

"He took it back from his store, but it was not sold at all."

"I took it all to give gifts."

"Where did you get so much?"

Mr. Chen said proudly: "Of course it was collected by our restaurant."

A man asked curiously: "Who bought it from? Is there any?"

“I want to buy some back too.”

When Chen Shaofeng saw these people, he chased him and kept asking questions.

The vanity was also satisfied.

He said carelessly: "It's that..."

Halfway through, he suddenly remembered Zhao Wensheng's advice.

I said I hope I won't disclose the information of the supplier.

He cut off the topic and put on a mysterious and mysterious face.

"Of course I won't tell you."

When these people heard this, they said this.

Not saying it out yet.

Repeatedly asked questions.

Chen Shaofeng is just keeping his mouth shut.

"This is our business secret, how can you just say you know?"

Listening to the answer, the group of people looked at Mr. Chen and shrewd.

Mr. Chen looked at their frustrated faces proudly again.

I thought to myself: If you want to take this young master, you don’t have any door!

The people behind will be pointed out indirectly.

Sure enough, Chen Shaofeng didn't say it.

He has a straight mouth, but he doesn't have brains.

How could you tell others about your restaurant business casually?

......

On the other side.

Zhao Ce took the signed contract and silver and walked out of the restaurant.

I took a picture of this freshly released contract.

I couldn't help but feel in a good mood.

This way.

My livelihood during this period is definitely true.

Next, I just need to solve the problem of studying myself.

Then he can settle down temporarily.

I arrived at the house where I ordered the waliu.

Zhao Ce asked if the equipment he made was good.

The family said: "It happened to be delivered this morning."

"But only a few pieces of tiles are available, we are not responsible for delivering the goods."

"As I said last time, I can only take a cart to help you deliver this thing to the city gate."

"Then you look for a ox cart by yourself."

I had already agreed to the last time I delivered the order.

Zhao Ce naturally had no objection.

He nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll help you deliver it to the city gate."

The guy brought Zhao Ce's goods onto the cart and helped him to the city gate.

Along the way, I saw many scholars wearing long robes.

The academy has now ended.

Tomorrow is the time to rest.

Many people who live outside the city are rushing home today.

He pulled the goods to the city gate.

Fortunately, there is still an empty bull cart left.

Zhao Ce negotiated with the coachman about the price.
To be continued...