Pampered Pastoral: Orion’s Delicious Little Lady

But this younger sister doesn’t want to ride in a bullock cart...

Lu Shuisheng thought to himself that he couldn't force others to ride in his car.

What's more, the younger brother and sister are pushing a strange thing, and his little old bullock cart can't fit it.

Had to give up.

When Lu Shuisheng passed by Song Lihua, he simply said hello and then drove the bullock cart forward.

"Hey, hey, what was that Song Lihua pushing just now?"

"I heard from people in the village yesterday that she was going to the town to do some business. A few of them even made a bet on how long her business could last!"

"Tsk, doing business? Is there anything wrong with her mind?"

"I just saw that her wooden thing had a small flag hanging on it. I couldn't tell what it was embroidered on, but it looked pretty good."

"..."

There are as many people as ever in Qinghe Town, and the return rate of Song Lihua’s trolley is almost 100%. Everyone has to look back a few times when they see it.

I have no idea what this is.

There is also a small flag stuck on the wood. What is the thing embroidered on it?

Never seen it at all.

The drama of fighting for parking spaces at the entrance of Qinghe Town was temporarily stopped because of this trolley. At this moment, it didn't matter whether the young man from Ma Tou Village got a wife or not.

Song Lihua pushed the cart around and successfully became the coolest kid in Qinghe Town, attracting most people's attention.

She found a place with a decent amount of traffic and parked the cart. She took out the small stove from the cart and started to light a charcoal fire in front of everyone.

Song Lihua looked relaxed and relaxed, and the word "comfortable" seemed to be written on her every move. She didn't look like she was doing business at all, but more like she was here for a spring outing.

After the charcoal fire was burning, she took out the custom-made iron plate and placed it on the small stove. The stove and iron plate are a set, and the iron plate fits perfectly on the stove. The pattern on it is also what Song Lihua requested.

It is enough to see the exquisite craftsmanship of the blacksmith.

It was an ordinary morning on an ordinary day. Song Lihua, an unemployed vagrant, pushed a customized trolley from Lujiacun to Qinghe Town. About an hour later, Song Lihua arrived at Qinghe Town. She found a place to park the car and took out various tools from the car.

At midnight, Song Lihua's stall was finally set up.

However, Song Lihua never expected that she would not have a single guest after making such sufficient preparations? ? ?

From Chen time to noon time, firewood was added one after another, but no guests were waiting, not even those who came to inquire.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the temperature was getting higher and higher. Song Lihua wiped the sweat from her forehead again and again.

Noon is around [-] to [-] o'clock at noon. At this time, it is already dinner time. The surrounding stalls are full of customers, but her place is empty.

From time to time, there will be vendors selling in the streets and alleys, selling thin-skinned and juicy pears, sweet candied haws, and crunchy sesame cakes.

Song Lihua once thought it was because she didn't yell.

So, she put her hands to her mouth and started shouting vigorously: "We are selling burgers! The bread is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and the patties are tender and juicy. Come and have a look! You can't buy it for eight cents and you won't be fooled! Miss this! There is no such store in the village! Don’t wander around, wandering is a waste of time!”