Chapter 1001: People Are Lively

What doesn't Old Zhu eat?

He immediately opened his mouth: "Eat, eat, eat! This is delicious! Buy two more jin——I'll treat you!"

Saying that, he urged Xiao Du: "You come, you pay."

Then he discussed with others: "Dozens of years ago, I went to a town. It was hot, the fan in the shop blew me dizzy, the state-run hotel had no ingredients, and they served us a bowl of tomato dough twist soup!"

It was a meal, a dish, and a soup. I didn't have an appetite, but I was really hungry! As a result, I drank a bowl while sweating, and it was so satisfying!

Old Zhu is still reminiscing now!

However, they don't eat this deep-fried stuff on the mountain, everything is light and healthy... If you ask Old Zhu, what does this dough twist have to do with deep-frying after being boiled in water!

What can happen if you eat a little!

Old Yang also agrees very much!

Not to mention anything else, that old-fashioned spinach is really delicious!

The boss was stunned, and the boss's wife also happily leaned over: "Young man, are you not pressing rice stalks? That's too much——come, you take a bowl and fill two bowls out."

"Did you bring rice? If not, you can buy it here. There are also miscellaneous grains."

Seeing them chatting so enthusiastically, Secretary Xiao Zhu suspected that they were picky on the mountain, and their stomachs were uncomfortable today and they couldn't eat tomorrow... were all fake. They find everything rare when they come here!

And the machine was still roaring. The boss looked at the large group of people who came, and his eyes were smiling:

"Okay, you wait for me to finish pressing the two people in front, and then press all the rest for you! But let's say it first, if you feel there is too much while doing it, just say it, and then I will stop!"

"No, no, no!" Song Tan shook his head wildly: "We have many, many people in our family, and everyone can eat super well, so we must make this big bag!"

"Pressing rice stalks!"

He stammered for a long time, and finally asked: "Then how do you take them back?"

But, for dozens of people, the boss couldn't figure out how much rice can be pressed into rice stalks with a bag of dozens of jin of rice?

This point Xing Hui didn't know, but Song Tan was very clear——it was just a matter of spending some flour and sesame seeds. When she went home, not to mention Master Jiang, even Until Wu Lan could fry them until they were fragrant, crispy, and delicious!

The young couple waiting for rice stalks were chatting and laughing, and even shooting videos. In front of them was an opened small plastic bag, which was just about the same as the pile Qiaoqiao was holding.

When this was said, it was more effective than persuading anything.

"Besides, why is the boss like this? Business is at the door and you don't want to do it!"

Old Li directly turned his head: "Right, right, right, I'm old, eating snacks is not okay, only this kind of original flavor is good..."

It's not that I push this business, it's really too much! I'm panicked!

That point Xing Hui didn't know, but Song Tan was very clear.

Song Tan shook his head in disappointment: "But I want to eat it now..."

He counted silently: "Almost thirty people! And have to give to relatives!"

And Song Tan also went forward to practice his unskilled bargaining skills.

Song Tan put down the rice and pointed his hand into the surging crowd: "The car is parked over there, quite a few cars."

He was overjoyed, as if he had picked up money:

Speaking of this, fry some more at home, and you can eat them at the pig slaughtering banquet!

Old Wang was puzzled: "Do you still use this to cook? We all eat it directly, and can eat three or five handfuls at a time!"

Then he carried the bag and staggered up!

"Boiling soup is fresh and sweet, but it grows on the ground, the yield is not high and it doesn't look good, and it's not easy to buy now."

Accompanied by bursts of sound, white, long, soft rice stalks were squeezed out of the machine slowly and at a constant speed.

Xing Hui hurriedly praised him: "Good, good, good! Still our Xing Hui is amazing! How much money did you spend?"

The boss's rough palms reached out and gently twisted and pinched it, and it quickly broke, condensing into the thin, long white rice stalks in the memory in the air.

Sometimes, people have to be rough!

The little boy was worried in his heart——too much to eat! The rice is not enough! So rice stalks must be pressed more!

The little king was anxious and angry, looking at the sweet sugar corners, the whole person couldn't stand it!

And on the other side, Old Li, who had been looking around, asked: "This crispy leaf is very fragrant, buy some to taste!"

The boss's wife couldn't wait to scoop two roots for him, but heard Old Zhu also lean over: "Right, right, right, rice stalks are fragrant when there are many people!"

And Old Li was satisfied: "Right, right, right, the freshly fried ones are fragrant! Buy some sugar corners, haven't eaten them for many years..."

Song Tan was just about to answer, when he saw a sound similar to a tractor roaring from the front, and he was instantly excited:

This point Xing Hui didn't know, but Song Tan was very clear.

Song Tan thought about listening to their chat, they were all people who had suffered and been poor when they were young, and more people in the countryside ate this. As long as the gastrointestinal tract is still good, eating a little is fine!

That big round table for dinner last night couldn't even be squeezed! Everyone moved wide stools to sit! The huge turntable was usually stuffed against the warehouse wall. If there weren't so many people, it wouldn't be moved at all.

It really is the standard configuration for packing rice stalks.

Qiaoqiao also agreed: "Save some stomach, are you still eating pumpkin dried and sweet potato dried at night?"

There was also a small sugar jar on the side, surrounded by three or five people. The boss was a couple, chatting happily with people, obviously not worried about business.

At this moment, he raised his hand: "Brought, brought! It's here! Millet and corn grits are brought, mixed together to make."

Old Zhu and the others also hurriedly leaned over——drove so far, just to witness this scene in their memory!

Dough twists can be eaten, because no one has eaten this and had problems. Sugar dumplings are really not okay, too sweet, and now many elderly people have high blood sugar and are greedy, I have to watch them.

Qiaoqiao looked at it twice: "This is complicated! Take it home and let Master Jiang make it for you, freshly fried and freshly eaten!"

Boss: ……

It's all earning money, earning one person's money is so easy, the boss naturally didn't want to earn it! At this moment, seeing that they were determined to want so much, he had to grit his teeth:

And just then, Song Tan also came back with a large bag of dough twists.

The machine for pressing rice stalks is a black ball, with a shiny small funnel on top, placed on a treasure blue tricycle.

"Ah this……"

"This rice is so good, don't waste it!"

Everyone: ……

So he waved his hand: "Song Tan, buy ten jin."

"Sister! I bargained! Bargained for 15 yuan!"

Of course, the quality of the rice and miscellaneous grains he brought was quite special, and the rice stalks made were dry, crispy, and thin, without any taste.

"It's not lively to go back to our place, there are too many people."

It was a big bag, but it really didn't weigh much. The girl lifted it lightly with one hand, and it was light and airy when she went back.

Sigh!

That dough twist! What kind of attention can there be in this rural place, and how many times has that oil been fried until it's scorched yellow! Just looking at Brother Xiao Du's sweating appearance, do you dare to let him eat it! ===== CHAPTER 1002 =====