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Lin Qinghe looked at his upright eccentric sample and decided not to tell him this for the time being. Now it's too early.
It's still early. Don't go so far.
But also let her see his stubborn side.
Touched his stomach, heart said this old baby pimple after is not worried.
Zhou Qingbai is sleeping with his wife in his arms. As for the partiality, it doesn't exist. He has been looking forward to his daughter-in-law for more than ten years. What's wrong with his partiality?
Have you eaten rice from my third son's family? Dissatisfied? Then you'd better not wait for him to catch up.
His reason is that he is so domineering and unreasonable.
I had a good night's sleep. When Lin Qinghe got up the next morning, Zhou Qingbai went to Stalin's place to buy steamed buns. His wife liked pork and carrot stuffing and mushroom and pork stuffing best.
Now with his body in mind, Lin Qinghe is hungry faster, even if the little guy is still small, but the nutrients needed for development are all derived from the mother, so Lin Qinghe is naturally hungry.
After getting up and washing, I have breakfast.
It has to be said that Stalin's craftsmanship is really good. The technology he learned from his aunt has been transformed and processed by himself, and is directly used as a breadwinner's technology.
Stalin is kind. The stuffing of this bun is very enough. On the premise that the price has been raised now, the price of the bun shop has also risen naturally, but not much. It's really a big bun.
It's famous in that area of sudalin.
As long as the buns shop, will choose to stutter home buns shop.
Although it was said to be the steamed bun shop of the stuttering family, Stalin didn't care, but laughed instead.
Zhou Xiaomei's face collapsed when she heard it. Su Dalin advised her, saying that he would have stuttered, and the neighbors would have shouted so, and there was not much malice. It was said that many people really touched him.
After being persuaded by Stalin, Zhou Xiaomei didn't rush with others, but she didn't smile.
But we are still willing to deal with Stalin. The stuttering is good. It's really friendly. It's just that we have to talk harder. There's nothing wrong with it.
Lin Qinghe ate the bun and said, "I'll go to Xiaomei's place today."
"I'll take you?" Said Zhou Qingbai.
"No." Lin Qinghe is not willing to let him follow her, otherwise others will look at her strangely, because the man is too nervous, and he has to help her walk
Zhou Qingbai said, "drink some soymilk, which was just cooked by Stalin this morning."
"Soymilk can only be drunk after several rolls." Said Lin Qinghe.
"I know, don't worry about Stalin's soymilk." Zhou Qingbai said.
Lin Qinghe drinks soymilk while eating baozi. It's really a good match. Originally, fried dough sticks and soymilk were better matched, but she prefers Baozi and soymilk.
After eating, Lin Qinghe comes to Zhou Xiaomei for a walk.
When Stalin was not in the shop, Zhou Xiaomei was there. At this time, the business was still very good. The people in the shop were coming and going. But Zhou Xiaomei seemed to adapt to such a business, and her actions were quick.
"Sister in law, how can you come here when you are free?" Seeing her sister-in-law, Zhou Xiaomei said with a smile.
"I'm free every day now." Said Lin Qinghe.
Now she is not busy except reading books. Zhou Qingbai doesn't need her to do anything. She just needs to be in charge of her mood.
Zhou Xiaomei found money for the guests, and then she was free, and said, "brother-in-law has come to get some baozi soymilk. Have you eaten it, sister-in-law?"
"Yes." When Lin Qinghe saw that another guest was coming, he went to find a place to sit down and let Zhou Xiaomei go first.
After being busy for a long time, Zhou Xiaomei got free and said, "this is how it is in the morning. People come and go."
"It has to be delicious and heavy. I came across several buns. None of them had such a place." Lin Qinghe told the truth.
There are many baozi shops along the way. It's not the early 1980s. It's the mid 1980s. It's not uncommon for self-employed people.
There are many people who have abandoned Wen to go to the sea.
All the way to meet four baozi shops, but the business is really no match for Zhou Xiaomei.
Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one in the baozi shop, Lin Qinghe whispered, "is the profit margin a little low, because the baozi of Dalin is so real?"
At first, the profit of her family's green cypress was not high, but she asked the old three to come back and manage it several times. Each time, the price increased. This year, she was pregnant with her daughter again, and the price of dumplings increased a little.
Although the dumpling shop is not big, it's not a problem at all to collect 700 yuan a month.
"The profit is not high, but Stalin said that he was not in a hurry, and the business began slowly." Zhou Xiaomei said this is helpless.
Her family Dalin is too real. The price of pork, flour and so on has gone up, and the price of his steamed buns has gone up. Besides, he doesn't make much profit.
It's true that the business is getting better and better. Although the profit is thin, they are diligent. It's not hard for them to earn 5600 yuan a month.
But word-of-mouth really doesn't have to be said. Everyone around knows that the steamed bun shop of stuttering house is real.
"Just do it slowly, just follow Stalin." Said Lin Qinghe.
This is the difference between opening your own shop and going out to set up a stall.
The stall is free and lazy, and the word of mouth is almost OK. Change to another place to keep it, which is why Xu Shengqiang can still mix.
But opening a shop is not good. The reputation of opening a shop is particularly important.
Zhou Qingbai has raised the price, but he also pays great attention to the quality. The quantity of dumplings is still half the same. As for the price rise, there is no way. It's all up, and he has to go up, isn't it?
By contrast, Stalin was more realistic.
"I didn't say anything about him. I was busy. I just had to work hard." Zhou Xiaomei also wants to open up, nodding.
At this time, when the guests came, Zhou Xiaomei went to greet them, and they wanted more. She smiled and said, "when I buy from your man, you can still add one for me."
"I can't add any now. Everything is too expensive. I'll make a lot of money with this big bag." Zhou Xiaomei said helplessly.
The man smiled but said nothing.
"It's true that Dalin is also a man. When people come here to buy more, they can still add one for them. I won't add one." Said Zhou Xiaomei.
Even if you encounter difficulties, you can only give them, but generally you will not add them.
"It's very good, one loose and one tight." Lin Qinghe smiled.
"I'll pay you back next month." Zhou Xiaomei said again.
"Don't worry, just relax." Said Lin Qinghe.
"It's easy, and the money is paid back to you and your fourth brother first, so that you can't lend it to his cousin." Zhou Xiaomei said with her mouth curled.
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Lin Qinghe looked at his upright eccentric sample and decided not to tell him this for the time being. Now it's too early.
It's still early. Don't go so far.
But also let her see his stubborn side.
Touched his stomach, heart said this old baby pimple after is not worried.
Zhou Qingbai is sleeping with his wife in his arms. As for the partiality, it doesn't exist. He has been looking forward to his daughter-in-law for more than ten years. What's wrong with his partiality?
Have you eaten rice from my third son's family? Dissatisfied? Then you'd better not wait for him to catch up.
His reason is that he is so domineering and unreasonable.
I had a good night's sleep. When Lin Qinghe got up the next morning, Zhou Qingbai went to Stalin's place to buy steamed buns. His wife liked pork and carrot stuffing and mushroom and pork stuffing best.
Now with his body in mind, Lin Qinghe is hungry faster, even if the little guy is still small, but the nutrients needed for development are all derived from the mother, so Lin Qinghe is naturally hungry.
After getting up and washing, I have breakfast.
It has to be said that Stalin's craftsmanship is really good. The technology he learned from his aunt has been transformed and processed by himself, and is directly used as a breadwinner's technology.
Stalin is kind. The stuffing of this bun is very enough. On the premise that the price has been raised now, the price of the bun shop has also risen naturally, but not much. It's really a big bun.
It's famous in that area of sudalin.
As long as the buns shop, will choose to stutter home buns shop.
Although it was said to be the steamed bun shop of the stuttering family, Stalin didn't care, but laughed instead.
Zhou Xiaomei's face collapsed when she heard it. Su Dalin advised her, saying that he would have stuttered, and the neighbors would have shouted so, and there was not much malice. It was said that many people really touched him.
After being persuaded by Stalin, Zhou Xiaomei didn't rush with others, but she didn't smile.
But we are still willing to deal with Stalin. The stuttering is good. It's really friendly. It's just that we have to talk harder. There's nothing wrong with it.
Lin Qinghe ate the bun and said, "I'll go to Xiaomei's place today."
"I'll take you?" Said Zhou Qingbai.
"No." Lin Qinghe is not willing to let him follow her, otherwise others will look at her strangely, because the man is too nervous, and he has to help her walk
Zhou Qingbai said, "drink some soymilk, which was just cooked by Stalin this morning."
"Soymilk can only be drunk after several rolls." Said Lin Qinghe.
"I know, don't worry about Stalin's soymilk." Zhou Qingbai said.
Lin Qinghe drinks soymilk while eating baozi. It's really a good match. Originally, fried dough sticks and soymilk were better matched, but she prefers Baozi and soymilk.
After eating, Lin Qinghe comes to Zhou Xiaomei for a walk.
When Stalin was not in the shop, Zhou Xiaomei was there. At this time, the business was still very good. The people in the shop were coming and going. But Zhou Xiaomei seemed to adapt to such a business, and her actions were quick.
"Sister in law, how can you come here when you are free?" Seeing her sister-in-law, Zhou Xiaomei said with a smile.
"I'm free every day now." Said Lin Qinghe.
Now she is not busy except reading books. Zhou Qingbai doesn't need her to do anything. She just needs to be in charge of her mood.
Zhou Xiaomei found money for the guests, and then she was free, and said, "brother-in-law has come to get some baozi soymilk. Have you eaten it, sister-in-law?"
"Yes." When Lin Qinghe saw that another guest was coming, he went to find a place to sit down and let Zhou Xiaomei go first.
After being busy for a long time, Zhou Xiaomei got free and said, "this is how it is in the morning. People come and go."
"It has to be delicious and heavy. I came across several buns. None of them had such a place." Lin Qinghe told the truth.
There are many baozi shops along the way. It's not the early 1980s. It's the mid 1980s. It's not uncommon for self-employed people.
There are many people who have abandoned Wen to go to the sea.
All the way to meet four baozi shops, but the business is really no match for Zhou Xiaomei.
Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one in the baozi shop, Lin Qinghe whispered, "is the profit margin a little low, because the baozi of Dalin is so real?"
At first, the profit of her family's green cypress was not high, but she asked the old three to come back and manage it several times. Each time, the price increased. This year, she was pregnant with her daughter again, and the price of dumplings increased a little.
Although the dumpling shop is not big, it's not a problem at all to collect 700 yuan a month.
"The profit is not high, but Stalin said that he was not in a hurry, and the business began slowly." Zhou Xiaomei said this is helpless.
Her family Dalin is too real. The price of pork, flour and so on has gone up, and the price of his steamed buns has gone up. Besides, he doesn't make much profit.
It's true that the business is getting better and better. Although the profit is thin, they are diligent. It's not hard for them to earn 5600 yuan a month.
But word-of-mouth really doesn't have to be said. Everyone around knows that the steamed bun shop of stuttering house is real.
"Just do it slowly, just follow Stalin." Said Lin Qinghe.
This is the difference between opening your own shop and going out to set up a stall.
The stall is free and lazy, and the word of mouth is almost OK. Change to another place to keep it, which is why Xu Shengqiang can still mix.
But opening a shop is not good. The reputation of opening a shop is particularly important.
Zhou Qingbai has raised the price, but he also pays great attention to the quality. The quantity of dumplings is still half the same. As for the price rise, there is no way. It's all up, and he has to go up, isn't it?
By contrast, Stalin was more realistic.
"I didn't say anything about him. I was busy. I just had to work hard." Zhou Xiaomei also wants to open up, nodding.
At this time, when the guests came, Zhou Xiaomei went to greet them, and they wanted more. She smiled and said, "when I buy from your man, you can still add one for me."
"I can't add any now. Everything is too expensive. I'll make a lot of money with this big bag." Zhou Xiaomei said helplessly.
The man smiled but said nothing.
"It's true that Dalin is also a man. When people come here to buy more, they can still add one for them. I won't add one." Said Zhou Xiaomei.
Even if you encounter difficulties, you can only give them, but generally you will not add them.
"It's very good, one loose and one tight." Lin Qinghe smiled.
"I'll pay you back next month." Zhou Xiaomei said again.
"Don't worry, just relax." Said Lin Qinghe.
"It's easy, and the money is paid back to you and your fourth brother first, so that you can't lend it to his cousin." Zhou Xiaomei said with her mouth curled.
Lin Qinghe looked at his upright eccentric sample and decided not to tell him this for the time being. Now it's too early. It's still early. Don't go so far. But also let her see his stubborn side. Touched his stomach, heart said this old baby pimple after is not worried. Zhou Qingbai is sleeping with his wife in his arms. As for the partiality, it doesn't exist. He has been looking forward to his daughter-in-law for more than ten years. What's wrong with his partiality? Have you eaten rice from my third son's family? Dissatisfied? Then you'd better not wait for him to catch up. His reason is that he is so domineering and unreasonable. I had a good night's sleep. When Lin Qinghe got up the next morning, Zhou Qingbai went to Stalin's place to buy steamed buns. His wife liked pork and carrot stuffing and mushroom and pork stuffing best. Now with his body in mind, Lin Qinghe is hungry faster, even if the little guy is still small, but the nutrients needed for development are all derived from the mother, so Lin Qinghe is naturally hungry. After getting up and washing, I have breakfast. It has to be said that Stalin's craftsmanship is really good. The technology he learned from his aunt has been transformed and processed by himself, and is directly used as a breadwinner's technology. Stalin is kind. The stuffing of this bun is very enough. On the premise that the price has been raised now, the price of the bun shop has also risen naturally, but not much. It's really a big bun. It's famous in that area of sudalin. As long as the buns shop, will choose to stutter home buns shop. Although it was said to be the steamed bun shop of the stuttering family, Stalin didn't care, but laughed instead. Zhou Xiaomei's face collapsed when she heard it. Su Dalin advised her, saying that he would have stuttered, and the neighbors would have shouted so, and there was not much malice. It was said that many people really touched him. After being persuaded by Stalin, Zhou Xiaomei didn't rush with others, but she didn't smile. But we are still willing to deal with Stalin. The stuttering is good. It's really friendly. It's just that we have to talk harder. There's nothing wrong with it. Lin Qinghe ate the bun and said, "I'll go to Xiaomei's place today." "I'll take you?" Said Zhou Qingbai. "No." Lin Qinghe is not willing to let him follow her, otherwise others will look at her strangely, because the man is too nervous, and he has to help her walk Zhou Qingbai said, "drink some soymilk, which was just cooked by Stalin this morning." "Soymilk can only be drunk after several rolls." Said Lin Qinghe. "I know, don't worry about Stalin's soymilk." Zhou Qingbai said. Lin Qinghe drinks soymilk while eating baozi. It's really a good match. Originally, fried dough sticks and soymilk were better matched, but she prefers Baozi and soymilk. After eating, Lin Qinghe comes to Zhou Xiaomei for a walk. When Stalin was not in the shop, Zhou Xiaomei was there. At this time, the business was still very good. The people in the shop were coming and going. But Zhou Xiaomei seemed to adapt to such a business, and her actions were quick. "Sister in law, how can you come here when you are free?" Seeing her sister-in-law, Zhou Xiaomei said with a smile. "I'm free every day now." Said Lin Qinghe. Now she is not busy except reading books. Zhou Qingbai doesn't need her to do anything. She just needs to be in charge of her mood. Zhou Xiaomei found money for the guests, and then she was free, and said, "brother-in-law has come to get some baozi soymilk. Have you eaten it, sister-in-law?" "Yes." When Lin Qinghe saw that another guest was coming, he went to find a place to sit down and let Zhou Xiaomei go first. After being busy for a long time, Zhou Xiaomei got free and said, "this is how it is in the morning. People come and go." "It has to be delicious and heavy. I came across several buns. None of them had such a place." Lin Qinghe told the truth. There are many baozi shops along the way. It's not the early 1980s. It's the mid 1980s. It's not uncommon for self-employed people. There are many people who have abandoned Wen to go to the sea. All the way to meet four baozi shops, but the business is really no match for Zhou Xiaomei. Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one in the baozi shop, Lin Qinghe whispered, "is the profit margin a little low, because the baozi of Dalin is so real?" At first, the profit of her family's green cypress was not high, but she asked the old three to come back and manage it several times. Each time, the price increased. This year, she was pregnant with her daughter again, and the price of dumplings increased a little. Although the dumpling shop is not big, it's not a problem at all to collect 700 yuan a month. "The profit is not high, but Stalin said that he was not in a hurry, and the business began slowly." Zhou Xiaomei said this is helpless. Her family Dalin is too real. The price of pork, flour and so on has gone up, and the price of his steamed buns has gone up. Besides, he doesn't make much profit. It's true that the business is getting better and better. Although the profit is thin, they are diligent. It's not hard for them to earn 5600 yuan a month. But word-of-mouth really doesn't have to be said. Everyone around knows that the steamed bun shop of stuttering house is real. "Just do it slowly, just follow Stalin." Said Lin Qinghe. This is the difference between opening your own shop and going out to set up a stall. The stall is free and lazy, and the word of mouth is almost OK. Change to another place to keep it, which is why Xu Shengqiang can still mix. But opening a shop is not good. The reputation of opening a shop is particularly important. Zhou Qingbai has raised the price, but he also pays great attention to the quality. The quantity of dumplings is still half the same. As for the price rise, there is no way. It's all up, and he has to go up, isn't it? By contrast, Stalin was more realistic. "I didn't say anything about him. I was busy. I just had to work hard." Zhou Xiaomei also wants to open up, nodding. At this time, when the guests came, Zhou Xiaomei went to greet them, and they wanted more. She smiled and said, "when I buy from your man, you can still add one for me." "I can't add any now. Everything is too expensive. I'll make a lot of money with this big bag." Zhou Xiaomei said helplessly. The man smiled but said nothing. "It's true that Dalin is also a man. When people come here to buy more, they can still add one for them. I won't add one." Said Zhou Xiaomei. Even if you encounter difficulties, you can only give them, but generally you will not add them. "It's very good, one loose and one tight." Lin Qinghe smiled. "I'll pay you back next month." Zhou Xiaomei said again. "Don't worry, just relax." Said Lin Qinghe. "It's easy, and the money is paid back to you and your fourth brother first, so that you can't lend it to his cousin." Zhou Xiaomei said with her mouth curled.
