Someone was worried about the sweet potato cake and asked Mu Qingqiu: "Why is there no sweet potato cake!" Will there be anything in the future? ”

Mu Qingqiu nodded with a smile: "Of course there is." ”

However, eating sweet potatoes and persimmons together is not good for digestion, Yan Zhanng's stomach is pimpled, and it hurts as if swallowing a stone, Mu Qingqiu doesn't want to smash his signboard and create panic.

So, when there is sweet potato cake, there will be no persimmon cake, and when there is persimmon cake, there will be no sweet potato cake.

Mu Qingqiu originally planned to keep some of it and send it to Xiangshuyuan to have a look, if he could negotiate the supply, his house would be full of persimmons, and there would be a market, which would be a big gain. It's a pity that the persimmon cake is too delicious, and there is Li Zhengli's previous evaluation of 'the taste is comparable to that of Crispy Garden', and there are many people who buy it.

Half a day's work was completely sold out, and there was no one left, and some of them were not bought, so they had to look at the bottom of the empty back basket to stop.

repeatedly confirmed with Mu Qingqiu, knowing that there would be a next set day, so he left unsatisfied.

When he came back from the market yesterday, Mu Qingqiu didn't rest, and made a basket of persimmon cakes, packed up neatly this morning, and took his younger brother into Guyang Town.

Today is not a market day, but the shops in the town are open every day, so it doesn't affect business.

There are five or six pastry shops in Guyang Town, among which the Crispy Garden is the most popular and the most popular, I heard that the pastries of the Crispy Garden are not bad with the emperor's ladies in the palace, and I heard that the shops of the Crispy Garden, the eyebrows and good eyes are good people.

Mu Qingqiu plans to start with Xiangshuyuan first, if she can negotiate and sell all of them to Xiangshuyuan, she will supply them to Xiangshuyuan in the future, if the negotiation is not proper, she will go to other houses, ask one by one, if the pastry shop is not good, she will go to the tavern restaurant, and if it doesn't work, she will go to those high-ranking families and sell them door-to-door.

The food is delicious, as long as you have a thick skin, you are not afraid of being unmarketable.

Mu Qingqiu walked to the side of the Xiang Crisp Garden after selling persimmon cakes yesterday, and did see a chubby man in the Xiang Crisp Garden, although he didn't see his face, but it did feel a bit like the rumored saying, the image of Maitreya Buddha.

With yesterday's experience, Mu Qingqiu was familiar with the road this time, and it didn't take long to arrive at the gate of Xiangshuyuan.

The chubby shopkeeper I saw yesterday was not there, there was a very pretty woman in it, looking at a woman in her thirties, the woman was flipping through the account book, very focused.

was busy, suddenly felt that someone, early in the morning opening is a good sign, the woman was in a good mood immediately closed the account book and looked up with a smile, and when she saw the two soil children, her face froze, and she couldn't react a little.

Mu Qingqiu secretly raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart, just say it! The largest pastry shop in Guyang Town, how can it be that it has no means? At this time, I saw that although the woman's face was a little stiff, she still kept smiling, and did not drive away their sister and brother, and I felt a little clear in my heart.

Mu Qingqiu is here to sell persimmon cakes, there is no sweetness, just her appearance can also reduce the persimmon cake by a few grades.

In order to improve the grade of persimmon cakes, in addition to the original packaging of the food, if she can catch the ride of the pastry shop, then her road to the well-off with her younger brother will be much smoother.

Mu Qingqiu made such a plan that he decided to take a trip.

Considering it, Mu Qingqiu didn't care about the slight stiffness on the woman's face, blinked her big eyes, smiled sweetly, and took out the prepared sample as soon as she entered the door. Hehe, the sample was just baked this morning, and there is still residual temperature, just right to eat!

The delicate bamboo rattan basket is neatly opened, and the lid is lifted and covered smoothly with oiled paper, and under the oiled paper is a neatly arranged orange cake.

With such a package, such a bright color, and a fragrant pastry, the woman who saw it was shocked.

Mu Qingqiu said in his heart, took out a plate, added a piece of pastry with chopsticks, handed it to the woman, and said softly: "Taste? "There is no superfluous word embellishment, just two words, with a little demagogy.

The woman is Wang Chunlan, the proprietress of Xiangshuyuan, the back that Mu Qingqiu saw yesterday is Wang Chunlan's husband and wealth, Wang Chunlan was fifteen years old when there was a famine in her hometown, and she was the only one left in the family to die, starving and fainting on the side of the road, and was rescued by passing by and Fu.

Repay the grace of saving your life, and promise something with your body.

In short, the situation at that time was that the man was unmarried and the woman was unmarried, and within a few months, they became relatives.

When Wang Chunlan figured out the meaning of getting married, her sons were born, but Jifu loved her very much, and the two of them lived a very comfortable life.

Don't look at the rich and fat, but he is very neat in doing things, and he can take care of the children at home and abroad, Wang Chunlan lives with him more nourishing than the rich wife.

"You're the one who sells... Potato cakes and persimmon cakes? "The food in front of him, Wang Chunlan saw it yesterday.

Someone in the market sells potato cakes, the two of them heard about it a little late, yesterday early let people go to the South Street to guard, did not buy potato cakes, but bought persimmon cakes, just like the pastry in front of them, but today this pastry smells fragrant.

Yesterday I tasted persimmon cake for the first time, and the two of them instantly felt that their own pastries were all compared, and now he went out in person, wanting to buy all the persimmon cakes, and it was best to invite the persimmon cake sellers.

It's a pity that when Jifu rushed over, Mu Qingqiu had already sold out and closed the stall.

The fragrance of persimmon cakes is still lingering in my head, and now seeing the persimmon cakes delivered to the door, how can Wang Chunlan not be surprised?

You know, when he went out early in the morning, he went to inquire about the origin of the persimmon cake.

"Yes." Mu Qingqiu nodded, but he didn't expect that the persimmon cake had just come out yesterday, and it was known by the proprietress of Xiangshuyuan. This crispy garden will really do business, and find new products in the same industry at any time, since the proprietress knows, it saves her a lot of tongues.

Wang Chunlan raised her hand to pick up the persimmon cake on the plate, biting lightly, sweet but not greasy, with a faint fruity aroma and grain fragrance, it was really more delicious than what I ate yesterday.

Mu Qingqiu stood aside, smiling and waiting.

A preconceived good name, and then the incomparable sweetness when entering the mouth, Wang Chunlan ate the persimmon cake, her eyes gradually brightened, and Mu Qingqiu naturally had a plan in her heart.

After tasting a piece, Wang Chunlan subconsciously reached out to the rattan basket to get the second fastest, and when she saw Mu Qingqiu's sister and brother out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help coughing twice, invited Mu Qingqiu's sister and brother to sit down, and let people serve a few dishes of pastries in the store, served tea to Mu Qingqiu, and served Mu Qingqiu a glass of sugar water.

This treatment has risen several notches all at once.

Mu Qingxuan looked at all kinds of pastries on the table, and drooled, but his sister didn't speak, he covered his mouth and didn't eat.

"Hehe, this kid is so good, come, eat! Auntie invites you to eat. Wang Chunlan pushed a plum-shaped pastry to Mu Qingxuan, and said with a smile: "Look at me, haven't asked your surname yet?" ”

Talking to two young children like this would make ordinary people feel awkward, but Wang Chunlan was very casual, as if the person sitting in front of her was a businessman.

"I'm Mu Qingqiu, and my younger brother Mu Qingqiu." Mu Qingqiu replied simply.