
Su Yongyuan squeezed into the side of the district magistrate Su Yongqing, and asked arrogantly: "How is it? The opening of the younger brother was unprecedented, and it was hard to think that business would not be popular."
"Okay, not bad." Su Yongqing said honestly, listening to this music, his blood boiling, his emotions high, and his mood became very clear, "It's very festive!"
"We trained this song specifically for the opening, could it be worse?"
Su Yongqing looked at his arrogant appearance, shook his head helplessly, looked around the excited crowd, and nodded involuntarily.
The ceremony in front of the gate was completed, and everyone crowded in the teahouse.
Yang Lan'er and his wife went to a private room on the second floor with everyone, and sat down.
"It's rare to come to the tea shop today. Serve any delicious cake in your teahouse. I woke up this morning to attend your opening ceremony, so I haven't had breakfast yet. "Su Yongqing sat down and stroked her stomach to urge Xiaoer's way.
Yang Lan'er smiled: "Bring each of our tea shop special cakes on a plate, and let us adults try something new."
Su Yongqing nodded to Yang Lan'er with a smile, turned to look down and saw everyone rushing into the teahouse, the hall noisy, "funny, you ..."
"I repeat, don't call me cute!"
"OK, Ah Zheng, your teahouse is booming and very popular." Su Yongyuan changed his words disapprovingly when he saw that he was going to blow his hair again.
When Su Yongyuan spoke of his pride, he immediately smiled: "That's natural."
Tan Anjun leaned his head, and asked with concern: "Lan'er, are you tired?"
"It's okay, I'm so happy today."
At this moment, Xiao Er entered with a tray and placed the pastries on the table.
Tan Anjun brought the only glass of watermelon juice and placed it in front of his little wife, "Drink a glass of juice first."
"Sister and sister, what are you drinking?" Su Yongqing asked with a smile, "I just saw it, and it looks like it's red?"
"Oh, my glass is fruit juice." Yang Lan'er pushed the glass in front of her to look at: "Because I'm pregnant and can't drink tea, so I can only drink watermelon juice."
Su Yongqing looked at the red juice in the cup, and took a deep breath: "Luxury! It's too wasteful!"
"My lord, do you want a cup?" Seeing his shocked expression, Yang Lan'er kindly asked, "Our tea shop has watermelon juice."
Su Yongqing shook his head: "I don't want to drink it, how much is a glass of watermelon juice worth?"
"Not much, not much, just one tael of silver for a cup." Su Yongyuan raised his eyebrows in embarrassment.
Hiss! cruel! How cruel!
Su Yongqing looked at the cake on the table and asked: "The surface is golden-baked, what kind of cake is this?"
"Try." Su Yongyuan gave him one.
Su Yongqing bit the biscuit with his hand, and looking at the contents of the red rose inside, it was crispy outside and fragrant inside, sweet but not greasy.
"This cake is called rose bread. The contents inside are made from rose petals, peanuts and honey. Crispy, tasty and beautiful," Yang Lan'er explained to him carefully.
Su Yongqing bit down, chewed and tasted slowly, a faint rose scent filling his mouth, which was an endless remnant of taste.
"Well, not bad. What about this plate? "Su Yongqing nodded, and pointed to a plate of cake like pink petals.
"This dish is a rose-steamed bakpao. Use rose petal juice to hydrate noodles. Beautiful and delicious when made."