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   Luo Chun, who is in charge of the melon seed workshop, Ruan Dali, who is in charge of the oil extraction workshop, and Wang Kangfu, who is the instant noodle workshop.

   And, Da Zhuang running over the Fucheng.

   Da Zhuang is the elder brother of Da Qiang who grows ten acres of sunflowers. He has been looking for work in Fucheng before, and he is relatively familiar with Fucheng. Shu Yu asked him what he thought, and later arranged for him to sell instant noodles in Fucheng.

  The last time she came back from Changjin Mansion, she saw that several stores were selling instant noodles, which was due to Da Zhuang.

   It happened that he was also in the workshop today, so the big ox brought him too.

   There are not many people, but after this period of experience, everyone is in good spirits.

   I probably heard from Daniel when I came here. This time, we were discussing about opening a shop in Fucheng, so as soon as we came in, a few people sat down and drank two sips of water, and then we talked straight to the point.

   "I think the idea of ​​jingle is a good idea, but how to make it up is a problem."

   "Didn't Da Zhuang spend a lot of time in Fucheng? Is there a more popular jingle over there?"

   "Dazhuang, you've seen a lot, and you know about Fucheng. Would you try to make one up?"

   Da Zhuang was looked at by several people, Rao is a very thick-skinned person, and he was a little embarrassed at this time.

   He scratched his head, "How can I know this?"

   Daniel smiled and said, "It's okay, you try it, if you can't change it."

   "Then... I really tried?"

"Come."

  Da Zhuang coughed lightly, and after thinking for a while, he began to say, "Melon seeds are good, melon seeds are wonderful, our melon seeds are the best, fragrant, delicious and cheap. Let's take a look and see..."

   "Stop, stop." Luo Chun hurriedly stopped him, "You're not joking, you're peddling."

  Dazhuang, "..." Thinking about it carefully, it seems like this is the case.

   Mainly because when he used to work in Fucheng, he also worked as a small street vendor. Although the business was not very good, he had developed a habit of selling.

   He sighed, "Then you say."

   Ruan said vigorously, "I think, this jingle still needs a certain amount of knowledge to make it up, it's just like making a fuss."

So everyone raised their eyes to look at Wang Kangfu. Although the several stewards present were working hard to read and write, they were only able to understand the deed books and account books and calculate the numbers. Such things as writing essays need to be taught systematically. They totally don't.

   Except... Wang Kangfu.

  Wang Kangfu, who is in his forties this year, is the oldest present.

   He used to be a chef. He is very good at kneading and making pasta, and he is also very thoughtful. It's just that the restaurant where he was working changed its business model earlier, and the white chef who specializes in pastry like him used less, and the owner wanted to reduce the wages.

  Wang Kangfu was not happy and left in a fit of rage.

   Later, I saw instant noodles and liked it very much. I wanted to know how this thing was made.

   He inquired and inquired, and he was discovered. Da Niu suspected that he wanted to steal the recipe, and only after chatting did he find out that he was a white case master. After discussing with Shu Yu, they recruited people, and the salary was the same as when he was a chef in the back kitchen of the restaurant.

  Wang Kangfu is very happy, and Shu Yu said that he is not restricted to study other pasta, but it must be mass-produced and traded like instant noodles.

  Shu Yu knows that there are not only instant noodles in modern times, but noodles and noodles can also be soaked and eaten.