In addition to this, there is another reason why he is not particularly concerned about the possibility of aging, and that is that he is confident that even if others copy it, they will never be able to catch up with his own new products.

After all, in addition to these snacks made with glutinous rice flour, eggs and milk are all useful tools for making snacks. In addition, flour can also be divided into high-gluten, medium-gluten and low-gluten.

Therefore, there are many ways to age.

After successfully making the new mince cake, both of them looked happy, but at this moment Chen Nian suddenly made another suggestion.

"Sister, after such a long time, I have a question that I can't figure out."

"What?"

"That's why the dim sum shop doesn't have a name. The recognition is too low now."

Lu Ke has become accustomed to saying all kinds of novel words: "Because I don't know what to call it."

"How about just calling me Lu Wanxing?"

Lu Wanxing is Lu Ke's Fu Xin. At this time, there are still many people who use their own names as their signatures. After all, low cultural level is a common phenomenon.

What about Wang Er's porridge shop, Zhang San's butcher shop, Li Si's sewing shop, etc.

In the past, many people's suggestions were very formal, but Lu Ke didn't feel that they were very down-to-earth, so the signboard in front of the store now only has the words "dim sum shop".

After hearing this, Chen Nian couldn't help but admire him. It was his cousin's ability to make this store so famous.

"Using my father's name as a sign...is that okay?" Lu Ke hesitated.

"No problem, sister, you see you learned your skills from my uncle. Although he is no longer here, if you make a signboard with his name, as long as the store remains open, the signboard will continue to be passed down.

, no matter who will talk about it in the future, they will know that Lu Wanxing is a person who is particularly good at reaching high points, and this is something that will last for generations and bring glory to our ancestors."

After listening to Chen Nian's good advice, Lu Ke felt that there was indeed some truth to it.

"Xiao Nian, how come you know everything?"

Chen Nian naturally cannot say that he has been bombarded by various advertisements and marketing hundreds of years later. He can only say: "When I was in Yangzhou, I heard from a friend of mine who was a salesman and a tooth press. He walked around the streets all day long.

Xiang has more knowledge, and we have a good relationship, so he will mention these things when we are eating and drinking."

"I see." Lu Ke nodded. It seems that the friends his younger brother has made are all serious people.

"Okay, I'll go back and find someone to make a new sign, but I can only write small characters. The big characters may not look good. How about you, Xiaonian?"

Chen Nianxin thought that if you asked me to write pen calligraphy, it would be okay, but if I could write calligraphy with brush, I would have to make do.

"Then what should I do? I don't know anyone who can write well. How about asking Mr. Hai?" I can't think of it anymore. I think the only person I know who can make things move is Hai Mingxian.

But after murmuring for a while, she shook her head again: "No, this person is a bit annoying and I don't want to find him."

"Sister, I don't think it's necessary to go to so much trouble. I'll go directly to that boy Fu Xin..." As he said this, Chen Nian suddenly felt that it was a bit inappropriate to call Fu Xin that boy now: "The number one scholar who lived a good life.

My friend, just write it down, just a few words."

"How can that be done?" When Lu Ke heard this, a black line suddenly appeared on his forehead. She felt that Chen Nian might not have understood how valuable the title of the number one scholar in the dynasty was.

Although the other party is only a grassroots cadre of the Hanlin Academy now, it is very likely that he will become the prime minister in the future!

So people like them usually don't write random inscriptions outside. Goods are rare and expensive, and even if they give it based on their status, it must at least be of equal status.

"That's it." Chen Nian heard Lu Ke say this and felt that it was really not good. After all, this thing is like asking a friend who can draw to help with painting in modern society. Although everyone is a friend, it is still

Need to pay money.

Of course, if the other party strongly refuses, that's one thing.

Although Chen Nian knew very well that if he spoke, Fu Xin would be happy to do so.

In this case, they had to think about who to write the inscription for. After all, Chen Nian didn't want to just find someone to write the inscription for the dim sum shop.

Signboards now are just like brand logos in the future. A good logo can impress people, but if it doesn’t work well, it’s better not to do it at all.

I couldn't think of a suitable candidate for a while, so I had to put it on hold for now.

But he took advantage of the time and found some fruits that were easier to juice and made some mince cakes.

As a result, I accidentally made too much, and the two of them couldn't finish it all.

Chen Nian thought about it and packed some more. After dinner, he went to Fu's Mansion, but he didn't go in to greet him this time. Anyway, he didn't plan to collect money this time. He just gave the pastries to the snacks at the door and went back.

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…

Fu Xin received the cakes sent by Chen Nian, and was very dissatisfied with Chen Nian's approach of staying at home. But soon after he opened it, he saw the cakes inside and smelled them, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed!

Then he called someone to bring Little Peony over on the spot.

He wants to taste it with his wife.

A piece of pastry was put into the mouth, and the fruity aroma immediately overflowed in the mouth.

Coupled with the texture of Xinbaiguo Paste, the taste is actually better than eating the fruit directly. After all, eating the fruit directly depends on the quality of the fruit, sour and sweet. Sometimes you have to endure the pain when eating a sour fruit.

Put on the mask.

But this is different. The blended juice tastes like pastry, giving it a soft and waxy texture.

Each of them ate a few pieces and found it extremely appetizing. Even their stomachs, which were a little full at night, felt much more comfortable now.

But just when he and his wife were about to finish all the pastries in one go, a servant suddenly came from outside to deliver a message: "Master, Prince Jing is here."

Prince Jing is a member of the Great Xia Dynasty, and the current emperor’s younger brother is named Li Zhao.

When Fu Xin was in the middle class, he had to attend the Qionglin Banquet, where all the middle class Jinshis had a meal together with some important ministers and some relatives of the country who held real power.

Normally, there are children of the emperor, but the current emperor has not yet given birth to an heir.

This Li Zhao was the younger brother of the Emperor of Daxia, and he was highly respected.

To be more precise, it is the relationship between fans and idols.

The new emperor is in urgent need of his own team. Although he has the support of many veterans, he still needs some fresh blood.

The emperor also strongly encouraged Li Zhaoduo to get in touch with this new champion.

After all, the real test begins after entering the court and becoming an official.

"Prince Jing is here?" Fu Xin stood up immediately after hearing this. Xiao Mudan quickly tidied up her husband's clothes, and then went out to greet him together.

"Prince Jing also came to visit me in this humble residence. I was disappointed to receive you from afar, but I hope you will forgive me."

"Where is it?" Li Zhao looks a bit mature. He looks like he is in his forties, but in fact he is just a young man in his 20s.

But he was also extremely talented. He stepped forward, hugged Fu Xin's arm, and walked towards the house in a very familiar manner: "When we meet in private, Master Fu, why do you need to be so polite?"

Little Peony loosened her arms knowingly.

After returning to the house, he greeted everyone to sit down. Prince Jing Li Zhao felt as if he was at home. He was just about to say a few polite words when he suddenly saw the crystal clear snacks on the table.

He was born in the palace and had eaten too many delicacies since he was a child.

Most of the delicious snacks from all over the country have entered his stomach, but this is the first time he has seen such snacks.

"What kind of snack is this? I haven't seen it before." Li Zhao asked curiously. He also loves to eat, so he naturally became curious about this kind of food he had never seen before.

"This is..." Fu Xin opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to know what this kind of snack was called, "Prince Jing, please wait a moment."

Then Fu Xin called the servant in the house to ask.

See if Chen Nian said what it was called when he brought the snacks over just now.

But the boy shook his head: "Back to grandpa, I don't even know."

"I don't know?" Fu Xin had no choice but to wave the opponent away and turned to look at Li Zhao: "I don't know what the desserts like Prince Jing are called, but I and my wife have already tasted them before, and they are indeed very good.

"

Li Zhao became even more curious at this time: "Where did you buy this?"

"Your Majesty, I didn't buy this snack, but it was just given by a friend of Xiaguan. But he went back after delivering it. If the prince likes it, Fu Xin will ask about it tomorrow and buy some and send them to the palace.

"Fu Xin explained.

But Li Zhao didn't say anything after hearing this, but picked it up and took a sip.

"This smell..."

"Is this made of fruit? But it seems like it's not just one kind of fruit..."

"It's delicious!" He kept nodding while eating the new mince cake.

After eating it together, I feel extremely fresh in my mouth and have endless aftertaste.

So I couldn't help but reach out and pick up another piece.

Then he kept eating one piece after another, and in a short time he had finished all the new mince cakes that had been brought to him.

He didn't react until after eating.

An apology appeared on his face: "I'm sorry, sorry, these pastries are so delicious. I just couldn't hold back after eating them... How about this, Mr. Fu, where is this pastry shop? I'll buy it again."

Some come back.”

"No, no, that's all Prince Jing likes to eat. It's just some pastries. I can go back to my friends to buy them later."
To be continued...