After binding the system, Mrs. Wei went down the mountain

Hearing this, Du Qilan quickly looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand and asked with some surprise:

"This elixir is for longevity?"

Mrs. Wei glanced at her.

"You're not that kid like Xiao Ou. I'm worried about your health, otherwise I wouldn't give you such a good thing?"

Although Mrs. Wei is greedy for money, she never tells lies.

Du Qilan quickly put away the medicine bottle, then looked at her with a flattering face and said:

"Oh, old sister, I am reluctant to give it up. I think that one is not suitable for you. Look at this mutton-fat white jade one, how beautiful it is!"

Mrs. Wei glanced at that one, took it directly, and stuffed it into her pocket.

Seeing Mrs. Wei walking up, Du Qilan behind her was still a little confused.

"Hey, that's not right. I said I exchanged that for you. Why did you take both of them?"

After Mrs. Wei took the things, she stuffed them directly into the space. These things looked good, but she was reluctant to charge them directly into the system.

After finishing her work, Mrs. Wei did not go home directly. Instead, she went to the fresh food supermarket with which she had a deal.

The number of people in the elderly care class is gradually increasing, and the amount of winter storage has also become larger. Starting from this year, Mrs. Wei does not plan to go to Beijing to provide food.

Furthermore, since Huang Le got married, the couple has expanded their business together. Even if there is enough food this year, the two Huang brothers and sisters may not have time to deliver food to themselves.

After the contract was terminated, Mrs. Wei went to Xiaorui's place again, left a few bottles of elixirs and left.

"Oh, it's true what you said about Sister Wei. She won't stay for a while and will leave."

Ma Wenlan stood at the door and watched Mrs. Wei's leaving figure, her eyes full of envy.

She missed her brothers and sisters in the nursing class a little.

Lin Rui looked at her mother-in-law's thoughts and asked:

"Mom, how about you go back and stay for two days?"

Ma Wenlan quickly said:

"I don't want to go back. It's so convenient here. You can buy whatever you want to eat. By the way, Xiaorui, Sister Wei brought you some chickens. I will find a place to raise them. Then we will eat freshly killed chickens. .”

Zhao family in Beijing.

Since returning from Dawangshan, the eldest son of the Zhao family, Zhao Yusheng, has been hiding in the kitchen.

"Mom, please advise me. I'm going to vomit after eating steamed buns!"

Zhao Lao Er has already gone back to training not long after he came back, and the third Zhao Lao will not start school for a few days.

Ding Kexin also held her stomach and sighed.

At this time, Zhao Yusheng brought out a drawer of steamed buns from the kitchen.

"Mom, little brother, come and try it. Does this taste right?"

Ding Kexin glanced at her eldest son. This was his son's career, and the mother had to support it.

Picked one up and tasted it.

Zhao Laosan just waved his hand.

"Brother, you can't eat this. If you eat any more, you'll really be exhausted!"

Mr. Zhao rolled his eyes at Mr. Zhao.

"Forget it, I'm not pointing it at you, Mom, how about it?"

"belch"

Ding Kexin hiccupped and shook her head.

Boss Zhao also picked up one and tasted it. The taste was indeed wrong. This bun could only be regarded as delicious, but it was far from as amazing as Mother Lin's.

"What exactly is the problem?"

"Brother, could it be that aunt gave you the formula?"

Zhao Laosan guessed:

"No, auntie made it in front of me, every step was correct, and I also followed these steps at the time. The taste is the same. Why does it taste wrong when I come back?"

"Is it a material problem?"

Ding Kexin suddenly said:

Boss Zhao suddenly looked at his mother.

"Oh, yes, I remembered. When I made this pork with green onions before, I remember that my aunt used frozen green onions."

Boss Zhao suddenly ran to the kitchen again and put the fine green onions he bought in the refrigerator.

In the evening, Boss Zhao took out the frozen green onions and started cooking.

The result was still a failure.

Using frozen scallions made the buns taste even worse.

Really unable to sleep at night, Mr. Zhao simply got dressed, took the car keys and left.

"Son, it's so late, what are you doing?"

Boss Zhao said without looking back:

"I'm going to Dawang Village."

In the morning, the Lin family just got up.

There was a knock on the door.

Lin Chen yawned and opened the door. When he saw the person coming was Boss Zhao, he didn't react for a while.

"Brother, why are you here so early?"

Knowing the cause and effect, the Lin family, especially Mother Lin, covered her mouth and laughed.

"You kid, you have some ideas. Our family grew the green onions ourselves. Those few were not placed properly and were frozen. Fresh green onions will taste better."

"But……"

When Boss Zhao told the story of how many days he had been making steamed buns, Mother Lin couldn't understand.

"Otherwise, will you try again?"

This time it tasted right.

Mother Lin held the bun and said doubtfully:

"Is this really weird? The steps are the same, how can the taste be wrong?"

Lin Chen had washed up and was about to go out to work when he heard two people muttering, so he said:

"Mom, can it be the same? We use our own green onions. What we grow here tastes many times better than what we grow outside. If you use Aunt Wei's green onions, it will definitely taste better."

Mother Lin patted her thigh.

"Yes, Xiao Sheng, we grow this ourselves. It is natural and pollution-free. It is definitely different from the ones you buy in the market. The taste is different."

Boss Zhao thought the same thing, but the green onions he bought were organic high-quality green onions, which cost more than 20 yuan per pound. Couldn't they be as good as those grown at home?

"Okay, then I understand, auntie."

Mr. Zhao came in a hurry and left in a hurry. When he left, Mother Lin brought some bundles of green onions.

"Take it back and try it again. I have grown a lot at home. Take back a few bundles."

I went back with the green onions. The taste was right this time. Boss Zhao's shop was also decorated. I also found a vegetable farm on the outskirts of Beijing. Everything was ready, just waiting for the steamed stuffed bun shop to open.

But the day before the food test, a problem occurred again.

"Boss, this taste is different from what you made before?"

Boss Zhao was stunned after taking a bite.

"What's going on!"

Zhao Yusheng felt like he was going to collapse.

After his mood stabilized, he went to the kitchen and checked the ingredients again and again, but there were no problems.

Seeing the boss come out with anger, the waiter said carefully:

"Boss, although it doesn't taste the same as yesterday, I think this tastes pretty good. It's the best bun I've ever tasted."

Zhao Yusheng took off his apron, looked at the waiters who were cleaning up, and said:

"Xiao Ding, please ask everyone to stop and postpone the opening for a few days."

After returning home at night, Zhao Yusheng was lying on the bed. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly laughed.

"The weather is finally warm. Lin Chen, get up quickly. It's almost five o'clock."

Mother Lin opened the door.

Zhao Yusheng stood outside with excitement on his face.

"Auntie, I'm here again!"

"What? You said you want to buy ingredients from me, the price will be calculated separately, and the share of the buns will still be ours?"

Zhao Yusheng nodded.

Last night, he finally figured out that it was not the green onions grown by farmers, but the green onions from Dawang Village. Only the green onions grown in the unique environment of Dawang Village would have that flavor.

Mother Lin is willing to do this, but their family doesn’t have that much!

"Xiao Sheng, my aunt can't help you with this matter. We don't have that many green onions at home. I brought some for you last time. I still have three or four bundles at home. If you want to eat it at home, I'll get you one. Two bundles are enough for one or two months, but if you are doing business, it won’t be enough for one day.”

Zhao Yusheng also encountered difficulties.

People who don’t grow vegetables really don’t have that many green onions.

Seeing Zhao Yusheng's haggard appearance, Mother Lin gave him an idea.

"Every household in our village doesn't save much green onions, just enough to eat. Go and see Aunt Wei. They grow vegetables, and maybe there are still some in the cellar."

Zhao Yusheng's eyes lit up.

Yes, and the vegetables at Aunt Wei’s place taste better, and the steamed buns may taste even better!

Zhao Yusheng took Mother Lin and went directly to Mrs. Wei.

After learning about the situation, Mrs. Wei thought for a while.

"There should be some green onions left. Qiangzi, go and see how many green onions are left?"

"understood."

After a while, Lin Tieqiang came back and gave a specific number.

"Mom, there are still 132 bundles."

Upon hearing this number, Zhao Yusheng finally smiled.

But then he had a new problem.

"These green onions are enough to last for two months, but..."