She gets up at 3:30 every morning, wraps all the buns at 5:30, steams the buns at 6:30, puts the buns into categories and puts them into insulated baskets wrapped in quilts before 6:30, and then takes her son downstairs.
There is a simple pedal tricycle downstairs. The buns with each kind of stuffing are placed in a separate basket on the back of the vehicle. Together with Xuanxuan, they slowly drive towards the school...
There is a small hospital opposite the school, and those who go to and from the hospital are Xiao Feng's target customers.
But today it's a little different.
As soon as she came downstairs, she saw the old lady on the first floor looking into her basket inquiringly, and then asked hesitantly: "Xiao Feng, I always smell the smell of green onions. Did you make the buns with pork and green onions?"
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Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment.
She could never make this stuffing well, the response was mediocre, and she didn’t sell it for a long time. At this moment, she couldn’t help but panic:
"I'm sorry, Grandma Li, I just steamed some flower rolls. Did it smell too much and affect everyone?"
As a tenant, you should always be extra careful in this regard. People in the community treat her very well.
Like Grandma Li on the first floor, sometimes when she doesn't come back, the other party invites Xuanxuan to come in and play.
This is why Xiao Feng attaches great importance to everyone’s opinions.
However, Grandma Li waved her hand:
"Whose cooking is tasteless? You just have to eat the smelly snail noodles every day. Last year, the girl upstairs ate this every night. Ouch, I'm old, why can't I get used to that smell?
Where is your son?"
She walked over slowly: "Bring me two of your flower rolls. The onion smell is so fragrant that I couldn't hold it back even in the middle of the night."
Okay, there is business before leaving the yard, and Xiao Feng doesn't mind wasting up for a while.
At this moment, he lifted up the thermal quilt with numbness, and then grabbed two soft, hot and noisy flower rolls with gloves and took them out.
The flower roll is not big, about the size of a girl's fist. The soft dough, which is slightly yellowish in color due to the melted onion oil and chopped green onion, is dotted with a little powder of thirteen incense, and it looks slightly thicker due to the high temperature.
Dark green green onions.
As soon as the insulation cover was opened, Grandma Li's mouth watered due to the fragrant aroma.
She quickly changed her words:
"Bring me four - no, bring me eight!"
Xiao Feng was surprised.
But she didn't say much, and just asked again:
"Grandma Li, are you up at Uncle Cao's house upstairs? These green onions were given by Uncle Cao yesterday. I originally wanted to send some steamed buns and flower rolls, but it's too early and I'm afraid it will affect their sleep."
"Ouch, this Xiao Cao!"
Grandma Li was dissatisfied: "The onion tastes so good. It must be an authentic farm food. Where did he, a grown man, buy it? I have to ask him."
Just as he was talking, the window upstairs opened with a swish. Uncle Grass Carp’s wife was seen sticking her head out of the living room window:
"Xiao Feng! Why did the green onions smell so good last night? It turns out you were the one who made the flower rolls today. Give me eight of them."
With that said, he hurried downstairs.
"Oh, it smells like this. I've been thinking about it all night, and I can't help but drool in my dreams."
Xiao Feng quickly took eight flower rolls, turned around and packed some more steamed buns:
"Auntie, this is the dish that Uncle Cao gave me yesterday. How can I ask you to pay for it? Just take it and eat it."
Lao Cao's wife was just about to say something, but her stomach growled impatiently. She blushed, opened her mouth and took a bite of the flower roll——
It wasn't until she swallowed this huge mouthful that she put away her hand that was about to pay with a complex expression, and then sincerely suggested: "Xiao Feng, then I'll accept it shamelessly."
If I had known that these green onions were so fragrant, I wouldn’t have given them to me casually. But I gave them to them—
"Listen to my aunt, don't sell these steamed buns, just sell these flower rolls from now on."
"That's it!" Grandma Li originally planned to take the flower roll home, but when she saw Lao Cao's wife started eating it on the spot, she couldn't hold back.
At this moment, three mouthfuls of flower rolls as big as fists went into her stomach. Xiao Feng was still afraid that she would choke, so the old lady sincerely suggested: "You can sell it at the gate of the community, your bag (this chapter is not finished yet!)
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The food is not as good as the one in Qiaotou, but I have never tasted such delicious hanaki in my life. I’m sure I’ll make money.”
Their loud voices echoed in the yard, and before long, people coming to work and people visiting the vegetable market came over one after another.
Xiao Feng was busy in the community, sweating profusely, until Xuan Xuan looked at him aggrievedly: "Mom, you are going to be late."
Only then did she react, then hurriedly got on the tricycle and quickly rushed out of the community.
No need to ask, I came late to set up the stall.
Fortunately, the hospital provides meals in the morning and evening, so the delay does not have much impact. On the contrary, the steamed buns are paired with flower rolls and are sold in the community.
She sent Xuanxuan to the school gate, and then grabbed three flower scrolls for him:
"Be good, it's not school time yet, you can eat here, and then go to school after eating."
The school was very strict and did not allow children to eat anything from outside. She looked around and then went to the side to buy a cup of soy milk.
This kind of soy milk is freshly made by others and costs 2 yuan and 50 a cup. Xiao Feng was a little heartbroken when he bought it.
But thinking about Hanamaki who was crazy about receiving good reviews this morning, her heart couldn't help but beat loudly.
If I use such good green onions to make flower rolls from now on, will I be able to make more money?
After all, there are only so many green onion embellishments on the flower roll, so no matter how expensive it is, the cost won’t be much higher, right?
While thinking about it, she opened the basket of flower rolls again. The aroma of green onions slowly spread into the air, and pedestrians on the road couldn't help but stop.
At 7:50, Xuanxuan entered the school.
At 8:30, all Xiao Feng's steamed buns and rolls were sold out.
As soon as she packed up the basket, she got on her three-wheeler and hurried back. She happened to meet Lao Cao who was about to go out to find some fishing friends to get some crucian carp, so she quickly asked:
"Uncle! Uncle Cao! Where did you buy those green onions?"
Lao Cao was stunned: "It's a remote village where people grow it on their own land."
As he said this, he thought of something again: "Oh, by the way, I heard that they will be selling vegetables at the riverside market this morning. It seems to be around nine o'clock."
"The boss is a young girl."
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.
But Xiao Feng's eyes lit up. He packed up his things, hurriedly went downstairs and rushed into the bus.
I’ve decided, starting from tomorrow I will only be making Hanamaki!
After taking two buses, Xiao Feng managed to rush to the riverside market at half past nine. He was a little anxious and didn't know if any of the vegetable stalls were closed at this time.
However, as soon as he entered the vegetable market, he saw an old pickup truck following behind him and parked steadily at the corner.
A very beautiful young girl got out of the car. She opened the truck bed in a familiar manner and took out a basket of very familiar red onions.
Then, a large group of aunts came from all directions in an instant.
The clear voice of the young girl inside still echoes in my ears——
"Twenty yuan and three taels! Don't make a mistake!"