"Oh, I'm going to say that this is made, it seems a bit too much..." Li Lanxiang said with some worries: "If these rice dumplings cannot be sold, wouldn't Miss Fengjiao have to pay the money?"

As they were talking, Qianmo's voice suddenly came from behind: "Can't sell it? You two are thinking too much."

Qianmo's voice was full of resentment: "I'm worried that these rice dumplings will be stolen in a short while. There are many more people in the winery now. If the last rice dumplings are not enough for everyone to share, what should I do?"

"Is this unlikely? We have made more than 20,000 rice dumplings." Sun Guihua said in disbelief.

Xing'er poked her head out of the kitchen and said to everyone with a smile: "During this year's Lantern Festival, my master also made a lot of Lantern Festival, but they were all sold out at once. As Brother Qianmo said, the remaining Lantern Festival was almost enough for everyone in the restaurant to eat."

She said as she waved her hand and called Qianmo to the kitchen door: "Brother Qianmo, this is the peanut crisp that I learned to make with my master this morning. I think the taste is pretty good. Can you please help me try it?"

Since Da Qianmo saved Xing'er from Shu Jia's hands, the relationship between this happy enemy has been much more eased.

Qianmo no longer had the shamelessness to steal the little girl's food. Xing'er would also learn to make something delicious with Fengjiao, and she would take the initiative to give it to Qianmo to taste, which was called for her to try.

Anyway...their masters often give me some small meals to Lord Emperor.

With the exemplary role of his master, Xing'er doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with cooking delicious food for the hero in her mind.

In the kitchen of Fengfu winery, Feng Jiao moves quickly but does not mess around, cooking delicious dishes one by one.

In the Fengfu Hotpot Restaurant next door, Chef Wang and Grandma Li, who was in charge, were also cutting beef and mutton.

Everyone was busy and the guests who came to have a meal were also enjoying the food.

After opening the wine shop and the hot pot restaurant, about half an hour later, Zhu Qi, Qianmo and others began to busy travel between the backyard and the front yard, helping those guests who had finished their meals and bought rice dumplings of various flavors to get them.

In the next more than an hour, seeing the pile of rice dumplings getting fewer and fewer, even Sun Guihua and the villagers from Yuze Village began to worry with Qianmo, wondering if the remaining rice dumplings were enough for everyone to share with them.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that these rice dumplings could be sold out." Sun Guihua said in shock.

More than 20,000 zongzi! Now most of them have gone.

Sun Guihua's husband Zhou Zhengyang was already anxiously watching the pile of less and less rice dumplings, while rushing forward and blocking Sun Guihua's mouth.

"Osmanthus, I dare not talk nonsense. What do you mean by selling it out? What do we eat after it’s sold out? I also want to try the rice dumplings with meat and egg yolks inside. "

In the past, during the Dragon Boat Festival, the most I ate at home were white rice dumplings. He only ate red date dumplings once at his uncle's house, who was the village chief, and it was at the best time of the year.
Chapter completed!