Liu Yimian smiled happily, and couldn't wait to take the bowl of milk tea.

The color of the milk tea was reddish and hot, and the smell of tea diluted the milk flavor, which made Liu Yimian feel comfortable.

He wanted to hold his nose and drink it again, but he was curious about what it tasted like. The first sip is a little cautious, take a small sip, taste it, and your eyes are bright.

The fishy smell is very light, more of the tea aroma and sweetness. The milky taste is well neutralized by the tea taste.

After drinking it, it turned out to be something like rice grains, bouncy, glutinous, and very chewy.

Liu Yimian looked at Ji Wei suspiciously: "Is it glutinous rice?"

Ji Wei praised his tongue @ 头灵, "It's not much fun to drink, it's better to chew a little bit."

"Go and ask the tired and thirsty guy outside to come in and have a drink."

As soon as he heard that he had something to eat and was tired for a long time outside, he immediately put down the things in his hand and lined up to get bowls.

Just the few bowls and chopsticks bought on the street before are absolutely not enough.

In addition to buying some more, Ji Wei also borrowed a lot from Aunt Zhou and other neighbors' houses, which was barely enough.

After everyone drank it, realized later that this thing was actually made of milk.

"This season, Wei Ke is so willing to cook a big pot directly. How much milk does it take?"

"No, the wages paid to us on weekdays are still high."

"I don't know if he is losing or earning, spending money faster than water!"

"Anyway, it's me, but I can't bear it, let's drink it first."

When you have something to eat, you can work harder.

To know how to buy employees, Ji Wei still sees this very clearly.

Today, was busy from morning to night, and at the back, even Ji Wei went into battle to help. The rest of the goat milk stock was disposed of, the wages were settled, and everyone took the money back to their homes.

The original plan was to eat casually, but there was really no food at home, so Aunt Zhou took it to their house.

Aunt Zhou has nothing else to do, she is responsible for taking care of the house. Zhao Hu was busy outside these days, so she bought a lot of good dishes to replenish his energy. It just so happened that said yesterday that today, after finishing all the work, she cooked six dishes, which was a good celebration.

After dinner, the five sat around a table and chatted.

"Dalang, I've heard people say it, how can you be so patient?" Aunt Zhou was really worried, as if she was the one who was robbed of business, not Ji Wei.

"You mean Baozi Xi Shi?"

"No, when you go out to buy food, you can always hear people talk about it." In addition, Aunt Zhou and Ji Wei got close, and there were those kindhearted people who urged Aunt Zhou to talk more.

"You young people are very open-minded, how do you know how important it is to have a craft. Maybe you can rely on it for a lifetime. Do you know Jiulixiang in North Street?"

Although Ji Wei is not very familiar with Nanbei Street, but he has brothers who are from there, and sometimes go to a restaurant together. Isn't this Jiulixiang a pub?

Of course he knew.

"Julixiang's shopkeeper can't do anything else, except that he is good at wine. If you want to talk about food, other restaurants are not better than his, why is his business better? It's not good for wine!"

Seeing that Ji Wei was not in a hurry, Aunt Zhou turned to attack Liu Yimian.

But what she said was useless.

After all, it was Ji Wei who made the decision in this family, and Liu Yimian completely believed in him.

"Don't worry, Aunt Zhou, I have the numbers. You know what I'm doing recently, right?"

"I know."

"I don't plan to do it again."

All the people on the table now looked at him.

He said this, but he was not prepared at all, not even Liu Yimian thought about it.

I made dozens of taels of silver by filling cakes, but if don't want it, don't want it?

This cookie seems to be making money, but the cost of spending is also scary.

Even Zhao Hu, who doesn't talk much like this, couldn't help but say, "I think you might as well think about it."

"I've thought about it. It's easy to make cakes, and everyone can learn it. There are no buns, and there are others. If my aunt likes it, I can teach you to sell it." After hearing Ji Wei's words, Aunt Zhou was stunned. . Not only Aunt Zhou, but also Zhao Hu, Zhao Dalong, and Liu Yimian were stunned.

"It's not difficult. I teach you, so don't be afraid that you won't be able to learn."

Although Aunt Zhou was a little moved, she restrained herself. She persuaded Ji Wei a few more words, but Ji Wei asked her with a smile, "If Aunt Zhou doesn't want to learn, I'll have to teach others."

"Will this technique bite people?" Zhao Dalong asked in disbelief.

"No craftsmanship, but people can." Ji Wei smiled and didn't explain the sentence, "I think I'm free now, why don't Aunt Zhou go to the kitchen with me, and I'll teach you. It's very simple, flour, Oil and eggs are basically enough."

Ji Wei stood up and took a few steps. Seeing that Aunt Zhou was still sitting on the spot and didn't move, he raised his eyebrows, "Why isn't Auntie here yet?"

"Hey, Dalang, think about it clearly." Aunt Zhou got up and followed Ji Wei, sighing and persuading.

But Ji Wei made up his mind, no one said it would be useless.

The two of them were in the kitchen, Ji Wei demonstrated it first, and Aunt Zhou followed it. There are deficiencies, Ji Wei points out, and then redo. After frying five cakes over and over again, finally did it in a good way.

"It looks good. If Auntie really intends to set up a stall, I can lend you the cart first." Ji Wei helped Aunt Zhou to think carefully, which made Aunt Zhou feel embarrassed.

When he came out with a plate filled with cakes, he was rare and silent, and he didn't talk about Ji Wei like he usually did.

"I'll go back with Mianmian first, and come back to me if anything happens." Ji Wei pulled Liu Yimian, who was still a little confused, and walked out the door quickly.

"Why do I feel that something is not right?" Zhao Hu muttered while touching the back of his head.

"It's not what you think, I think so too." Zhao Dalong took out a smoking gun, twisted the tobacco, and started smoking, but his expression was still thinking about something.