Rules Strange Story: My Family is Not Normal

Zhou Bai walked into the Douhua shop.

When Hua Lin heard the sound of someone entering the door, she panickedly put the things she was painting into the drawer.

Zhou Bai's eyes followed her movements.

I saw the thing in her hand passing by, and I could barely make out what she was holding, which seemed to be... a menu.

If it's just a normal menu, does she need to be so flustered?

This thought flashed through Zhou Bai's mind, and his pupils shrank suddenly, but he still forced himself to calm down.

Then he showed a smiling face to Hua Lin.

"you again?

What question do you want to ask this time?

Let me tell you in advance that I don't welcome you very much. "

Zhou Bai still kept a smile on his face, shrugged at her, pretended to be helpless and said casually.

"Your snack street is really strange.

There is not even a shop that sells char siew buns. "

There was a slight change in the expression on Hua Lin's face, but it quickly returned to normal.

"What's so strange about that.

Come on, don't get in my way. "

Zhou Bai stood there without moving his position.

"Of course it's weird.

Barbecued pork buns are simple and easy to make.

Make it and sell it, and the business will definitely be good.

Right?

I don't believe in such a simple thing, you can't do it? "

Zhou Bai spoke in a tone as if he was chatting normally.

But when Hua Lin heard Zhou Bai's last words, her face changed drastically.

"What broken barbecued pork buns?

Of course I won't do it.

You go, go, don't stay here. "

Seeing her like this, Zhou Bai certainly wouldn't let go of this topic.

"You don't know how to make barbecued pork buns, I can teach you."

Seeing that this annoying person still didn't leave, Hua Lin could only pick up a rag and wipe the table to relieve her anxiety.

Zhou Bai looked at her, and slowly, sentence by sentence, said what she told him, and then said it completely.

"The most important thing in making char siew buns is to adjust the marinade.

Sorghum wine, soy sauce, oil consumption, white sugar...

As long as you marinate it well, you won’t be able to tell what kind of meat you’re using…”

Just as Zhou Bai finished speaking the last word, he suddenly heard a "bang", and a water glass on the table was knocked over to the ground.

Hua Lin panicked and squatted on the ground, trying to pick up the glass shards on the ground with her hands.

Seeing what he should understand, Zhou Bai already understood almost everything.

While she was squatting on the ground, she turned around and walked out of the bean flower shop.

Behind Zhou Bai, Hualin picked up half of the glass and suddenly calmed down.

"What char siew buns?

Why don't you come in with your sister and teach me a lesson? "

Holding a large piece of broken sharp glass, she changed into a charming smile and stood up from behind the counter.

But when she took a closer look, she found that there was no one else in the Douhua shop except herself.

So she stomped her feet angrily, and threw the piece of glass in her hand to the ground again.

This time, the piece of glass finally completely shattered into slag.

Zhou Bai walked outside the Douhua shop.

On his left side, you can see the old couple who run the steamed stuffed bun shop, still standing alone inside the shop.

Zhou Bai's eyes fell on the opening hours of their shop, which was written on it.

Eight in the morning to ten in the evening.

After Zhou Bai saw their business hours clearly, he thought about it, but decided to go over and confirm again.

"Young man, do you want to buy buns again?"

Zhou Bai smiled and shook his head at them.

"I'm not hungry yet.

But the red bean paste is really delicious.

I want to ask you what time you close the stalls today. In case I want to eat tonight, I can still come over. "

The old man had a rather dull face, and only then did he show a smile.

"It's fine if you like it, it's fine if you like it.

We intend to wait until twelve o'clock today.

We wait until our son's birthday has passed before we close the stall. "

Zhou Bai nodded.

"Okay, I remember.

I hope you can wait for him today. "

At this time, the grandmother's expression also changed.

"Young man, let me lend you a good word.

I think we will wait for him today. "

Zhou Bai didn't stay long, and after saying goodbye to them, he walked out of the steamed stuffed bun shop.

Behind Zhou Bai, the door of the Douhua shop was half open.

Hua Lin was still standing inside, lowering her head and fiddling with the things on the table.

Zhou Bai didn't turn his head to look at her, but continued to walk forward.

Hualin a year ago knew how to make char siew buns, there is no possibility that Hualin can't do it now.

Obviously, she was lying just now.

So why does she need to lie about this, something that seems so small to others?

That can only show that for her, this is not a trivial matter.

From the information he just obtained, Zhou Bai can almost be sure that even if Hua Lin is not the mastermind, she is at least involved in the making of the char siew buns.

Next, she had to check to see if she had any accomplices.

Zhou Bai was looking for the roast pig's trotters shop along the road.

In the three time and space, there are quite a few rules about this roast pork knuckle shop.

Moreover, the owner of this shop is also in a relationship with Hua Lin.

Looking at it this way, his suspicion is not small.

It took Zhou Bai about five minutes to walk to the door of the roasted pig's trotters shop.

The owner of their shop is also the only chef in the shop.

Although there were not many customers, every time Zhou Bai passed by here, he could be seen busy standing in front of the barbecue pit.

"Should I buy pig's trotters?

Go away without buying, don't stand in the way here. "

A waiter who looked to be only in his teens saw Zhou Bai standing at the door with his whole body dirty, so he chased him away.

Before this dungeon, Zhou Bai rarely received such treatment.

After thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing.

But thinking of those homeless people being treated like this every day, they suddenly couldn't laugh.

He sorted out his mood, and then smiled again, and said to the waiter in front of him.

"This pig's trotter smells really good.

How much is it? "

The waiter showed a skeptical expression.

"Can you afford it?

The best roasted trotters cost 68 yuan each.

How about it? pay it. "

Zhou Bai stared at the shop owner, who was brushing the sauce with his head down.

"Oh, that's how it is.

Did he make all your roasted trotters? "

The waiter was young, so he was easily led astray by Zhou Bai's thoughts.

"Yeah, that's our boss.

All the roasted pig's trotters in our store are made by him. "

Zhou Bai continued the routine.

"He did it all?

Doesn't he work very hard?

Does he stand in front of the grill all day, doesn't he have to leave? "

The waiter felt that this person had a lot of questions, and he became a little irritable when he spoke.

"You think everyone doesn't have to work like you?

Our boss goes to work every day, except for eating and going to the toilet, he almost roasts pig's feet. "

Zhou Bai glanced at the business hours marked on the store entrance.

"Then he has to wait until you get off work at 10 pm before he can leave in front of the grill?"

The waiter gave Zhou Bai a blank look.

"if not?

So, should you buy pig's trotters? "

Zhou Bai smiled at him.

"Of course not.

68 yuan each, do you think I'm a fool? "