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"Hu cakes, mutton soaked in Hu cakes!" A voice that was not very pure in Chinese sounded. Chen Wanrong looked for his voice and found that he had unknowingly arrived in front of the Hu Renguan.
A tall-nosed, blue-eyed, curly-haired Hu man with a beard stood behind the stove, kneading dough. While kneading, he shouted in impure Chinese: "Hu cakes, mutton soaked in dough." Hu cake!"
There are a dozen biscuits that are thin in the middle and thick on the edges on the stove. A burst of aroma wafts from them, which is very tempting.
His stomach rumbled, and Chen Wanrong looked up. The sun was in the sky. He had been spending a lot of time with Zhang Deming. It was already midday, and it was time for lunch: "Zairong, let's go. Let¡¯s eat mutton puff pastry.¡±
Chen Zairong was originally following Chen Wanrong. When he heard this, he swayed and stopped in front of Chen Wanrong: "Brother, let's buy it quickly and go home to eat. Mutton soaked biscuits are very expensive, a bowl costs three pennies." , half a catty more money for meat.¡±
Thrift is Chen Zairong's character. Otherwise, the pocket money of 100 cents given to him every time he goes to the academy will not be enough. He usually does not spend money except for eating, unless it is absolutely necessary. So with 100 cents There is still money left. A bowl of mutton soaked biscuits costs three cents, which is very expensive for a poor boy like Chen Zairong.
"It's more expensive. You got a good sword today, so let me congratulate you. I still have money here. Don't save money for me. Eat as much as you want." Chen Wanrong is also poor. Born, I understand his thoughts very well. However, Chen Wanrong is full of confidence in the future. He will make back the money he spent, and there is no need to go hungry just to save three pennies.
Chen Zai Rong is a good swordsman. The words came to his heart and he was very happy. He hesitated and asked: "What if dad asks about it?"
As the head of an extremely poor family, Chen Laoshi has been running the family for decades and knows how hard it is to make money. A bowl of mutton soaked biscuits costs three cash, and two people cost six cash. It is a big sum. You know this? She will definitely feel distressed and may even beat her chest. Chen Zairong cannot ignore it.
"If dad asks, just tell the truth. There is no need to lie to dad." Chen Wanrong has been poor, miserable, and rich. He knows that a person's life may not be rich or poor, so he has no intention of hiding it from Chen Laoshi. .
Chen Zairong thought for a moment and then said: "Brother, if dad scolds people, just say it was my idea. I got the sword today, and I was so happy that I asked for a treat."
"He is taking the responsibility on himself. Chen Wanrong thought to himself that you are looking down on me too much. I don't dare to speak big words, but I dare to take responsibility. I still have this manly spirit, so I won't let you take the blame." However, he took advantage of his protective feelings and said, "Let's talk about it then. Let's go have a meal."
Chen Zairong grunted, moved out of the way, and the two brothers walked side by side towards the barbarian hall. The man kneading the dough had a smile on his face, stretched out his right hand towards the room, bowed slightly, and greeted the guests with great enthusiasm: "Sir, please come inside!"
Chen Wanrong has visited foreign restaurants. The waiters said welcome words like "Welcome" as if they were old monks reciting sutras. They meant what they said but didn't mean it. Even when they played it from the radio, it was more beautiful than what they said. How could this nonsense say it like that? Passionate, as pious as a believer facing God, making people feel comfortable listening to it.
"Thank you!" Chen Wanrong thanked him politely and thoughtfully.
"Sir, you are our bread and butter, and it is our honor to satisfy you!" Hu Ren's smile became more sincere.
These words sounded more pleasing to the ear than welcome words such as "Welcome". Chen Wanrong thought to himself that he was wearing patchwork clothes. If he went to a foreign restaurant in modern society, the waiters would have looked over his head. Looked over. The Hu people, however, regarded themselves as serving him like an uncle, and as their parents who provided food and clothing. They couldn't help but feel happy, their chests straightened out, and they suddenly felt proud and proud.
The words of the Hu people were more enthusiastic and more pleasant than the clich¨¦s such as "the customer is God". Chen Wanrong couldn't help but think proudly: If you hadn't been to the Tang Dynasty, you wouldn't have known that in the Tang Dynasty, we Chinese were the uncles! A poor kid like me, whose clothes are full of patches and thicker than cowhide, is actually very popular, even more damn popular than the old Americans!
A barbarian boy quickly came out of the room. He was sixteen or seventeen years old and was wearing a long gown. If his appearance was not very different from that of the Central Plains people, judging from his clothes alone, he would have been regarded as a Chinese. He rushed to Chen Wanrong. The two of them cupped their hands and said, "Two guests, please come with me."
With thoughtful etiquette and enthusiastic speech, even those who came out of the modern etiquette training class are just like this. Chen Wanrong smiled slightly and said friendly: "You go first."
Obviously, Chen Wanrong's friendliness made the foreign boy feel good. He gave Chen Wanrong a friendly smile: "My guest, it is my honor to serve you. I don't dare to take it as your invitation. I have something to do."Then he said: "Then I'll pay you."
The young Hu man said hurriedly: "Uncle, it can't be done. When the child leaves, we all have to give him a meat pie." He handed the pie to the little girl.
The little girl looked at the Hu cake but did not reach out to take it. Her father said: "Xiangxiang, go ahead. Thank you, brother."
Xiangxiang then took it and smiled sweetly at the foreign boy: "Thank you, brother."
The girl¡¯s father waved to the foreign boy: ¡°We¡¯re leaving.¡±
"Uncle, go on your way! Come back often!" The foreign boy said goodbye to him.
The girl¡¯s father was very moved: ¡°I will definitely come!¡± He hugged the girl and left the house.
The diners in the store could see this scene clearly and were amazed. Chen Wanrong thought that these barbarians were really good at doing business. No wonder the business in the store was so prosperous.
"If in modern society, if a Hu boy offered a cake like this, he would have taken it long ago. If you don't take advantage, it will be in vain. If you take advantage, it will be in vain. Chen Wanrong was once again impressed by the different social customs of the Tang Dynasty. It may be too much to praise him for "not picking up things on the road", at least he doesn't take advantage of others, and it won't work if he wants to dissent.
"No matter how much you lose, you can't lose your baby." Chen Wanrong thought of an advertisement for children's products. In modern society, those businesses that make children's products talk loudly and say that they cannot lose money to children, but in fact, they sell items that cost five yuan for fifty yuan or more. What makes people even more angry is that these unscrupulous businesses actually use fake and shoddy products to deceive children, and melamine is flying everywhere.
If they knew what the barbarians did, they would be ashamed!
Chen Wanrong was very touched. This trip to the barbarian house was not in vain. Even if Chen Laoshi felt sorry for the money and called himself a bastard, it was still worth it! Absolutely worth it! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com