Watching Yu Guang skillfully kneading the dough, 08 squatted decadently in the sea of consciousness: Why did his host choose to sell steamed buns when there were so many things to do?
Yu Guang was in a good mood and explained to 08 enthusiastically: "This is not a steamed bun, this is a pastry."
Unfortunately, Yu Guang's explanation did not bring much comfort to 08: "Host, wouldn't you feel embarrassed if you made this thing and sold it?"
Yu Guang smiled tenderly: "I didn't expect that a defective product like you would actually care about face, but I was negligent."
It's quite interesting that this shameless thing actually wants to have a face.
08: "." The host bullied him again.
The morning time passed in the busyness of Yu Guang, and it was not until the afternoon that it was really time to steam pastries.
The cakes had just been put on the pan and steamed for a while, when Wang Xiaotian peeked out of the room sneakily: "Auntie, it smells so good!"
Just as he was talking, Mrs. Ding reached out and pushed the person back.
Mrs. Ding nodded to Yu Guang: "You continue to work."
After that, he quickly closed the door and heard Mrs. Ding in the room scolding Wang Xiaotian for his lack of rules in a low voice. She raised her lips slightly from the corner of her eye: This old woman is quite good at educating children.
Around evening time, Yu Guang put several baskets of steamed cakes on the trolley and went directly to the factory's event square.
In recent years, it has supported economic development and people have more entertainment.
Here are several small public squares near the factory area. Every night young people come here with radios to dance disco.
As soon as the music started playing, crowds of people started to arrive soon, including old people who came with their children to watch the fun and take a walk.
There are people dancing, and naturally there are people setting up stalls. There are many stalls selling clothes and headband accessories nearby.
When they found out that Yu Guang was selling food, the stall owners looked unhappy and pointed to a position with the wind behind them for Yu Guang to pass.
What they sell is clothes, and once they get smelly, it's hard to sell them.
If this person sells chive buns, all of their stalls will be exhausted.
Yu Guang was not annoyed at all, she just quietly pushed the trolley to the position pointed out to her.
After about half an hour, a group of people had so much fun dancing that they came down to rest out of breath.
Spotting the opportunity out of the corner of his eye, he took out the self-heating bag he had made in the afternoon, threw it into the pot with the cage on it, and then filled it with water.
As a lot of heat comes out, a sweet and rich floral fragrance spreads.
It didn't take long for him to attract everyone's attention.
Sweet taste is most attractive to women and children.
Nowadays, free love is popular, and there are many couples in the small square, and there are even more attentive young men.
Seeing the female companion stop and look around, the young men immediately helped to find the source of the scent, and they also saw the stall in Yu Guang.
But before they could walk over, those greedy children led the adults at home to come over, and the stall was instantly filled with people.
An old woman with glasses and a soft face was pushed to the front by her two grandchildren.
She raised her head and smiled gently at Yu Guang: "What are you selling? It smells very strong."
This girl looks somewhat familiar.
He smiled gently at her from the corner of his eye: "It's hibiscus cake, two and a half cents each, auntie."
There is this person in the memory of the original owner. This surname is Zheng, the mother of Deputy Director He of Chen's father's factory. Before retirement, she was the principal of the primary school in the factory area.
Later, Deputy Factory Director He gave birth to twins at home, and Mrs. Zheng stayed at her son's house to help raise the grandson.
He is not short of money.
Hearing this price, Mrs. Zheng frowned slightly. Now that a meat bun only costs two cents, this girl's products are too expensive.
But the two children were standing in front of the stall, unwilling to leave.
Mrs. Zheng couldn't persuade her two children, so she could only make a fuss from Yu Guang: "You sell things here, you have a health license."
As he was talking, he saw out of the corner of his eye pulling out a piece of paper with a health license written on it from his backpack: "Is this what Auntie said?"
Mrs. Zheng originally wanted to leave because the things were dirty, but she didn't expect to be shown her face by Yu Guang.
Her face turned slightly red: "There is a price."
Before she could finish her words, she saw the stamped "Pricing Permit" showing out from the corner of her eye: "I have all the certificates with me, which one does Auntie want to see?"
I like this kind of trouble-making, which is more memorable than explaining it one by one.
After being shown off twice in a row, Mrs. Zheng blushed even more: "Then give me one!"
After all, she is a person with status. She can't just leave after asking for a price for a long time and looking at the certificate. In the end, she took her two children with her.
Although it’s too painful to buy two, it’s okay to buy one and share it with the two children. After all, I don’t lose face.
It's just that she doesn't want to come to this stall anymore.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zheng took out thirty cents from her pocket and said, "Give me change."
Yu Guang responded with a smile, then took out a simple small paper bowl folded from rice paper from his side, cut out a hibiscus cake and handed it over.
The moment the cage drawer was opened, the fragrance became stronger and stronger, and the people watching the excitement couldn't help but take two deep breaths: it was really fragrant and sweet.
Many people watching the excitement outside wanted to leave when they heard the price, but they were still curious about what this pastry worth 25 cents looked like, so they secretly stayed here to watch the excitement.
Everyone has a tendency to follow the crowd. After smelling the sweet smell and seeing so many people gathered here, they immediately came over to watch the fun.
For a moment, the area around the food stall felt like a sea of people.
It was getting darker now and the street lights on both sides of the road were already on.
Mrs. Zheng looked critically at the small paper bowl handed over from the corner of her eye. In the middle of the milky white paper bowl, there was a pastry the size of a walnut.
This pastry is transparent, made into the shape of a flower bud, and wrapped in layers.
The lower part of the center is a ball of light pink core, which looks crystal clear and quite delicate.
It's just that this thing is too small no matter how you look at it, and it's not worth twenty-five cents at all.
Feeling that she had been fooled, Mrs. Zheng pursed her lips and looked at Yu Guang in disapproval: "You are such a snack."
Her words were interrupted for the third time by Yu Guang: "Auntie, please blow it."
Mrs. Zheng was about to ask Yu Guang why, but after seeing Yu Guang's soft gaze, she subconsciously blew on the snacks.
As she moved, the bud-shaped snack slowly bloomed and turned into a blooming hibiscus flower.
The crystal clear petals completely filled up the paper bowl that was originally mostly empty.
The pink sauce in the center of the flower makes the flower even more delicate.
The bowl full of hibiscus flowers does not look as small as when it was freshly taken out of the pot.
Not only Mrs. Zheng, but also the people watching around her also exclaimed.
Mrs. Zheng’s twin grandson even jumped up and down holding her grandma’s legs: “I want it too, I want it too”
As they screamed, the surrounding crowd also became commotion, and there were voices everywhere urging people to queue up to buy pastries.
No matter whether it is expensive or not, you must buy it first before others grab it.