Ma Xiaofeng also took a bite and found that Zhao Ping'er was right, the taste was indeed a little different.
She had eaten the steamed buns made by Zhao Yuner before, so she remembered the taste.
Ma Xiaofeng's frown deepened and she said to Zhao Ping'er, "Sister Ping'er, there's no reason. I just did it the way your mother said..."
"What's going on?" Zhao Ping'er asked in confusion.
"Sister Ping'er, is there something wrong with the method your mother gave me?"
"No way, how did my mother help Zhao Yun'er do it? Just teach us how to do it now. It's impossible to teach us wrong!" Zhao Ping'er also knitted her brows together, feeling that it was not possible like what Ma Xiaofeng said.
Ma Xiaofeng felt very strange, "What's going on? Anyway, I just did what your mother said!"
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Zhao Ping'er was a little shaken in her heart. Was it her mother's teaching that was wrong or Ma Xiaofeng's learning that was wrong? Anyway, it just didn't taste as delicious as Zhao Yun'er's.
It’s better now. If it continues to be like this in the future, the taste is a bit different from what Zhao Yuner made. I don’t know if it can still be sold. After all, there are many breakfast stalls in Yangcheng. If the taste is not good enough, many people will probably not Happy to buy.
Zhao Ping'er felt worried when she left. She tried other breakfasts and always felt they tasted a bit worse.
After a while, there were gradually more and more people on the street.
However, it was as if no one had seen Zhao Yun'er's stall. No one came at all.
Zhao Ping'er looked very anxious and muttered in front of Ma Xiaofeng, "Xiaofeng, why doesn't anyone come to buy it? What should we do? We won't be able to sell it earlier, right?"
This is what Ma Xiaofeng was worried about at this time.
No one came here, and today’s income is zero. If you can’t make even a few pennies or a dozen pennies, what’s the point of working hard every day
"Sister Ping'er, is it because we just came here to set up a stall and people don't know about it, so no one comes to buy it? Otherwise, if you stand and shout a few times, people will probably come over!" Ma Xiaofeng suggested.
After hearing what Ma Xiaofeng said, Zhao Ping'er felt that it made sense, but when she was asked to shout, Zhao Ping'er felt that she couldn't shout.
There were so many people, and when she shouted, people would definitely look in her direction, which was so embarrassing.
After struggling for a while, he said to Ma Xiaofeng, "Xiaofeng, why don't you shout a few times? I don't know what to shout for!"
Ma Xiaofeng looked at Zhao Ping'er very speechlessly and said to Zhao Ping'er, "Sister Ping'er, why don't you know how to do this and that? Just leave this job to me, but you can't yell and I have to yell. Right? What’s so difficult about this? Isn’t it enough to just shout to people to sell breakfast and steamed buns? "
Ma Xiaofeng was really angry at this moment. Seeing Zhao Ping'er blaming everything on herself, she felt a little angry.
"Okay, okay, Xiaofeng, don't be angry, why don't you let me shout?" Seeing Ma Xiaofeng's gloomy face, Zhao Ping'er said quickly.
Ma Xiaofeng didn't say a word and seemed to be still angry.
She was originally depressed because of poor business, but Zhao Ping'er came over to anger her. It would be strange if she wasn't depressed.
Zhao Ping'er stood in front of the stall and shamelessly started shouting.
"I'm selling breakfast, I'm selling breakfast!"