Song Tan Jishi

Big Smart is stuck.

This proposition was obviously stuck in an endless loop, and it was difficult for him to think about it for a long time. In order to show brotherly loyalty, he had to endure not eating enough before!

However, Song Tan was still happy: "I know you are here to help Qiao Qiao, thank you so much! But you will know after you eat it, our products do not need to be promoted - come, let me see you What did you bring?”

The high school student sighed sadly.

Adults are like this. He understands that no matter what, they feel that their own things are as good as heaven and earth. Many companies are seeking death like this...

But what can he do to the stupid brother he just recognized?

At worst, please ask dad, if there are any unsalable items in their house next year, please help me get rid of them! I just asked Qiao Qiao. They came from a remote rural area and it was too hard.

And even though the two siblings are so good-looking, they still feel a little inferior to people in big cities. Otherwise, Qiao Qiao would not be allowed to wear designer shoes.

He also had a pair of those shoes, but they were no longer what he usually wore.

Unlike Qiao Qiao, she was reluctant to put on new shoes until she came to the imperial capital, probably because she was afraid of being looked down upon.

Ouch! This is not necessary! Anyone who looks down on others casually is not so rare that he looks down on him...

The little high school student's mind was racing with thoughts, and he had almost written three scripts about Long Aotian's slap in the face. At this moment, seeing Song Tan thinking about what to eat, he quickly cheered up:

"In the import and export fruit and vegetable exhibition area, they have rice, noodles and everything. If you want condiments, I can get them for you."

"And they are generally not popular brands in the market. They want to take this opportunity to retain old customers and spread the word of mouth."

He talked eloquently and seemed to understand quite well: "So, sister, don't even think about ordering takeout when you are here. Be thick-skinned and you can eat all you want from morning to night."

"Besides, we're not taking advantage here, we're just investigating the market, right?"

Song Tan was amused: "Listen to what you said about your family background... Okay, let me see how your market research goes. If it's good, I'll ask Qiao Qiao to pick a box of strawberries for you later."

"No need!" The little high school student said in a lazy tone, "It's very convenient for us to buy things in Qincheng. Strawberries are very expensive now. Sister, you can keep them and sell them locally."

He said, quickly touched his belly again, and then changed the topic:

"There is also rice, but the people there only let us taste two spoons and refused to give us an extra bowl. I tasted it and it was really good, but their rice is expensive, more than ten yuan a pound. Qiao Qiaofei said there is no Your own food is delicious, don’t let me ask for more.”

"There are quite a lot of noodles - you see, this is the wheat noodles from Yanshan District. They talked about it a lot and I didn't remember it. Anyway, this is the noodles that are particularly delicious when made into pancakes."

What they brought out was a stack of thin rolled dough cakes, some steamed and some baked. They were put in bags and suffocated until they softened.

"This is mung bean noodles. I think it's average. They gave me a small bowl."

"And this, this noodle is particularly delicious when used for steamed buns, and it's very soft..." the high school student explained, and Qiao Qiao took out the plastic bag from her arms.

The steamed bun maker didn’t know which district he was from, and he was very happy to give them to him. He gave him ten Dabai steamed buns. No wonder Qiao Qiao was so chubby under her down jacket.

Song Tan was surprised: "You asked for food, but you didn't expect to get so much back?"

The high school student rubbed his nose and felt a little embarrassed: "Actually, the traffic in the exhibition area where they sell staple food is a bit poor, no one bought it at all... I said I was hungry and wanted to eat one, and they packed three or four of them."

"But Qiaoqiao said that he and his sister were both hungry, so they packed a dozen of them at once..."

The little high school student sighed: "If nothing else, he is really generous. I think he is from the mountainous area. When I have nothing to do in the afternoon, I will buy a few packages and send them home."

"It's pretty good." The bag was opened and the steamed buns were still warm. Song Tan smelled the fragrance and nodded at this moment:

"This dish is really good. My family also needs it - Qiao Qiao, let's follow this this afternoon..."

"My name is Yang Zhengxin." The high school student answered immediately.

"Okay," Song Tan said obediently: "Let's buy 20 packs of each type of noodles with your friend Yang Zhengxin. Do you remember Master Li's license plate number and mobile phone number? Let them deliver it. By the way, leave your contact information."

The flour bags are small, 20 bags don't weigh much. At least with the support of the old Song family, they won't last long.

Maybe the pig-killing feast will be finished in one day.

"Ah?" Yang Zhengxin opened his mouth: "Four doesn't cost money? Why can't you two live a good life?"

Qiao Qiao thought for a while: "There are a lot of people eating in our family, and they are all very good at eating! I was going to buy flour. Those aunties are so good, I am willing to buy them."

That's true.

Yang Zhengxin didn't say anything. He had a sweet mouth and was small. When he was begging for food, he didn't even think about asking for a small bowl of rice, but the elder sister wouldn't give it to him.

Instead, the noodle seller greeted them, knowing that they were young, but still stuffed them... He said that there were several layers cooked in the steamer/grilling pot, and as a result, no one who came to the exhibition ate the staple food. There's no one here to ask, so I might as well give it to them.

Song Tan stared at the staple food, and then asked Qiao Qiao: "What should we eat for lunch?"

Qiaoqiao thought for a while and then counted the dishes on the stand——

"Cold cucumbers, stir-fried shredded radish, and making chili peppers, okay?"

He spoke so professionally that Yang Zhengxin was dumbfounded for a moment: "You still want to cook?"

He became anxious: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, I would go to the seasoning section and ask if I could borrow some soy sauce or vinegar..."

"No need!" Qiao Qiao laughed: "Our seventh cousin rarely uses seasonings when making stir-fry. What I make is also delicious. I'll give it to you to try later."

Of course, there is no steamer or anything like that here, so Qiao Qiao can only change some procedures——

Just as he was about to take action, he was stopped by Song Tan:

"Wait a minute, I think the judges are coming over later."

Well, there is an exhibition area in front, and a large group of people are surrounding it. They have obviously entered the tasting stage.

Qiaoqiao became excited: "Are we going to win a prize?"

Song Tan nodded: "Soon."

Yang Zhengxin:......

well! This new brother is good at everything, but he was taught to be too confident by his family.

He thought for a while, then quietly walked over and gave Qiao Qiao an elbow: "If the judges say something bad, you won't cry later, right?"

Qiao Qiao blinked blankly: "No! Our food is the most delicious!"

Yang Zhengxin looked at Song Tan who was quickly opening the plastic wrap on the lid, and sighed helplessly——

There were so many things that were turned out, from sweet potatoes to tomatoes to cucumbers and strawberries. It was obvious that this family grew a variety of things, and they didn’t understand the priorities.

"Okay! Anyway, if you cry, I won't laugh at you."

he said manly.

Okay, all 110,000 words of KPI in December were completed, and there are specific backend statistics. These two updates are from November!

happy New Year! I hope it can be updated at a fixed time in the future.

Good morning, everyone.