Godly Auxiliary System

When this person spoke, he seemed a bit too stingy. He spent money to buy it, but he actually didn't want it anymore …    

Someone looked over and saw a young man holding a cake in his hands. His expression was one of infatuation and he appeared to be exaggerating.    

What was wrong with this young man? Was there a need to show such an expression in broad daylight?    

After that, everyone shifted their gaze to his hand. A half-bitten, golden-white hand without a bite grabbed onto the biscuit, and at the same time, a strange fragrance suddenly drifted over. Those who smelled it couldn't help but swallow their saliva, feeling that it was difficult to resist.    

His feet couldn't help but move. A man licked his lips and was about to walk over, but someone beside him pulled him, "What are you doing? The meat buns are about to be sorted out."    

"Forget it, there are so many people anyway. I'll go and try the cake. I haven't eaten it for many days. I don't know why, but I suddenly feel like eating it."    

The people around him also felt strange. It wasn't that he hadn't eaten a cake before, but today's taste was somehow alluring. After thinking for a moment, he also walked over. He didn't pay for it, so he decided to taste the cake today.    

After a while, a group of people gathered in front of Yang Yongye's stall.    

"Boss, give me a hand to grab a biscuit."    

"Boss, my meat and eggs!"    

The customers continuously asked, looking at the people in front of them, Yang Yongye suddenly felt a little caught unprepared, and immediately said: "Okay, okay, wait, come one by one."    

His subordinates started to get busy, but in their hearts, they were very happy. Finally, this business was no longer deserted.    

The vendor glanced over in disdain. In his opinion, these people who sold meat buns were all trash.    

Time passed minute by minute, following his movements, Yang Yongye's new technique became more and more familiar.    

The second passerby who bought a biscuit closed his eyes after tasting it.    

This hand was completely different from before.    

Although he couldn't tell what exactly the difference was, the delicate taste was oily and not greasy. It was smooth and refreshing and had a refreshing fragrance that made one feel relaxed after eating it.    

"This cake is too delicious."    

"How on earth did you make it? Delicious, so delicious!"    

Those who had just finished their meal were full of praise.    

Those who were still waiting behind, after smelling the smell, felt tormented, and wanted to eat even more.    

Originally, he could make two to three cake in ten minutes at the same time. But right now, in order to control the temperature and seasonings more precisely, normally only one cake would be made in ten minutes.    

The surrounding people were all eagerly waiting, their eyes were filled with greed as they looked at the people beside them who had already been bought.    

A customer was holding a biscuit in his hands and eating it non-stop. Someone behind him pushed him, "You've already bought it. Hurry up and get out of the way."    

The customer said, "No, I suddenly want to buy another one …"    

After he finished speaking, he suddenly saw that the row of people behind him were looking at him with a murderous look. His body suddenly trembled, "Cough cough, we definitely cannot delay everyone. Then, I'll line up at the back of the line …"    

"Daddy, I want to eat the cake!" The child held the meat bun that he had just bought, and suddenly looked at the other side with a greedy look. His little face was filled with longing, and it seemed as if he was about to drool.    

The man at the side was angered and scolded, "You rascal! I told you to go buy a hand cake just now, but you didn't eat it. Now that you haven't taken a bite of the meat buns yet, you're going to use a different method. Is your skin itchy?"    

The child's face scrunched up. He didn't dare to speak anymore and could only watch.    

The man suddenly patted his son's head and smiled, "Alright then, bring the meat buns over for dad to eat. Don't hold on anymore, go queue up to buy some bread."    

After saying that, he directly led the children and lined up behind them. After all, this was his own bear son. He deserved to eat it, so he could buy it.    

Having set an example, the other children could no longer be bothered. They all began to act coquettishly with the adults. "I want to eat the cake with my hands. I want to eat the cake with my hands."    

"Devilish brat!"    

"Eating is fun!"    

The parents angrily rebuked him, but in the end, they changed their minds. They had been waiting for so long, so they hadn't paid for it.    

He had just made a lamb bun, and as usual, he gave less than half of the meat to the stall owner. The customer in front of him said to him, "Boss, why don't you return the money to me? I don't want this meat bun anymore."    

"If we can do this, how can we retreat?" The meat bun vendor was speechless.    

"It's fine if you don't want to return. I don't want the money either. I won't come again in the future. It's bad for you to put so little meat, hur hur!" The customer sneered and then walked over to the party with the bread in hand.    

"You!" The meat bun vendor was flustered, and before he could say anything, the remaining people in front of the stall were also in an uproar. They all said:    

"Forget it, forget it. We don't need it anymore."    

"No, let's go eat some bread."    

The originally popular booth suddenly became empty. The Eight-Eyed Tiger was stunned. What's going on? What happened? Wasn't it like this before?    

He still didn't understand. Previously, it was because the parents didn't have a choice and people liked to go to places with many people. Now that the real delicacies appeared, the rest wouldn't choose themselves anymore.    

A lively scene appeared on the square. Many people lined up in front of the pie stalls in their hands. Some of them finished their food and went back to the end of the line to line up silently.    

Yang Yongye didn't even know how long she had been busy. In short, the sky had already darkened. When he finished the last portion, she was suddenly stunned.    

There were no more materials.    

There were still many people in front of the booth.    

"What, ran out of materials?"    

"No way, I've been waiting for so long!"    

"Boss, didn't you say you had a lot of food? How many are there? That's all, this is a fake advertisement!"    

Yang Yongye sweated. He had already done who knows how many times and when the materials were used up, it was impossible for this to happen in the past. It could only be said that the business was way too hot.    

"Everyone, why don't we come back tomorrow? There's really nothing left today." Yang Yongye said whatever she wanted to say, and finally persuaded the customers in front of the stalls. Some of them secretly made the decision that they would definitely line up early tomorrow.    

After she closed the stall, Yang Yongye was very excited. He did not expect that the techniques the Ye had taught him would be so powerful, he felt that her hands had made them for nothing, and that it had completely changed his life. If her business could continue to flourish, then her future would be filled with hope.    

As soon as he got home, he called: "Hello, Ye... "No, I don't even know what to say anymore. Today's business is great, especially the method you taught me to sell your bread. I finished all the materials, this is simply …"    

Yang Yongye was so excited that her words were incoherent.    

Ye Lee had already expected this situation, and laughed on the other side: "Alright, I understand, true delicacies will not be buried, isn't that good?"    

With the previous example, Ye Lee knew how abnormal this delicacy skill was. Uncle Yang was already familiar with this skill, but felt comfortable seeing that he was able to pull herself together from his business.    

"However, it is … "There's really too many people. If this continues every day, it doesn't feel like a solution …" Yang Yongye said. He never thought that there would be so many people.    

"It's nothing much, of course the more the better, but Uncle Yang, if you feel tired, you can consider contacting Boss Zhang who sells ramen noodles. He has recently decided to open a chain store, you guys are all food makers, you can all join him together …" Ye Lee suggested.    

"This is indeed a solution …" Yang Yongye started to think upon hearing this. She had never thought that she could make the cake that she had into scale.    

Ye Lee also did not know that one of his casual words today had helped the entire city gain the best reputation, the best taste, and finally, the birth of a large food group that had swept across the entire nation. Of course, that was all later.