Chapter 42 You are not worthy of being called a master

Author: Egret Night Qilin

Chapter 42 You are not worthy of being called a master

Mu Dalang was silently helping Yang Mu clean up the kitchen.

Yang Mu threw the broken iron pot aside, took a new pot and steamed the rice.

Mu Dalang finally found out that his clothes were inappropriate, so he hurried back to the west room to change his clothes.

But he only had one piece of clothes.

This is embarrassing.

Mu Dalang, who was holding the quilt and worried, heard the sound of footsteps and turned to look.

Yang Mu came in with two sets of new clothes and placed them beside the bed. He looked at him meaningfully, and then went out with some regret.

Mu Dalang's eyes twitched. What are she regretting?

Yang Mu curled his lips, is it that cold? He is still wearing a quilt!

She went to the east room to see that the big black dog was still emo. Fortunately, the wound on her forehead had scabbed and the stick wound on her body had also subsided a lot. Then she went back to the stove to continue cooking.

While changing his clothes, Mu Dalang remembered that when he was in the stove just now, it seemed that Yang Mu looked at his waist from time to time.

His hand, which was wearing a belt, froze. Could it be that she was peeking at the flesh on his waist?!

Combined with Yang Mu just now, he seemed a little disappointed when he saw him wearing a quilt.

Mu Dalang's dark face became deeper.

This lustful woman! She actually dares to take advantage of him!

He said, how could the newly made bed be bitten by an iron-eating beast?

That is an iron-eating beast, not a bed-eating beast!

Mu Dalang, who had changed his clothes, got up and went to the east room to check the situation of the big black dog.

Qiuqiu was holding the bed legs and removing the bed. The big black dog on the bed grinned at Qiuqiu.

It is still on the bed! This fool has dismantled the legs of the bed. Do you want its life?

Mu Dalang who stood at the door and saw this admiration: "..."

It's really an iron-eating beast that takes off the bed!

She didn't greedy for her body?!

No, the look that looked at his waist just now was obviously coveting his body!

Mu Dalang left with a dark face and holding Qiuqiu.

The big black dog who was ignored throughout the whole process: "?!"

Big Black Dog: Forget it if you don’t play that meat ball, you’re still hugging it?! As expected, I am the only one who is not loved!

The big black dog is even more emoji...

Mu Dalang, who had returned alone after one minute of going out, held a jar of chili sauce and silencedly brushed the legs of the bed in the east room.

The big black dog looked at Mu Dalang with his butt sticking out his butt and applying chili sauce. This human has a little dark face and heart...

Poor meatballs...

At night, Qiuqiu went to chew on the legs of the bed while everyone was not paying attention.

A minute later, a ball of "双双" climbed onto Mu Dalang's bed and leaned in his arms, complaining in grievance.

The big black dog was next door and clearly heard a black-hearted human being very doting and said: "Have you eaten chili? Oh, Qiuqiu is so pitiful, hug..."

The big black dog secretly decided to stay away from the black human.

Yang Mu didn't know these things, she was devoted to doing business.

These days, Yang Mu has made four boxes of cakes every day, and he can sell them out in less than two hours. The business is so good.

Gradually, her cake attracted the attention of Yixiangfang, the largest pastry shop in the county.

On that day, when Manager Lu from Yixiangfang heard about the cake, he asked the guy to buy a few cakes and come back to taste them.

After tasting it, Manager Lu fell into silence.

tasty.

It is better than all the pastries in Yixiangfang!

In fact, no matter how good a small stall is in business, it will not affect Yixiangfang. After all, the customer groups are different.

But after he went to the Jin family yesterday, he changed his mind.

Every year, Miss Jin's family holds a camellia banquet, and for several years they use their cakes from Yixiangfang.

But when he came to ask about the time of this year's camellia party yesterday, Xiao Tao, the fat maid next to Miss Jin, told him to go back first. The lady has not decided on the banquet and pastry.

He spent a little over a silver tael before Xiaotao told him that the lady might use a pastry called cake.

The small stall where you buy cakes is on South Street.

Now that I have eaten this pastry, Manager Lu deeply feels that Yixiangfang has encountered a rival in the pastry business.

Never let a small stall rob the Jin family's business.

This is not a matter of how much money it makes, but it will be compared.

The oldest pastry shop in the county is not as good as a small street stall?

This is so bad!

Manager Lu decided to go and talk to the village girl who sold cakes in person.

It is best to fool the village girl into the shop to make a pastry chef, so he can arrange for someone to steal the recipe.

When the recipe is obtained, you kick the person away with one kick.

South Street, downstairs.

Yang Mu sold out the last piece of cake and was about to go home.

A middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper came over.

His little eyes were full of pride, and his high chin showed disdain.

"Xiaocun girl, I am the shopkeeper Lu of Yixiangfang."

Even his tone was condescending.

Yang Mu raised his eyes and looked at him while packing his things.

She had seen this person. Before selling cakes, she went to Yixiangfang to buy some pastries and taste them, so she knew her own and her enemy.

Yang Mu had no intention of paying attention to such people who thought they were superior to others.

When Manager Lu saw the girl in the small village, he ignored him and couldn't help but frown and mutter, "It turns out he's a deaf person."

Yang Mu kept moving and responded unhappily, "You are the deaf."

Manager Lu immediately frowned, raised his voice and scolded: "You are not deaf, why don't you speak?"

Yang Mu sneered sarcastically and still ignored him.

Manager Lu glared at Yang Mu and pointed at him and said angrily: "I am talking to you because I respect you!"

His "Master" reminded Yang Mu of Mu Dalang.

When Mu Dalang scolded Yang Caixia, he called himself a master.

Although Mu Dalang didn't have much strength to speak and didn't have a loud voice at that time, his momentum was very strong.

And the thing in front of me is that the dog looks down on people...

hehe!

She packed up her things, looked back at him with the same condescending look as Shopkeeper Lu, and said disdainfully: "You are not worthy of being called Master."

After saying that, he left and gave Manager Lu a proud back of his head.

Manager Lu came to his senses and was so angry that he almost jumped!

Yixiangfang is more than just a shop in the county town!

Both black and white can be obtained!

This village girl is impatient to live!

He wants this little village girl to taste what social beatings are!

The aunt selling wontons beside her looked at the sinister look of Manager Lu and sighed deeply. It seemed that the little girl could not sell pastries for a few days.

Nowadays, where can they set up stalls compete with these shops?

Besides, it’s a big shop like Yixiangfang!

When Yang Mu came to set up a stall the next day, Aunt Wonton hurriedly told her about the bad expression of Manager Lu when she saw Manager Lu yesterday.

Yang Mu just nodded to show that he knew.

Seeing that she didn't care, the aunt kindly advised: "Daughter, you have to have some snacks!"

Yang Mu smiled, "Don't worry, aunt!"

She is not a soft persimmon that is easy to grasp!

As the two were talking, Manager Lu came again.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!