Chapter Forty-Seven New Idea

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  With two little brats added at home, the atmosphere suddenly became lively, and the usually quiet old house also had a breath of life.

  Xiao Bao holds his new toy gun and runs wildly, unaffected by obstacles, revealing his crazy potential.

  Zhao Jing didn't seem to like Song Jie very much. Originally, she was the only lovely little girl in the house, but now another even more lovely one had appeared, immediately giving Zhao Jing a sense of crisis. The grandfather's house that she didn't like also gave her a hint of possessiveness.

  Zhao Jing was not very old and had not yet reached the age where she could conceal her emotions, so the hostility in her eyes was fully exposed. Song Jie didn't take this little kid seriously at all, and the watermelon in her mouth tasted "crunchy" and sweet. Hmm, this melon is really refreshing and sweet!

  The little girl opposite had her eyes blazing, with a feeling of being ignored. What to do? The little girl's eyes rolled around and thought she should show off her authority in this house.

  She was extremely childish and coquettish beside her grandparents, speaking in a particularly annoying tone. When someone responded, she raised her chin and glared at Song Jie with an air of superiority, as if to say "I'm really awesome". Song Jie almost spat out the watermelon seeds she was eating.

  This girl is so cheerful, Song Jie almost burst out laughing. If she hadn't known that her smile would be remembered by the little brat in front of her for a lifetime, she really couldn't have held it back.

  Song Jie said that from now on this girl is her own happy fruit, just like the little swallow of Huang Ama, hehe.

  Seeing Song Jie's disheveled appearance, Zhao Jing felt that she had won and finally managed to put the little kid who was younger than her under her feet. Her mood suddenly improved. But she didn't expect that he was actually amused by her.

  It seems like two people's brain waves are not even on the same channel...

  It's not easy for the eldest grandson to come back once, and Zhao Mu is also heartbroken for the child. The dishes she made are better than yesterday, with an additional roasted chicken, and more meat in the dishes, as if putting a month's worth of meat into this one meal.

  Song Jie took one look at the dish and knew that she would be eating vegetarian for the rest of the month. Having no money is really making every step difficult.

  At the dinner table, Zhao Jing and Song Jie were still at odds with each other, they were truly born enemies. Whatever dish Song Jie picked up, Zhao Jing would quickly go up to grab it, and the two of them started fighting over chopsticks.

  The people at the dinner table weren't blind, so they naturally saw it.

  "Cough cough" The old man spoke up to stop them, and the two little rascals were like punctured balloons, immediately deflating, obediently putting their heads down to count the rice grains in front of them.

  Song Jie finally had a good meal, usually the dishes are really not greasy, she felt that she had lost weight. Improving her life is imperative, she sighed again.

  This time Li Li didn't make any trouble during dinner, and the atmosphere at home was very pleasant.

  Days passed happily for the elderly. Song Jie secretly lamented that her family's demands were really too low, and they were a group of people who were easily satisfied.

  For the past half month, Zhao Juan has been reviewing her lessons whenever she had nothing to do. Song Jie followed her grandma around visiting relatives and having fun, everyone in the whole street knew that Old Zhao's family had a lovely and sweet-tempered granddaughter who was as beautiful as jade and snow.

  Song Jie wasn't just idle either, she was also exploring the surrounding markets to see if she could do some small business. After all, this is the capital, and the spring breeze of reform and opening up must have blown here first.

  Song Jie found that her grandma's house was not far from some textile mills and factories, and people often passed by the vegetable market on their way to work. Some people are really making a profit, and learning from the experience of predecessors should bring some gains.

  But how should this mouth be opened? Being too clever can make her be regarded as a freak, which also doesn't conform to her low-key philosophy.

  After some deliberation, Song Jie decided to adapt to local conditions. The vegetable market opens every day, and it shouldn't be difficult to find the right opportunity.

  After that, Song Jie followed her grandma to buy vegetables every day, like a shadow that couldn't be shaken off.

  She gradually figured out a bit of the situation. At 7:00 in the morning, it was time for workers to go to work, and at 11:30 noon, it was time for them to get off work. There was only one hour for lunch, and the time was very tight. Often some workers would come out to buy buns or pancakes at the vegetable market, and eat with pickles.

  What's more, they simply ate the cold mantou brought from home.

  Song Jie thought this should be a business opportunity. In an era where food was not yet diversified, making the first bucket of gold should be easy.

  Song Jie followed Zhao Mu out to buy vegetables again, she pretended to look around and asked in confusion: "Grandma, why isn't there anyone selling Jianbing here? I want to eat it." After saying that, she pretended to swallow her saliva, looking like she really wanted to eat it.

  "Zhao's mother was somewhat puzzled: 'What steamed buns and fruit are you talking about? I've never heard of it.'"

  "Jianbing guozi is just jianbing guozi, I heard that Beijing has it for sale, why can't we find it here?"

  "I haven't heard of anyone selling this, and I don't know if it's good or not. If it's good, Grandma will make it for you to eat when she gets home, okay?" Zhao Mu was a doting parent who didn't want her child to lose out on food.

  Song Jie heard that there was a way, and hurriedly increased her horsepower: "Good doing, I've heard people say it before, making a pancake with an egg on top, spreading sweet sauce, adding vegetables and meat, it's delicious. Grandma, let's go back and make some, I've been wanting to eat for a long time." As she spoke, she pulled her grandma's hand and twisted it, looking like a little glutton.

  Mrs. Zhao had always doted on this granddaughter, although the family was not wealthy, but the child rarely spoke, so she decided to indulge her anyway. Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth and bought a catty of meat on the way back, not knowing whether she would be scolded by the old man or not.

  Song Jie knew that her request was a bit unreasonable, and the guilt that sprouted in her heart was pressed back by her. After all, she had to find a way out.

  Back home, Song Jie began to take command, instructing her grandma to make a thin pancake, sticking it in the pot. When the pancake puffed up, she used chopsticks to poke a hole in it and poured an egg inside. She flipped it over and fried it until it was golden brown on both sides.

  A pancake was done, Song Jie took out the sweet sauce from home and applied a thin layer on the pancake. It's worth mentioning that Grandma is an expert in making sauces, she can make all kinds of flavors, otherwise Song Jie wouldn't have dared to suggest this.

  The pancake was placed on a plate, and Song Jie spread the stir-fried cucumber shreds inside. Originally, people used potato shreds and bean sprouts, but now there were no greenhouses, so they just made do with what they had.

  Originally, the meat was supposed to be stewed in a pot, but it would have wasted too much firewood, so Song Jie changed it to stir-fried shredded meat.

  Put the shredded meat and cucumber shreds on the pancake, drizzle a few drops of sauce, wrap it into a rectangular shape with the pancake, and a fried pancake fruit is done. It's just that the filling inside has changed to Songshi Hu Zhuang filling, but the taste is not bad either, no harm done.

  This pancake is too expensive in eggs, one egg for a pancake, the old lady's eyebrows are twitching with distress.