The heroine of Kuai Chuan Zhi's family only farms

Chapter 292 [291] Delicious Fisherman 142 (5 more)
The shopkeeper's expression became brilliant in an instant, first he was shocked, then he felt wronged, and finally he sat on the ground crying with tears in his eyes.

"My lord, you don't know how treacherous that girl is. At the beginning, she said that the old slave's shop is so cheap, there must be something wrong, and she also said that something is wrong and unreasonable. The old slave watched her leave, I thought that this task could not be completed, and I was afraid that I would not be able to explain it to you, so I lowered the price by 1000 taels, thinking that if she still doesn’t want this price, then the old slave has tried his best, how can I think of it? This girl is not stupid, the old slave looked, she was waiting for this sentence, because the old slave just finished saying this, she turned her head and slapped 2000 taels on the table, and urged the old slave to transfer ownership, you Say this, this...,"

After hearing this, Yan Qing smiled and said, "So? Are you going to let me pay for the price difference of 1000 taels?"

Although the shopkeeper didn't speak, his eyes betrayed him, and he even complained aggrievedly.

"The business of our gold shop is so good. There is an endless stream of people who come to make jewelry. If you say you want to move such a good shop, you can move it. If you move it, you can move it. You can sell it at a low price. The heart of this old slave It’s all bleeding, now our shop is moving from Chang’an Avenue to Changfu Street, this business is doomed to plummet, Lord, do you know what that girl is doing with our shop’s good decoration?”

Yan Qing was already rubbing his temples and started to get impatient, when he heard this, he immediately turned his head: "Are you opening a restaurant?"

The shopkeeper laughed at himself, "Hehe, it would be great if he opened a restaurant. They open a noodle restaurant, a noodle restaurant, a fly restaurant like a small workshop. Tell me, isn't this an overkill? She actually sells noodles in such a good location? Who owns a shop on this street, who is not rich or powerful? She is lucky, and she went to sell pasta that ordinary people eat, isn't this a waste of my good intentions?"

Unexpectedly, when Yan Qing heard that he opened a noodle restaurant, there seemed to be little flames dancing in his eyes.

"No matter what kind of restaurant she opens, as long as she has a place to eat, don't underestimate this girl's ability to cook. Believe it or not, even if she sells the cheapest noodles, she can also sell noodles on this street. unique."

How does the shopkeeper know the fate between Yanqing and Xiaoyu? He just thinks that his father is used to seeing these Yingying Yanyans in the capital, and wants to find a peasant girl for a change. She is just a small peasant girl. It is really rare for my grandfather to invest so much energy and financial resources.

The shopkeeper was speechless, he somehow felt that his father was a bit mad, and thought it would be better to leave as soon as possible, so as to save him from remembering the 1000 taels of silver.

As a result, the imagination was beautiful, but the reality was very skinny, because he had just bowed and retreated, and before he reached the door, he heard Yan Qing muttering something.

"The 1000 taels will be deducted from your monthly money, and you still want to take advantage of the task before you complete it? You said three thousand, and you change it to two thousand, are you embarrassed?"

The shopkeeper staggered and fell straight down. Yan Qing didn't care how he was howling, just rubbed his ears and walked to the backyard.

On the other hand, Xiao Yu bought a shop, and drove the carriage to the suburbs in a good mood, thinking about what to name his shop while walking.

Once the shop is established, the next step is to make signs. After the signs are completed, buy some tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans, and then you can make noodles.

Well, since we are making noodles, we have to make local specialties...

(End of this chapter)