She wrote the steps for making tomato sauce, stroke by stroke, very seriously. In no time, she had written half a page.
When she finished writing, she tore the paper from the notebook and handed it to Mr. Zhao, saying, "Uncle Zhao, you can go home and follow these steps to make tomato sauce."
"Okay." Mr. Zhao took the note and casually put it in his pocket.
After Ni Yang left, Mr. Zhao resumed selling steamed buns.
When Ni Yang arrived at the restaurant, everyone was cleaning.
The place had a pure vintage decor; even the ornate frames of the ceiling lights were crafted in traditional style. Wooden screens separated the tables, and the carvings on them depicted Tang poems and Song Dynasty lyrics, radiating an elegant aura.
Even doing nothing in such an environment would make one feel relaxed and joyful.
"Yangyang is here, this is the sample clothes delivered by the clothing factory this morning." said Wang Tieniu, handing over a small bag.
