Zongman: Randomly set up a stall with Binchotan charcoal

A meal,

ended with little Binchotan crying and laughing,

The little girl also rushed to wash the dishes, Xia Tian nodded and let her.

After washing the dishes, little Binchotan came to Xia Tian's room. As soon as he stepped out of the room, little Binchotan turned around obediently, looked at the empty cabin and said habitually:

"I'm going out~~"

(Mother-in-law, I'm going to work. Today I'm a very good boss brother.)

When little Binchotan walked back to Xia Tian,

Xia Tian had already launched his three cars, and the signs on the cars automatically changed to Dimension Shaomai.

"Tan Tan, you do this, we start work."

Xia Tian carried little Binchotan to the passenger seat. He found that the little guy was very light, lighter than some three-year-old children, and couldn't help but feel distressed again.

"Yeah."

Sitting on the tricycle, little Binchotan's watery eyes were full of curiosity. ?

She had seen three tricycles in the town of Mistanil, but it was her first time to ride one.

Things in the city were both familiar and unfamiliar to little Binchotan. There were some similar things in the town, but the prosperity was far from that of the city. ?

Living in a small town was already tiring, and living in a big city should be even more tiring, but thinking of being able to eat three meals a day, her little face was full of determination.

I must help my brother work more and be worthy of my three meals a day, she thought with full energy.

It was the time for going to work and school. There were groups of students in front of the school. Their youthful appearance made Xiatian miss it.

But they were not Xiatian's target group. These students usually had breakfast at home. Only office workers had no time to eat at home.

This school is very big, and there should be many teachers who are office workers. Xia Tian thinks that selling 200 shaomai a day should be no problem.

I asked the uncle who was selling ice milk next to me, and he said that there was no one next to him to set up a stall. Xia Tian started to work without saying anything.

Unfold the tricycle, stack the shaomai one by one.

Add water, light the fire, and start steaming.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Little Binchotantan couldn't help with these jobs, and was at a loss, almost crying in anxiety.

"Tantantan, help put the folding chairs in place, you watch here, and wait until the shaomai are steamed, and then greet the guests."

Hearing that there was work to do, little Binchotantan smiled and nodded obediently, "Okay~"

Little Binchotantan couldn't stay idle. Sitting on the chair, she looked at the steamer for a while, and then looked at the crowd, with her little feet shaking.

The uncle who sells milk next door came over to talk to him after he saw that he had finished his work.

"Is she your daughter? She's so cute!"?

"No, she's my sister."?

"Is the age difference so big?" The uncle couldn't help but look at the little Binchotan. She was so cute that he couldn't help but want to take a closer look. ?

"No, uncle, what do you want to do?"

Xia Tian quickly pulled the little Binchotan behind him so that the uncle could not see it. ?

It was not Xia Tian who was alert, but this little girl expressed too much.

Seeing this, the uncle felt very wronged. He really had no bad intentions. He just thought the little girl was cute. He also had a daughter, okay?

The anxious uncle took out his mobile phone, "Look, young man, I have a wife and children. My wife is pregnant with the second child. I just want to ask your mother what food to eat when she gave birth to a little sister. I will follow the recipe to see if I can copy one."?

Xia Tian: "..."?

"Huh? This little sister is so cute!"

A young female teacher passing by stopped in front of the little Binchotan. ?

The female teacher had long black hair, a delicate face, and a professional shirt that made her look a little capable.

She is worthy of being a great teacher!

Xia Tian looked for the voice and recognized the female teacher at first sight. It was the cute Hiratsuka Shizuka who was called the great teacher.

Hiratsuka Shizuka squatted down and arranged little Binchotan's clothes.

This little sister is cute and pitiful.

Men are not good at taking care of children. The bows on her clothes are tied crookedly, and the little girl came out without shoes, and the boy didn't notice it.

Feeling Hiratsuka Shizuka's kindness, little Binchotan stood still obediently, showing a big smile, and did not forget to entertain warmly:

"Sister is also very beautiful, sister, do you want to buy steamed buns?"?

This smile made Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart melt! ?

"She looks even cuter when she smiles. She is just like an angel!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka helped her tie the bow and complained to Xia Tian, ​​"As a brother, no matter how anxious you are to go out, you must not forget to put shoes on your sister. Fortunately, it is spring and not cold, otherwise her little feet will be frozen."??

After that, she sighed. Every family has its own problems. This man must be forced to set up a stall with such a young sister.

As a person who has difficulty getting up, she naturally has no time to eat breakfast at home. She originally wanted to buy a bread sandwich or something to eat a few bites, but seeing this situation, she wanted to support the boss.

Although she is a moonlighter, it's just a steamed bun. How expensive can it be?

"Boss, how much is the steamed bun? Give me two."

Hiratsuka Shizuka said without hesitation, stood up and took out her wallet, ready to pay.

"Five hundred Dan each."

"......"

How much? 500 Dan for a steamed bun?

Hiratsuka Shizuka was silent. For a moment, she thought she had heard wrong. When she saw the price list next to the sign, she was speechless.

Although money is becoming more and more scarce now, it is really a bit unfair to sell a steamed bun for 500 Dan.

The little Binchotan next to him was also shocked. Are the prices in big cities so expensive?

Xia Tian was helpless. The ingredients bought from the system mall are of good quality, which also means high cost. The flour is the first generation of natural perfect hybrid white wheat flour, and the salt is Himalayan salt.

Selling a siomai only earns 100 dan, which is already a very small profit. He has to make a living, and if the price is any lower, the system will judge it as cheating.

These summers can't be explained. I guess the time is about right, so I quietly opened the steamer.

In an instant, the aroma of siomai rushed straight into my mouth and nose.

The perfect fusion of flour and fillings interweaves into a delicious melody.

This rich aroma seems to have magic,

Attracting every student who walks into the school gate and pedestrians who pass by to work not far away. Everyone stopped at the same time, stopped and looked around, trying to find the direction of the fragrance, wanting to find out.

This fragrance is better than a thousand words. Hiratsuka Shizuka silently took out 500 dan,

"One, thank you."

It's really fragrant, and it's really poor.