In this way, it has been called until the fifth day, and the price of the piano player’s secret has fallen to ten, one for one, one for two.
In this Wulin, the mysterious and unattainable supernatural power has been cheap, and the people of the whole city have a share. Who will kill it with blood and sweat?
On the seventh day, early in the morning, Menmen Street was already full of excitement, and vendors were selling everywhere.
The first three tables in the south of the city were filled with stalls, and a group of people were waiting to buy sesame cakes to take away. The guests were so busy that they were sweating and their hands were never idle for a moment.
The aroma of baked wheat cake is far away, which lures passers-by to stop.
A middle-aged man with a round face, a round smile, round eyes and a round mouth came to stroll in the long street and smelled the aroma of the baked wheat cake. Suddenly, he turned around and came to the baked wheat cake shop.
A tall and athletic young man followed him closely, and his master wanted to eat sesame seed cake and buy it.
No, no, I haven’t eaten at a roadside stall for a long time, so I’ll reminisce about the hardships of breaking into the world in the past. If I were to touch my belly and smile like a kind Maitreya, I would go to some crowded tables with short legs and sit a little too crowded for a table, and there would be no more seats at once.
The young man who accompanied him came to the sesame seed cake shop and shouted for five sesame seeds cakes.
Can the little one come first, then arrive? I haven’t got it yet. What are you nagging about? The guest murmured discontentedly in front of him.
Zhang Peixiao, the baked wheat cake, said the guest officer, don’t worry. Everyone said, take the baked wheat cake from the pot quickly.
I’m taking it away. Bring me something to wrap.
All right, the baked wheat cake Zhang drew a long sound, called it clean and agile, and tore the one next to the chopping board into two pages, wrapped three baked wheat cakes and sent them civilly.
The young people in the queue at the back are sharp-eyed and blurt out that they call you Tianqin’s secret bag sesame seed cake.
What’s the secret? Isn’t it just that there are so many secrets that I can’t sell them? I sell Zhao Laotou’s house next door, and everyone gives me a dozen. It’s not bad enough for me to pack a sesame seed cake for ten days.
Sesame cakes Zhang cheerfully handed five sesame cakes to the young people and asked the guest officer very carefully, "You don’t look well, unless it’s something uncomfortable. My neighbor, Wang Blind, has some magical powers, which is the most effective way to cure diseases, but do you want me to introduce you to one?"
The young man vigorously took the baked wheat cake and turned his head to go to Ruoli’s side. His face has changed from miserable green to livid.
If you take a piece of sesame seed cake from the bowl and slowly put it in your mouth, chew it slowly. It’s good and delicious.
The young man angrily said to his master
Stay away from the carefree road and be calm
Young people can’t exert themselves to put the bowl on the table. Maybe it’s because the force is too strong that the table shakes. Several people put it on the table and the bowl turns over and the sesame seed cake falls off.
Most of the people at the same table got up. One person shouted Lao Zhang’s head. What the hell are you doing? How many times have I told you that this broken leg table is going to be repaired? You just don’t listen to anyone who can eat.
Lao Zhang picked up the piano player’s secret for a day and smiled happily. It’s okay. My brothers are okay. I’ll get it done. I squatted down and stuffed it in one of the table feet. Then I got up and pressed the table and laughed. It’s a piece of cake. Don’t you think it’s okay?
The young man’s eyes were fierce and fierce, and he was saved by Lao Zhang’s first life if he didn’t let go of his hand.
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If you pick up the second sesame seed cake and eat cake, eat cake.
The young man’s face is angry, but he is indifferent, eating cakes and looking at the street while he is still joking.
Qianmen Street is getting more and more lively, and more and more people are doing business.
A 20-year-old shop buddy dressed up to peddle around the sesame seed cake shop.
Hot, fragrant, romantic, romantic, night royal, nine women’s patterns, hundreds of desires, sea flowers, the latest market, ten texts and one gift, four days of tips for piano players. Don’t miss it if you know the goods.
Brother, I think you are strong and energetic. This flower of desire suits you well.
Go around the world and sell this. I have already bought it.
This uncle and villain see that your heaven is full and Fiona Fang is a blessing, and now you don’t buy a desire for sea flowers on every peach blossom occasion. By the way, you also give away the four-day piano player’s tips, so you can keep fit and benefit the wind and moon.
Go, go, uncle. I’m in the peach blossom. I can’t get lucky. Your stupid secret is still smooth in love.
The poor guy sold it all, but he didn’t even stop to visit one person and sigh in the street.
Sitting in the sesame seed cake shop, a man waved his hand and shouted with a northern accent. Show me that.
Dude rushed in and respectfully handed it over. You’ll know that Grandpa is from a big place, but he knows what to do.
I’m a northerner coming to Jeju to do business. I just arrived in Jeju today. It’s really an interesting place. Not only are baked wheat cakes delicious, but the place is lively and even sold elsewhere. Different northern merchants nodded their satisfaction. That’s good. That’s so interesting. We can’t buy and sell them so much in my hometown.
He patted the table, I bought the right one, and brought me the secret of what was included. It must be the secret of practicing techniques or the golden gun can’t beat the magic.
Other diners around laughed.
If you are far away from your side, the young man’s eyes are burning and he takes three steps forward.
If you keep smiling away from your round face, you won’t be able to go. You have to stop him. Suddenly, he heard the baked wheat cake jump on the counter and shouted at the opposite person, Lao Li, help me watch the shop and take me to the toilet.
He ran out a few steps, turned around and rushed to the counter, stretched out his hand and tore three pieces of paper in the secret of the lyre hand, and then hurriedly ran away.
If you leave your hand and eat half of the baked wheat cake and throw it on the table, you won’t have any appetite.