​Transmigrated into Ancient Times to Sell Desserts

"Brother Ji, did you really give that stinky tofu to her?" Liu Yimian followed behind Ji Wei, feeling a little reluctant.

"What? Want to eat?" Ji Wei glanced at him, with some teasing in his tone.

"No, I just think that stinky tofu can make a lot of money." Liu Yimian said dutifully.

"It's because I don't earn enough money that makes you think about this? It seems that I have to work harder to earn money, lest Mianmian keep worrying about the money in other people's pockets." The recipe was sent out, and it was Lin Sanjie's. , Ji Weida never thought of making money with stinky tofu from the very beginning.

He is a pastry chef in his old profession, and if he wants to open up the market, the money he earns is at least ten times that of stinky tofu.

"No, Brother Ji, you're laughing at me again." Hearing Ji Wei's laughter, Liu Yimian thumped Ji Wei's shoulder uncomfortably, telling him not to laugh.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh, there are some fried stinky tofu at home, if you want to eat it, I can make it for you."

"But didn't you just say..." Liu Yimian hesitated.

"Why can't you turn around the melon seeds with your head?" Ji Wei patted Liu Yimian's head, "You said you won't compete with her for business, but you didn't say you can't eat them at home."

"right……"

****

The stinky tofu is really special. Lin Sanjie’s stinky tofu stalls are placed on the street, and most of the street can smell this smell.

In the first two days of setting up a stall, the business was deserted.All relying on the foundation laid by Ji Wei that day, all the people who come to the door are repeat customers.

But after setting up the stall for a long time, there are gradually many new customers.

To say that the one who suffered the most was the vendor who set up a stall next to Lin Sanjie.

Everyone complained endlessly, but for the sake of Lin Sanjie being a poor widow, they had no choice but to endure it.

After smelling it a lot, I got used to it. Some people bought it and tasted it, and finally became obsessed with the smell and became a regular customer at Sanjie Lin's stall.

Stinky tofu became famous faster than pancakes.

In the beginning, it was Aunt Zhou's biscuit stall, leading her business.In a few days, the situation reversed, and stinky tofu led to the business of filling cake stalls.

When Aunt Zhou told the story after she went back, even Zhao Dalong was amazed.

"However, it's all thanks to Da Lang." There was a basket on the table, and Aunt Zhou went to pick it up and saw that there were many small red fruits in it.

"Where did this berry come from?"

"Picked from the mountain." Zhao Hu poked his head out from the inside and replied.

He didn't go up the mountain for many days, and when he didn't have any work in the morning, he carried a basket and went to the mountain. He walked deeper and deeper, and reached a place he had never been to before.

There were many red fruits growing on the tree, which tasted sweet and slightly sour, so Zhao Hu picked half of the basket.

"Did you send it to Da Lang's family?"

"Nope."

"Then I'll go and deliver it." Aunt Zhou divided half of the berries and packed them into Ji's house in a large bowl with a deep mouth.

Ji Wei has a large demand for milk, but goat milk is not endless.As his milk consumption is increasing day by day, the goat milk supply of Zhao Laizi's family is already showing signs of shortage.

For this, Ji Wei ran to Zhao Laizi's house on purpose.

There was only Liu Yimian at home, sitting by the window with a book in his hand, he vaguely heard someone knocking on the door, and when he opened it, he found out that it was Aunt Zhou.

"Is business good today?" Liu Yimian took Aunt Zhou's hand and happily walked into the house.Seeing the berries in her hand, she naturally took one to taste.

Although he lives under the same roof with Ji Wei every day, it is difficult for him to be so comfortable because of other distractions.It was only in front of Aunt Zhou that Liu Yimian had a bit of youthful spontaneity.

"That's right, with Sanniang selling stinky tofu next to me, there are a lot more people who come to buy pancakes." Aunt Zhou didn't pay attention to Liu Yimian's gloomy expression, and babbled about how the big guy ate stinky tofu Surprised reaction.

"I just said that this stinky tofu will definitely sell well. I didn't expect Dalang to give it to Sanniang." Aunt Zhou didn't expect Ji Wei's move at all.

She walked around the kitchen, the cold pot and the cold stove didn't look like they had cooked with a fire, so she asked Liu Yimian if she had eaten.

Liu Yimian was thinking about Lin Sanjie's stinky tofu stall, and was so preoccupied there that she didn't hear Aunt Zhou's words at all.

"Mianmian, have you eaten yet?" Aunt Zhou raised her voice and called out again, Liu Yimian responded gracefully, nodding and saying that she had eaten.

"What are you thinking? You didn't even hear me when I told you."

Liu Yimian was embarrassed to say, afraid that Aunt Zhou would think he was narrow-minded, so she shook her head and said it was fine.

"Is there something that even my aunt can't say? If I can't even say it, who else can say it? It's impossible for Dalang. Be careful to hold back your heart and get sick."

"...But I always feel that it's not good to say it."

"What's wrong? Who dares to say it's not good? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!" Aunt Zhou patted her chest@chest to assure, Liu Yimian hesitated, and nodded slightly.

He also wanted to talk to people a long time ago.

"Aunt, am I useless?"

Aunt Zhou was startled and asked him why he thought so.

"Lin Sanniang makes tofu and sells tofu, but I can't even lift a bucket of heavier water. Brother Ji is busy with business, and I can't help..."

What Liu Yimian wanted to say was interrupted by Aunt Zhou slapping him on the head, and the boss glared at him unhappily.

"Da Lang didn't let you help, but he wanted you to study hard and think less about it! If you can't even study well, you will fail Da Lang's heart."

"But I-"

Liu Yimian bit her lower lip, feeling uneasy in her heart.

"But what?"

Aunt Zhou saw Liu Yimian's hesitant to speak, and held his palm distressedly, her tone became a lot gentler, "Mianmian, Auntie thinks you seem to be afraid of something, I didn't ask you before, let me tell Aunt now, Maybe there's something I can do to help you."

Do you really want to say it?

Liu Yimian couldn't make up her mind.

But when he saw Aunt Zhou's concerned eyes, the word "no" got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.

After being so stiff for a long time, Liu Yimian finally bowed her head and compromised.

"Aunt, Brother Ji doesn't seem to mean that to me..."

"what?"

Liu Yimian's voice was too soft, even though the two were so close, Aunt Zhou still couldn't hear clearly.She picked her ears, and muttered that she was getting old and her ears were not working well, so she asked Liu Yimian to say it again.

When she understood what Liu Yimian said, she stood up abruptly, and widened her eyes in disbelief, "You mean you, you haven't..."

Liu Yimian turned her face away, hummed softly, but didn't speak.

"How can this work? How long have you been here? It must have been seven or eight months?" Aunt Zhou turned around anxiously, "Do you two usually sleep in the same bed?"

"It's one."

"You two sleep together! Dalang won't touch you?" Aunt Zhou was puzzled, shocked, and sat down on the stool again, taking Liu Yimian's hand and holding it in her.

She said seriously: "This won't work. If Da Lang doesn't take the initiative, you have to take the initiative. Otherwise, you will be covered with quilts and sleep until the year of the monkey to have a baby?"

Liu Yimian clenched her fist uncomfortably, then let it go, not daring to answer Aunt Zhou's words.

"Speak up!" Aunt Zhou pinched Liu Yimian's cheek lightly, seeing that he was blushing unreasonably, it was extremely funny, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, marry and have children, you are a brother, there will always be a day like this. "

"If Brother Ji doesn't mean that, what should I do?" Liu Yimian's feverish head quickly calmed down when he thought of being rejected by Ji Wei.

If Brother Ji refuses, will he still have the face to face him?

Liu Yimian looked at Aunt Zhou begging for help, hoping that she could tell him the answer.

"Mianmian, what's in your little head?" Aunt Zhou shook her head with a smile, "You still haven't grown up."

Until Aunt Zhou was sent away, Liu Yimian was still thinking about the words Aunt Zhou said before she left.

"You take the initiative, Da Lang will definitely not be able to bear it."

initiative……

How to take the initiative?

Liu Yimian racked her brains, but couldn't figure it out.

Coming back from Zhao Laizi's house, Ji Wei was not in a good mood either.

The goat milk was not enough, so I found out after asking. During these days, whenever the villagers came to Zhao Laizi's house, they saw a lot of milk that had been squeezed and hadn't been sent out, so they couldn't help changing more, and they became more diligent even when they came to the door. It is fully twice the weight of the past.

Ji Wei was annoyed after hearing too much, and warned him to give less in the future.

Knowing what is good or bad, Zhao Laizi agreed to Ji Wei, kept him for a meal, and then let him back.

***

When Ji Wei got home, he found that the door was not closed, obviously someone had been there.

In the kitchen, Liu Yimian propped her chin with both hands, raised her head to look at the cracked wall, her mind was full of messy thoughts.

Hearing Ji Wei's voice at first, Liu Yimian jumped three feet from the stool in fright, startled Ji Wei, somewhat inexplicably.

"You look so out of your mind, what's wrong?" Ji Wei picked up the berries in the bowl.

The ones that have just been washed are still stained with water droplets, and they look very red and sweet.

He randomly picked one and threw it into his mouth, hooked out a stool with his feet, and sat down beside Liu Yimian, waiting for his reply.

"Ah, no, I didn't think about anything." Liu Yimian had a ghost in his heart, he didn't dare to look at Ji Wei, he only glanced at him quickly, and then looked away.

"I'm going to get some water."

Liu Yimian got up so fast that she almost tripped over the stool.Fortunately, Ji Wei pulled him carefully so that he didn't fall.

"Damn it?"

Liu Yimian let out a cry, pushed away Ji Wei's arm that was holding his waist, and ran out in a hurry, for fear that Ji Wei would find something strange.

But he didn't know that his thoughts were always written on his face, and since Ji Weiwei entered the door, he had already noticed something wrong.

At this moment, she was just waiting for him to speak first.

After a while, Liu Yimian came in with a basin of water.

A towel was put on the basin, and he wrung it through the water.

Ji Wei stretched out his hand to wait for the towel, but he didn't wait for a long time. He turned his face to speak, but Liu Yimian had already held the towel and gently covered his face.

"Huh? Mianmian, I'll do it." Ji Wei's face was covered, and his voice was weak.

He subconsciously touched the towel, but he didn't touch it for a while, the tentacles were smooth and cool, it was Liu Yimian's hand.

If it was in the past, Liu Yimian would definitely hold back.

But today, it was uncharacteristically.

Ji Wei felt something was wrong, but his intuition told him not to speak, and waited for Liu Yimian to speak first.

In silence, Liu Yimian let Ji Wei cover his hand, slowly and meticulously wiping Ji Wei's sweaty face.

As if it was his own face.

After finishing face, Liu Yimian took back the towel and wrung out the water.

Ji Wei looked at his profile, and there was an inexplicable atmosphere lingering between the two of them at this moment, no matter how slow Ji Wei was, he still felt something was wrong.

His heart was beating fast, but he didn't dare to speak.

Liu Yimian changed the water and continued to wipe Ji Wei's neck.

For some reason, Ji Wei straightened her back subconsciously, her eyes stared ahead, but she aimed at Liu Yimian from the corner of her eye.

He wondered if there was something big going on.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yimian opened his mouth, and Ji Wei subconsciously grabbed his wrist that was hanging on his waist.

"Brother Ji."

"……Um?"

"I've been here for eight months."

"Seems to be."

"When will you marry me?"

For the last sentence, Liu Yimian bent slightly, and leaned into Ji Wei's ear, speaking softly and carefully.

It was like rubbing hands together, exhausting all his courage.

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