It was early in the morning again, and on this day, Fan Xiuman and Wang Guizhi finished breakfast and dragged her to the street to buy New Year's goods.

Wang Guizhi and her first went to the vegetable market, bought some fruits and vegetables that they usually need, passed by a calligraphy shop, and saw people surrounding the calligraphy shop, so they walked up curiously.

I saw a spirited old man, under the crowd of onlookers, handwriting inscriptions and writing couplets to write blessing characters.

"Mom, our family has to change a couplet," Wang Guizhi saw it, thinking of his own couplet that hadn't been changed for six years, and stopped Fan Xiuman, "The original pair at home is too long, and some words can't be read clearly." ”

Fan Xiuman thinks about it, the one at home is too broken, Wang Guizhi comes to the house for the New Year, and he must tidy up the house.

Thinking so, they stepped forward and asked the old man to write them a couplet and a horizontal criticism.

I saw the old man smack a few times, and a pair of couplets and horizontal batches were completed.

The couplet is "happy to live in the treasure land for a thousand years, and everything is prosperous according to the family", and the horizontal batch is "welcome the New Year".

Those words are written with great force.

Wang Guizhi and Fan Xiuman were very satisfied, the two thanked the old man, took the couplet and continued to shop.

The shrewd hawkers know that a large number of people will come to buy New Year's goods before the Chinese New Year, and they all come to the streets to sell them. There are people who sell roast duck, there are people who sell calligraphy and paintings, and there is an endless stream of selling for a while, so lively.

"Sell milk bars, sell milk bars!" one of the milk bar sellers shouted so hard that his voice could be heard from afar, "Handmade milk bars!

Fan Xiuman heard this, and hurriedly pulled Wang Guizhi to him.

A group of children gathered around the cheese sticks, staring at the milk sticks in his box. Some children, after the adults gave money, took a delicious stick and ate it, some children pestered the adults to buy one for themselves, and some adults did not buy it, so they could only watch and smell the fragrance.

Fan Xiuman saw that this milk bar was very popular with children, and thought that Wang Guizhi liked dairy products when she was a child, so she thought about buying a little. She stepped forward and asked, "Master, how much is this milk bar a pound?"

"Thirty yuan a pound of milk bars, seven cents a milk stick," the master saw Fan Xiuman, and quickly replied with a smile, "Do you want to have some? ”

Fan Xiuman gave the free milk stick to Wang Guizhi, who broke it in half, half of which was given to Fan Xiuman.

"It tastes really good," Fan Xiuman praised after tasting it, and she said, "Yes, bring me a pound of ......."

However, before the words fell, Wang Guizhi spoke: "I think the taste is average, Mom, let's not buy it first." ”

As he spoke, Wang Guizhi pulled Fan Xiuman aside.

Fan Xiuman looked at her curiously: "Guizhi, is it really not to your liking? I think it's not bad, didn't you like to eat this kind of thing the most when you were a child?"

Wang Guizhi shook his head and explained: "Mom, this milk bar tastes really good, but it's too expensive, it costs thirty yuan a catty!"

Fan Xiuman thinks that money is a trivial matter, as long as Wang Guizhi can eat well: "It's okay, my mother doesn't care about this money, you just like to eat." ”

"Mom, I'll make milk bars, and when I buy the ingredients, I'll make them for you to eat!" Wang Guizhi felt distressed about the money, thinking that it was not very cost-effective, and she planned to go home and make it herself.

With the memories of her previous life, she bought some eggs, milk powder, cake flour and condensed milk.

When Wang Guizhi got home, he began to get busy. She couldn't find anyone to sell butter, so she had to make it herself. She first separates the egg whites from the yolks, quickly breaks the egg whites with chopsticks, and adds salt, white vinegar, and sugar to the beaten egg whites. Finally continue to whip.

The whipped cream was quickly made, and she lightly poured the cream into the milk pot, stirring the cream in the pan as she cooked, and dried it up. Once the heat is turned off, it's done.

Wang Guizhi added milk powder and condensed milk to the butter, stirred well, added low-gluten flour, kneaded constantly, and then rolled it flat with a rolling pin and cut it into strips.

Fan Xiuman runs a restaurant, so there is a rare thing at home, an oven. Wang Guizhi cut it and put it in the oven, and after a while, the fragrant milk strips were ready.

Wang Guizhi took it out and let Fan Xiuman and Li Haoqiang taste it.

"This tastes good!" Li Haoqiang ate it, the milk strips were very crispy, and there was a milky fragrance.

"Guizhi, you are doing so well, I think it is no different from the milk bar seller, and it is even more delicious!" Fan Xiuman praised.

Wang Guizhi was naturally very happy to receive their praise. She calculated the cost and found that each one cost less than five cents, and it cost 7 cents to sell one just now. Wang Guizhi thinks it's a good deal.

"Dad, Mom, the cost of this milk stick is less than five cents," Wang Guizhi suggested, "Why don't we go to the market and sell it, as long as the price is lower than that vendor, there will definitely be many people who come to buy it." ”

Li Yongchang listened, thinking about how sensible this kid was, so he agreed to Wang Guizhi's proposal.

With the consent of her adoptive parents, Wang Guizhi made a lot of milk bars. She took a few incubators, put them on a cart, and then went to the market with Fan Xiuman.

"Selling milk bars, handmade milk bars, delicious! Not delicious and no money!" Wang Guizhi shouted loudly like a skilled peddler.

After a while, someone came over and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this milk bar?"

"Five cents a piece, 20 yuan a catty. Wang Guizhi quoted the price.

The man was also stunned: "So cheap? Then I have to buy one catty! No, two catties!"

The milk bars sold by Wang Guizhi were cheaper than those sold by others, and they were quickly sold out. There are still many people who want to buy it but don't. Wang Guizhi saw their disappointed appearance, and didn't want to miss this opportunity to make money, so he took out a pen and paper and asked others to write the address to him, promising that they would deliver it directly to the door after they finished it.

Wang Guizhi counted the money in her pocket, so many tickets were scattered, she counted it several times, found that she earned seventy or eighty yuan, and happily told Fan Xiuman. Fan Xiuman was also surprised that this milk bar seller could make so much money.

When he returned home, Li Haoqiang heard Fan Xiuman say that Wang Guizhi earned seventy or eighty yuan and was happy. There are still five or six catties of orders to be completed, and now, even Li Haoqiang has come to Wang Guizhi to make milk bars.

The family was busy with another meal, and by the time they finished cooking, it was almost dark.

Wang Guizhi not only made milk bars, but also made some other desserts by the way.

The three of them discussed it for a while, and decided to send it to the customer in two ways according to the address.