Chapter 203 203. New career plan
Xiao Feng’s life is very regular.
She gets up at 3:30 every morning, wraps all the buns at 5:30, steams the buns at 6:30, and puts the buns into categories before 6:30 in an insulated basket wrapped in a quilt, and then takes her with her Take your son downstairs.
There is a simple pedal tricycle downstairs. The buns with each kind of stuffing are placed in a separate basket on the rear compartment. Together with Xuanxuan, they slowly drive towards the school...
There is a small hospital opposite the school, and people 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, are you wrong?" Pork and green onion buns?”
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment.
She could never make this stuffing well, and the response was mediocre, and she didn’t sell it for a long time. At this moment, I couldn't help but panic:
"Sorry, Grandma Li, I just steamed some flower rolls. Is it too smelly and affecting everyone?"
As a tenant, you have to 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? Just don't eat the smelly snail noodles. Last year, the girl upstairs every night They all eat this, oh, I’m so old, why can’t I get used to that different smell?”
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." Xiao Feng doesn't mind delaying his business for a while.
At this moment, he opened the thermal quilt and took out two soft, hot and noisy flower rolls with gloves.
The Hanamaki is not big, probably about the size of a girl’s fist. The soft dough, which is slightly yellowish due to the melted scallion oil and chopped green onions, is dotted with a little powder of thirteen spices and chopped green onions that appear slightly dark green due to the high temperature.
As soon as the insulation cover was lifted, Grandma Li's mouth watered due to the tangy aroma.
She quickly changed her words:
“Give me four—no, give me eight!”
Xiao Feng was surprised.
But she didn't say much, and just asked again:
"Grandma Li, is Uncle Cao's house upstairs upstairs? Uncle Cao gave these onions yesterday. I originally wanted to give some as a gift. The buns and rolls went over, but it was too early and I was afraid it would affect their sleep.”
"Oh, this Xiao Cao!"
Grandma Li was not satisfied: "The onion tastes so good, it must be an authentic farm food. Where did he, an old man, buy it? I have to take it seriously Ask him. "
While he was talking, the window upstairs opened with a swish. I saw Uncle Grass Carp's daughter-in-law sticking her head out of the living room window:
"Xiao Feng! Why was the smell of onions so fragrant last night? It turns out that you wrapped the flower rolls today. I’ll take eight.”
He hurried downstairs.
"Oh, this is the smell. I have 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:
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“Auntie, this is the dish that Uncle Cao gave me yesterday. How can I ask you to pay for it? Take it and eat it.”
Lao Cao’s wife was about to say something, but her stomach Can't wait to purr. 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 will accept it shamelessly."
If I had known that these green onions were so fragrant, I wouldn't have given them casually. However, I gave them all——
“Listen to my aunt, don’t sell these steamed buns, just sell these flower rolls from now on.”
“That’s right!” Grandma Li originally planned to sell the flower rolls When I took it home, I saw Lao Cao's wife eating it on the spot, and she couldn't hold back.
At this moment, three or two mouthfuls of flower rolls as big as fists went into the stomach. Xiao Feng was still afraid that she would choke, so the old lady also sincerely suggested: "You can sell them at the gate of the community. Your buns are not as good as those at Qiaotou, but I have never tasted such delicious Hanaki in my life. I'm sure to make money."
Their loud voices echoed in the yard, and soon people from 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, it’s too 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 almost sold in the community.
She sent Xuanxuan to the school gate, and then grabbed three flower scrolls for him:
"Be good, it's not class time yet, you can eat here, and then go to school after eating."
The school has strict management and does not allow children to eat outside food casually. She looked around, and then I went to the side and bought a cup of soy milk.
This is freshly made soy milk, priced at 2 yuan and 50 a cup. Xiao Feng was a little heartbroken when he bought it.
But thinking about Hanamaki who received crazy praise this morning, her heart couldn't help but beat loudly.
If I use such good green onions to make flower rolls in the future, 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 scent of green onions slowly spread in the air, and pedestrians on the road couldn't help but stop.
At seven fifty, Xuanxuan entered the school.
At 8:30, all Xiao Feng’s steamed buns and rolls were sold out.
As soon as she packed the basket, she got on the 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 onions?"
Old Cao was stunned: "In a remote village, people there grow them in their own fields."
Said Then I remembered something: "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, and now he packed his things, hurried downstairs, and rushed into the bus.
It’s decided, starting from tomorrow we will only be making Hanamaki!
After taking two buses, Xiao Feng managed to rush to the riverside market at half past nine. She was a little anxious, and she didn't know if there were any vegetable stalls at this location.
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 echoed in my ears -
"Twenty yuan and three taels! Don't make a mistake!"
Xiao Feng glanced twice One black.
Is it expensive? Not expensive.
Xiao Feng’s career plan - from selling steamed buns to selling rolls.
Strong Xiao Feng, not afraid of three or two.
This chapter does not attack snail noodles (after all, I eat them too), but I cooked it at home once, and the smell lingered vaguely in the house for two or three days... an endless loop with no solution.
Good night.
(End of this chapter)