Jia Yun lived a sad and difficult life for more than ten years, but Jia Cong didn't care at all: Who in this world can live without hardship?

Seeing that Jia Yun was pitiful, Jin Que quietly got up and made a cup of tea foam, handed it to Jia Yun, and advised him softly: "Uncle Yun, don't take it to heart. Our young master is a mean-mouthed person. For this reason, he has almost never been raped."

I'll beat him to death! But even this won't change his bad mouth. Don't be the same as him. Sit down and have a cup of tea. Don't be disgusted. We don't have any good tea here..."

Seeing Jinque turning against each other, Jia Cong couldn't laugh or cry, but Jia Yun hurriedly said: "Sister's words are serious, and every word of Uncle Cong is a good word. Jia Yun will definitely remember it in her heart, and she will not dare to live up to Uncle Cong's painstaking teachings.

"

After hearing this, Jia Cong said proudly: "Well, you see, even Brother Yun said this. What do you know? It's almost lunch time. You can at least think of something and see where you can get it.

Any ideas for something to eat?”

After hearing this, Jinque was both angry and amused. She pouted and replied, "Master, where can I go to get food for you? If you can't, just eat me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the noisy footsteps in the yard. The three of them hurriedly raised their eyes to look out the window, but it turned out that several maids had come in carrying large food boxes.

Jin Que couldn't help but asked strangely: "Huh? It's so strange. Are these girls dazzled or dizzy? Why did they go to the wrong yard?"

Jia Cong knew in his heart that this must be Mrs.

In a moment, several girls came into the house. They hurriedly said hello to Jia Cong, then hurriedly set out the food, and then quietly left.

Jinque saw this scene from the side, and was so surprised that her eyes almost fell to the ground, and she cried out: "Is this a dream, or they haven't woken up, why...how..."

Jia Cong didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and greeted with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether it's dreaming or not awake. If you have something to eat, eat it quickly!"

As he talked, he hurriedly made arrangements and asked Jia Yun and Jin Que to sit down and eat. His heart ached: these plates of chicken, duck and fish are extremely expensive, one hundred and ninety taels of silver, how dare you waste it?

For a moment, Jia Yun made some concessions before taking a seat, but Jin Que refused to go to the table to eat, and only stood aside to serve the two of them.

Jia Cong greeted her again and again, but when she saw Jinque refused to come to the table to eat, she had no choice but to give up. He first brought her clean dishes and put them aside, and then he and Jia Yun ate together.

Although Jia Yun had figured it out in her heart at this time, her face was still a little confused for the moment, so she couldn't help but sneer, lowering her head and just plucking the white rice into her mouth.

Seeing him like this, Jia Cong couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Yun, what do you and I have to be embarrassed about? You live in poverty and I am not rich either; you are looked down upon by others, who has ever given me a good look?

We are the same kind of people, what else are you embarrassed about?"

After hearing what he said, Jia Yun hurriedly said: "No, how can I be compared with Uncle Cong? I..."

Jia Cong didn't wait for him to finish speaking and shouted: "Okay, don't say any more. Everyone has their own hardships in life. You are pitiful. There are many people who are more pitiful than you. If you feel sorry for yourself again in the future, I will take it seriously."

I don’t dare to associate with you anymore. How can I be a manly man and have only such a little bit of magnanimity?”

Jia Yun hurriedly said: "I won't do it again. Uncle Cong, don't blame me. I just thought wrong for a moment, and I will never do it again in the future."

Jia Cong then smiled and said: "That's good, I still want to discuss serious matters with you. If you have to tangle with this little guy in the Jia family every day, then you won't be able to do anything serious."

When Jia Yun heard that he was busy, he put down his chopsticks and asked: "Brother Cong, you said yesterday that you had something serious to discuss. What is going on? Is it a matter of making money?"

Jia Cong nodded hurriedly: "No. I thought of a good idea to make money early on. It's just that I'm too young, and I can't come in and out at will in this cage, so I asked you to help."

After hearing this, Jia Yun hurriedly asked: "What's a good idea? Brother Cong, please tell me!"

Jia Cong also smiled and said: "We sell kebabs!"

"BBQ skewers? What are BBQ skewers?" Jia Yun was confused and had no idea what Jia Cong was talking about.

"Kebabs are made by cutting the meat into small pieces, skewering it, grilling it on charcoal, and sprinkling it with spices. It's very delicious!"

Jia Cong's mouth watered when he said it. In his last life, he loved to eat this delicacy that was popular in the streets. He never thought that one day he would be able to bring this delicacy to the world of Red Mansions. Just thinking about it gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

"Ah...is this it? Is this okay? Would anyone be willing to eat this kind of thing?"

Jia Yun was full of doubts. He had thought of many ideas in order to make a fortune, and he had also carefully considered opening a small restaurant to sell food. Therefore, as soon as Jia Cong expressed his thoughts, he immediately felt that it was a bit unreliable.

Let’s not talk about whether this thing is delicious or not. Nowadays, those who can go to restaurants to eat are the rich and wealthy. What they pay attention to is the exquisiteness of the dishes. As soon as you hear this kebab, you can tell that it doesn’t look good. Those are pretentious.

How can rich people buy it?

"It works, why not?" Jia Cong said with a smile: "If you want to sell something, it's not just about selling things. What we want to sell is feelings and a trend. Do you understand?"

"Feelings? Trend? What do you mean?"

Jia Yun is an ancient person. How can a serious ancient person understand what Jia Cong is saying?

"Well...how can I tell you this..." Jia Cong thought for a moment before speaking: "For example, if the emperor likes to eat these kebabs, then will all the civil and military officials in his court and everyone in the world also like to eat them?

Want to follow the trend? This is the sentiment and the trend, do you understand?"

"Oh...that's what I mean..." Jia Yun pondered for a long time, then nodded, and then asked doubtfully: "Brother Cong, do we have to find a way to make the emperor eat our kebabs first? This is a bit

It’s too difficult, how can the emperor eat our folk food? He has an imperial dining room..."

"puff……"

Jia Cong sprayed rice.

The thinking of the ancients was really linear, and they did not understand what divergent thinking was.

"Brother Yun, it's like this..." Jia Cong explained while wiping the spurted rice grains: "It doesn't have to be eaten by the emperor. Don't we have ready-made role models in front of us? For example, the master in our mansion

Ladies, as well as those young masters, such as Baoyu, Jia Lian, and their gang of friends, can't they all try to eat and play first? If they like it, I'm afraid it won't be long before the whole capital is

All the dandies will like it, and then we will promote it to ordinary people’s homes on a large scale..."

"Oh... So that's it." Jia Yun suddenly realized it, but then she frowned and was full of doubts: "Brother Cong, I didn't say it, so why don't I think it's unreliable?"

"Reliable, reliable, absolutely reliable, everything is possible, it just depends on how we operate."
Chapter completed!