As the time enters the morning rush hour, more and more people go to work, and more and more people pass by the stalls and come to buy breakfast at the stalls.
Looking at the passers-by between the stalls, Lin Momo was nervous and excited, with a little expectation.
Whenever someone passed by their bun stall, Lin Momo would subconsciously stand up straight behind the counter.
Unfortunately, those people just hurried past their steamed stuffed bun stand, and no one stopped.
Just when Lin Momo was feeling worried, an old lady in her fifties stopped in front of their stall and stared at their steamed stuffed bun after an early exercise.
"Why do the steamed buns you sell look like this?" the old lady said a little strangely.
"This is not a steamed bun, it's a steamed stuffed bun." Lin Momo explained.
"Grandma, do you want to buy one and try it? Our buns are big and delicious, with extra fillings!" Lin Momo tried her best to sell her buns to the other party.
Because the skin of their buns is pressed out with a plate, the skin is indeed thin and the meat is thick, and the two of them have no experience, the steamed buns are indeed one size larger than those sold by other bun shops.
"I don't think I've seen your stall before." The old lady said with her hands behind her back.
"My dad and I are setting up a stall here for the first time today."
"Buy one and keep it delicious!"
Hearing Lin Momo's words, the old lady looked at their buns again and asked, "How did you sell them?"
"Two yuan for meat, one yuan and five yuan for meatless." Lin Momo quickly replied.
"It's not expensive." The old lady said, but finally waved her hand and moved to the pancake stand next door.
Another old lady followed suit and took a look at Lin Momo's stall. Just as Lin Momo was about to sell to the other party, the other party walked away with her mouth pursed, muttering, "The buns are not like Steamed buns and steamed buns are not like steamed buns, steamed buns are not like steamed buns, steamed buns are not like steamed buns..."
—Their steamed stuffed buns were really disgusted.
Lin Momo stood behind the booth in a daze, as if this was the first time in her short life that she had suffered such a big 'blow'.
Waited a while longer.
During this period, a few people passed by their steamed stuffed bun stall, but they all turned their heads and left after taking a look.
"Will no one buy our buns?" Lin Momo looked at Lin Cheng nervously and asked, with worry that couldn't be hidden in her eyes.
Before Lin Cheng could answer, Lin Momo lowered her head and was lost alone. He was still muttering to himself: "I knew, they must think our buns are not good-looking."
Just when Lin Momo was feeling down, a warm bun was stuffed into her mouth.
"Eat first." The two of them have been busy since they got up in the morning, and they haven't eaten breakfast yet.
"Hmm." Lin Momo took the steamed stuffed bun and said in a dull voice, "Thank you, Dad."
"Sit down and eat," Lin Cheng said.
"Oh." Lin Momo responded, sat down on the small bench behind the counter, and gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun with a disappointed expression on her face.
—Although their steamed stuffed buns are a bit ugly, they are obviously delicious, why no one buys them...
Lin Momo was thinking in her heart, her palm-sized face was full of worries about life.
This scene happened to be recorded by the camera in front of the tricycle.
In the live broadcast room, watching Lin Momo gnaw on the steamed stuffed bun, many people made distressed voices:
【Emma, this looks so pitiful. 】
[Woo, sorry to see you. 】
[I'm going to be autistic. 】
[I thought the program group would arrange for passers-by to buy their buns, but they didn't? ! This reality show is too real. 】
[To tell you the truth, it's really ill-advised for the program group to ask two people who don't know how to make buns to sell buns. 】
[Anyway, find a teacher to teach in advance. 】
【that is…】
…
In addition to normal discussions, there are also comments in the bullet screen area with a unique style.
[Although, watching Lin Momo nibble on the steamed stuffed bun feels delicious. 】
[When you say that, I also feel delicious. 】
[Really, seeing her eat makes me want to eat too. 】
【Curious about what it tastes like. 】
…
The way Lin Momo ate the steamed stuffed bun quietly looked really delicious.
Here, her picture of "eating and broadcasting live" successfully attracted the attention of several passers-by.
Two young office workers walked to the bun stall, looked at the buns, and then at Lin Momo.
"Little friend, are you eating buns?"
"Yeah." Lin Momo nodded.
"What does it taste like?"
"Peanuts."
"Is it delicious?" one of the girls asked again with a smile.
"Delicious." Lin Momo nodded again.
Realizing that there was a business coming, Lin Momo revived with blood and rubbed against the small bench.
"Sister, do you want to try our buns? It's really delicious. Although it's a bit ugly, it's the same as other buns."
The two young people didn't think such buns were ugly, they just thought they looked strange and quite amusing.
"What's the matter?" the girl asked.
"There are all kinds of fillings," Lin Momo said, pointing to the buns in front of him and introducing to the two of them: "One pointy one is made of sugar sesame seeds, two pointy ones are filled with peanuts, and three pointy ones are made of stuffed buns made of pork." , four..."
"It's the first time I've seen buns divided like this." The two girls laughed.
"Then I want one with mushroom and cabbage, one...the one with the flavor in your hand."
"How much?"
"3 yuan."
Lin Momo took the QR code to collect the money, and Lin Cheng took out two buns from the steamer and handed them to the two.
Before the two left, Lin Momo said to them, "Thank you."
After the two girls walked a few steps away, they began to discuss in a low voice.
"By the way, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun stand just now is quite handsome."
"I also think, and that kid is so cute!"
"I want to have a daughter."
…
With the first order of business, soon, the second batch of customers also came to the door.
The person who came was a grandma with her little grandson.
"Are you a bun?"
"yes."
"How did you sell it?"
"Two pieces for meat, one piece for five without meat."
"How do you know which one has meat and which one doesn't." The old lady glanced at the 'weird-shaped' buns and said.
"There are distinctions. This one is red bean paste, and this one is..." Lin Momo introduced the distinctions of her buns to the new customer in front of her again.
Lin Cheng on the side glanced at Lin Momo, a little surprised: this kid was able to memorize the buns with different fillings, and he remembered them all correctly.
Before the grandma could speak, the grandson next to her spoke first, "I want that big Diya dinosaur!"
Dia dinosaur? What the hell?
"You mean this?" Lin Momo asked, pointing at the three pointed buns.
"Yes! That's it, I want Baluta!"
"this?"
"right!"
"Also, I still want to..."
On the side, the two adults watched the miraculous conversation between the two children, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly: they really couldn't understand the children's brain circuits.
With the strong addition of the grandma's grandson, Lin Momo and the others sold a total of 8 steamed buns in this transaction.
The reason why the grandma bought their steamed stuffed buns was not just to make her grandson happy, but mainly because the boss’s own children could eat them with confidence, and there was no need to worry about hygienic ingredients.
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After the grandparents and grandchildren, several customers who bought steamed stuffed buns came one after another.
Facing customers' questions, Lin Momo would seriously introduce the taste of her steamed stuffed buns to them.
Until his mouth was a little dry, Lin Cheng tapped his head lightly.
"Well," Lin Momo covered the place where his head was knocked, looked at Lin Cheng and suddenly asked a little nervously, "Did I remember wrong?"
"That's right, it's just a little stupid." Lin Cheng said.
Lin Momo: "..." Was she rejected by her father?
Seeing the girl's aggrieved appearance, Lin Cheng secretly laughed.
Lin Cheng bought a marker pen in the store, and asked the boss for a piece of waste cardboard.
Seeing Lin Cheng coming back with these two things, Lin Momo immediately guessed what he meant.
Other breakfast carts have posted a special piece of paper on the items and prices, and they can do the same.
"I'll come, I'll come!" Lin Momo volunteered.
"Can you write?"
"meeting!"
Lin Cheng thought that although Lin Momo went to school a little later than other children of the same age, she was actually in the third grade, and she seemed to know a lot of words.
Lin Cheng handed the pen and cardboard to Lin Momo.
Lin Momo wrote the taste of their steamed stuffed buns on the left side of the cardboard and marked the price on the right side, following the style of other families.
After thinking about it, Lin Momo drew diagrams next to the names of each type of steamed stuffed bun.
The painting style is a bit funny, but it is very vivid.
With this variety price list, there are more customers who come to their stall to buy steamed stuffed buns.
This morning, Lin Momo and Lin Cheng prepared a total of five cages of steamed buns, and they sold a total of two and a half cages in one morning.
This amount is much better than what Lin Momo was worried about not being able to sell. However, compared to the booming business of other companies, their business is still a bit miserable.
Lin Momo counted the money earned from selling steamed stuffed buns, including the mobile phone and cash, the total was 78 yuan, which was still far from their task for this period.
"I'll come back tonight." Lin Cheng raised his eyebrows and said when he saw Lin Momo's face buried in his head and searching for money.
According to the temporary stall time, you can continue to set up stalls from 19:00 to 23:00 in the evening.
It's just that buns don't necessarily sell well at night.
Lin Cheng was thinking about how to sell the remaining buns in his mind.
"Let's go." Looking at the time, Lin Cheng took Lin Momo away.
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Back at the residence, Lin Cheng borrowed a large flat-bottomed iron pan from the landlord, planning to change the buns sold at night into fried buns.
After the strangely shaped buns were fried in a frying pan, they looked no different from the fried buns sold in ordinary shops.
In the evening, Lin Cheng packed the buns and set off from the residence. Lin Momo wanted to follow, but Lin Cheng didn't take her with him.
The situation at the night market stalls at night is much more complicated than that during the day, Lin Cheng entrusted Lin Momo to the landlady to take care of her for the time being.
The landlady took Lin Momo to dinner, and wanted to pull Lin Momo to watch a TV show with her, but Lin Momo couldn't sit still.
"Where are you going?" Seeing Lin Momo struggling to go out, the landlady stopped her.
"I'll wait for my dad."
"Your father has been out for less than half an hour, so it's impossible to come back so early, and sit here with peace of mind," said the landlady.
Lin Momo still stood by the door and did not speak.
Seeing this, the landlady had no choice but to warn: "Then you are down there, don't run away."
"good."
Lin Momo moved a stool downstairs, sat at the gate on the first floor, rested her chin, and waited silently for Lin Cheng to come back.
Just as Lin Momo was staring at a few ants not far away in a daze, a subtle sound of rolling things caught her attention.
Lin Momo turned her head and saw a small thing rolled out from an alley not far away, turned around on the ground a few times and then lay flat in a shallow pit.
The thing shimmered under the street lamp.
Lin Momo walked over suspiciously and took a look, only to find that it was a one dollar coin.
Lin Momo picked up the coin and looked around, but didn't see anyone. Instead, she saw another one yuan coin not far away.
Lin Momo walked over, picked up the coin, and looking forward, there was another coin.
Going straight ahead, only a short distance away, Lin Momo has already picked up seven or eight coins.
Looking at the coin in his hand, Lin Momo showed a puzzled expression.
Not only her, but the audience in the live broadcast room were also very puzzled.
[Why are there so many coins in this place? 】
[Could someone accidentally drop it? When I was in elementary school, I was like this again. I went out with a lot of coins at home, and I didn’t notice that my pocket was leaking, and I lost it all the way. 】
[It is possible, I have also experienced this situation. 】
[Or did the show crew put it on purpose? ] Someone guessed.
However, this guess was quickly overturned by others.
[How is it possible, with the peeing nature of this dog program group, do you think they would be so kind? 】
[That is, if the program group participates a little bit, it will not make Lin Cheng and Lin Momo's family record a parent-child reality show as a survival program. 】
[Is it possible that they are Lin Cheng's fans? 】
After all, in several other live broadcast rooms, fans have already sent supplies in various ways during the process of father leading the baby to work.
[Although I don't want to say that, but do you think Lin Cheng has fans? 】
The main part of the show has not yet been aired. In the previous trailer, Lin Cheng’s shots were almost “cut plum”, and the few clips left behind by Lin Momo were almost all gangsters. So, at present, except for the live broadcast room Apart from passer-by fans, not to mention fans, there are very few who can recognize Lin Cheng and Lin Momo, the father-daughter combination.
[Also, if it was really done by the show crew or fans, why didn't you just put a hundred-yuan bill in it? What is the use of such a few dollars? 】
…
Outside the studio.
In the big conference room of the program group, Mr. Lin was staring at the live broadcast screen intently. Seeing this netizen's words, Mr. Lin turned his head to look at the assistant behind him.
"That's right, why don't you just let them put a hundred-yuan bill, what can these few dollars do?" Could it improve their baby Momo's life?
Mr. Lin gave the incompetent assistant a dissatisfied look.
Originally, the old man could just watch the live broadcast at home and have fun, and he didn't intend to interfere with the filming of this show, but he didn't expect that when he turned on the live broadcast, he would see their family Momo suffering.
Seeing his great-grandson suffer, Mr. Lin couldn't sit still, and he came here directly before waiting for the people below to connect.
The assistant Xiao Zhou at the side was a little ashamed in the face of Mr. Lin's doubts, and explained in a low voice: "The main reason is that putting a hundred yuan is too...too ostentatious, and it is easy to make people suspicious."
A big red ticket lying on the ground is not only easy to pick up, but also seems too deliberate.
After a pause, Assistant Xiao Zhou said again: "And it may be confiscated by the program team because of the huge amount."
As Assistant Xiao Zhou spoke, he glanced at the people in the program group next to him.
"Confiscated? Who said it should be confiscated?" The old man blew on his beard and looked at the chief director next to him.
The chief director quickly put on a smile, waved his hand and said, "No, no, it won't be confiscated. The money we picked up doesn't belong to the program's 'illegal' income, and we won't confiscate it."
After all, the other groups also received a lot of support from fans.
The chief director silently wiped off his sweat and continued to maintain a reserved state.
He didn't know the identity of the old man in front of him, but today this man was welcomed in by their director himself.
Before leaving, the director made a special statement that this person's identity is not simple, so he was asked to follow the other party's wishes in everything.
Everything is a cloud in front of capital.
Before, Xingshi Entertainment hoped that they would sacrifice Lin Cheng's team to win Duanbei, of course he wanted to give face to the other party, but now, this old man wants to give Lin Momo a group of 'air investment resources', what can he do.
"Then I'll let the people over there change to one hundred?" Assistant Xiao Zhou asked.
"Did I tell you to put a hundred?" The old man glared at Assistant Zhou, waved his hand again, and said, "Don't worry, just wait and see."
Putting one hundred is indeed a bit deliberate.
Mr. Lin didn't care what the audience thought, he was mainly afraid of scaring Lin Momo.
Assistant Xiao Zhou, who knew the old man's temper well, didn't take the old man's "returning on his word" to heart at this time. After a pause, Assistant Xiao Zhou said again: "Don't worry, I'm afraid someone will pick you up if you put it outside. I'm in the innermost alley." Someone even put a bunch of small change." At least sixty or seventy yuan.
Hearing this, Mr. Lin nodded in satisfaction, and continued to stare at Lin Momo in the picture with concern.
However, what everyone didn't expect was that Lin Momo suddenly stopped in the middle of walking.
Looking at the unfamiliar alley in front of her, Lin Momo hesitated: She had heard from other elders in their yard before that some villains would deceive children with small toys and candies, and after deceiving the children away, they would sell them in bulk '.
What if the money was not dropped by someone, but was put there on purpose?
After squeezing seven or eight coins in her hand, Lin Momo suddenly turned around and ran towards the outside of the alley.
Lin Momo ran to the street at the entrance of the alley in one breath.
At this time, the lights were still on in the security box next to the street.
Lin Momo knocked on the door, and the security police inside opened the door for Lin Momo.
"Kid, what's the matter?"
"Uncle, I found the money." Lin Momo handed a few coins to the policeman, pointed to the direction she came from, and said, "It's in the alley."
"I don't know who lost it, can I give it to you first..." Lin Momo told the police what she knew, then turned around and ran back to the small building where they lived, and continued to wait for Lin Cheng to come back .
However, this time, Lin Momo didn't dare to stay at the gate any longer, and moved the bench obediently back to their room to wait for Lin Cheng.
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On the other hand, Assistant Xiao Zhou regretted watching his carefully planned 'airdrop' operation being breached by Lin Momo's efforts to collect money.
But Mr. Lin's mood was even more complicated: on the one hand, he felt a little bit of pride in his great-grandson's ability to pick up money, and on the other hand, he was worried that Lin Momo would continue to suffer.
…
One plan failed, Mr. Lin was not in a hurry to make another one.
Leaving the office building of the program group, on the way back, Mr. Lin was sitting in the car, still thinking about how to make Lin Momo's life rich without anyone noticing.
"Tell me, our little Momo is so smart, how can we not make her suspicious..." The old man stroked his beard and muttered.
Assistant Xiao Zhou's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to remind the old man: The whole matter has not been fully investigated yet, even the DNA samples for identification have not been obtained, Lin Momo may not belong to your family .