Causal lottery system

With kneading the remaining oil skin and pastry and adding a large pot of meat filling, Ding Lang set up the trolley at the gate of Capital University.

Right now, many people have come to buy breakfast. The best business is a steamed stuffed bun seller, and many people are queuing.

Ding Lang set up a sign that said "Su-style fresh meat mooncakes 3.5 yuan each", and the mooncakes that were being baked in the pot were almost ready. He opened the lid of the baking tray, and a scent wafted out immediately.

Su Yuan was waiting impatiently at the back of the steamed stuffed bun line. He saw a little brother who had never seen him set up a stall not far away, and looked at the signature "Su-style Fresh Meat Mooncake". He was immediately interested. up.

She is from City S, and she has been working hard in the capital for several years and has seldom returned home. When she saw the mooncakes in her hometown, she was a little ready to move. When she smelled the unique fragrance of fresh meat mooncakes, she instantly betrayed the owner of the steamed stuffed bun stall. Two steps to go to the fresh meat moon cake.

It is rare to see fresh meat mooncakes in the north. Su Yuan subconsciously regarded the young man who set up the stall as a fellow villager. Otherwise, who would have thought that fresh meat mooncakes are sold at the gate of the Capital University? Northerners have never heard of them. food?It is estimated that she was homesick after being drifted for too long, so she spoke in the dialect of her hometown: "Boss, give me four!"

Ding Lang was confused and looked at her suspiciously.

Although City S and City Y are both in the same province, there is still a big gap in dialect. Ding Lang can't understand Wu Nong's soft language.

Seeing that the other party was not from her hometown, Su Yuan was also a little disappointed. She guessed that the mooncakes would not be too authentic. She repeated it in Mandarin again. Now Ding Lang understood, and quickly put the four mooncakes into a brown paper bag with a clip and handed them over. to each other.

Su Yuan took out 20 yuan and handed it to him, then eagerly took a bite of the fresh meat mooncake just out of the pan.

She never thought that she could eat such authentic fresh meat mooncakes in the capital.

Compared with the fresh meat mooncakes sold by those famous pastry shops in S city, the mooncakes made by this young man who could not understand her native dialect were even more delicious. The moment the gravy overflowed, she felt happy.

She recalled the pastry shop in front of her hometown. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, there were many people queuing up to buy mooncakes, and they bought a few boxes.These mooncakes taste best when they are hot, and she can't help stuffing them into her mouth one after another.

It's a pity that when I went home last year, the store called Happy Bakery was closed, and the grandma who made delicious fresh meat mooncakes was no longer there.

Su Yuan is not usually an emotional person, but after taking a bite of the mooncake, he choked up.

"Ding! Influence others with food, character value +1!"

"Ding! The host completed the achievement [Progress! Cooking skills!] and got the reward [God of Cooking Kitchen Knife]. Do you want to take it out now?"

...of course it does.

After finding the money, Ding Lang looked up and found that the woman looked at the mooncake she had just eaten with a delicate expression, thinking that there was something wrong with her own mooncake, but the system reminded him to influence others with delicious food... It sounds so amazing Woolen cloth…

Su Yuan took the four mooncakes and left contentedly. She is a teacher in the English Department of Capital University, and she will have classes later.

The people queuing at the steamed stuffed bun stall saw someone buying that fresh meat mooncake, and then looked at the long queue on their side, and they became a little impatient, so they simply ran to buy mooncakes.

To be honest, fresh meat mooncakes are obviously more like big cakes than mooncakes—of course, mooncakes are a kind of cake.

Mooncakes eaten while they are hot, mooncakes with fresh meat... Many people have never heard of it. The first reaction when they see this sign is "How can I eat mooncakes with fresh meat?!" or "Huaza mooncakes need Eat it while it's hot, isn't this a pie!" Whether it was out of curiosity or doubt, there were always a few people who chose to try it.

They didn't buy four at once like Su Yuan did, they only bought one or two to taste first.

But after tasting the taste, they were astonished and immediately bought a few more.In this way, the mooncakes that were already ready in this wave were sold out.

The business here is so good, and the performance of the people who finished eating the mooncakes is so exaggerated, which naturally attracted the attention of people who didn't plan to come to buy it.

Ding Lang skillfully wrapped the mooncakes, and his handsome appearance also attracted the attention of many girls.

"Hey, this is not the one who won the second place in the swimming competition... from the computer department..." Zhao Rui squinted her eyes to enjoy the performance of the little moon cake prince, and then suddenly remembered the handsome boy from the computer department she saw at the sports meeting , arched and arched. The friend who lined up beside her motioned her to take a look, but the other party raised his head, but replied with some embarrassment: "Yeah, yes, a freshman in the Department of Computer Science... called Ding Lang, who has helped a lot in the Freshman Skills Competition before. "It turns out that Zhao Rui's friend is Sun Qinqin who failed to hook up with Ding Lang.

"Why don't we go buy it too? Anyway, class won't start until later!" Zhao Rui was a little moved. There were already many people around the mooncake stand waiting for a new pot of mooncakes, which probably tasted good.

But Sun Qinqin shook her head: "Farewell, there are too many people over there, and they are still ready-made. We don't know how long we have to line up. It's our turn here soon. Let's go buy it next time we have a chance!" In fact, she I'm just afraid of the embarrassment of meeting. After all, it hurts my self-esteem to be ignored and rejected when a senior sister takes the initiative to hook up with a junior.

Zhao Rui had no choice but to follow her in line at the steamed stuffed bun stall.

As soon as the new pot of moon cakes was put into the pot, Ding Lang continued to make moon cakes. Seeing that the sales volume is very good, it is estimated that the ingredients brought at this time are not enough to sell until noon.

After the pot was boiled, the thirty mooncakes were robbed again.

He himself didn't expect the business to be so good. It's only nine o'clock now. Although the breakfast is almost sold out, there are still many people who come to buy mooncakes intermittently. Among them, there are many people from S City who give a thumbs up after eating. Praise his mooncakes as authentic.Many people came for Ding Lang, a grass in the freshman, and wanted to tease this grass, but in the end they were captured by a grass.

Before ten o'clock, the materials brought with him were all used up. Ding Lang had earned more than 1000 yuan in total. After deducting the cost, he still had 500 yuan. Ding Lang hadn't realized that he could earn 500 yuan in one morning.

After all, there is a lot of traffic here. Many students come here to buy breakfast when they see a new stall here. Another, and most important, Ding Lang’s fresh meat mooncakes are delicious. Otherwise, customers who just painted it fresh to try it would not come back in line to buy it after finishing eating.

After apologetically telling a customer that there were no more mooncakes today, Ding Lang packed up his things and prepared to close the stall.He came to set up the stall this morning because he had no class, and he would not skip four classes in the afternoon.

As soon as he was pushing the trolley and was about to leave, he saw a fat figure running over from a distance, shouting as he ran, "That master! Don't! Don't accept the stall!" .

Ding Lang paused and put down the handle of the trolley.

The middle-aged man rushed to him panting, and started panting while holding the glass frame: "Emma, ​​my lungs are going to pop out from running - wait, I'll take a break first!"

Ding Lang explained: "Today's mooncakes are sold out, sorry."

Unexpectedly, the man waved his hand: "I don't want to buy mooncakes—Master, who wrote the words on your sign?"

what?

Ding Lang didn't expect that people didn't pay attention to his moon cakes, but his own writing.

The author has something to say: roll with all kinds of requests, group mua! (*╯3╰)