Chapter Fifty-Eight: Miss Bai is in debt

After being teased and ridiculed by Qiu Hai, Yunxi stepped out of the Baiji fast food restaurant and was the handsome young man who was suave again. But ...... "Uncle, show me." ”

Qiu Hai had already prepared to flash to the side, letting someone catch him.

Yunxi stretched out his hand to grab it again, but he didn't hesitate to sneak attack at his feet. Qiu Hai pushed aside in twos and twos, and his face was dissatisfied. "Don't make a fuss." This kid's kung fu is getting better and better, he has to watch it closely.

Yunxi still looked at him with two peach blossom eyes and smiled, and he didn't want to be too eye-catching when there were many people.

Qiu Hai still opened the burden by admitting defeat, and the cyan robe was neatly folded and placed in the package. The fabric is not of the highest quality, but the washed fabric is soft and comfortable, and the stitches of the hand-sewing are so tightly hidden that there is not a trace of thread to be seen. The most unique thing is that a circle of threaded clouds is made along the placket, and the cuffs and hem are embroidered with green bamboo patterns.

"This craft...... And the weaving cloud fang has a fight. "Yunxi is extremely picky about food, clothing, housing and transportation, not the best, and his vision is also notoriously tricky. But although this dress is not as gorgeous as Zhiyunfang, and the material is also inferior, the style and workmanship are excellent.

Qiu Hai didn't understand this, but he could feel the sincerity of a stitch and a thread, and vaguely remembered that a long, long time ago there was a loving woman who also gave him stitches and stitches to mend the broken cuffs, and scolded him with a smile. "This girl, I gave her a dress, but she made one and returned it, she really refused to take advantage of it at all."

Yunxi saw that although his face did not change, but there was a smile in the corner of his eyes, he knew that Qiu Hai was extremely satisfied. Thinking about how many rare treasures he has brought to this elder who is also a father and friend since he studied business, I can't help but feel so happy when I don't see him so happy. "Uncle, why don't you let your baby goddaughter make one for me?"

"Aren't you not wearing the new style of Non-Weaving Cloud Workshop?" Think beautifully, this is for him, don't think he doesn't know what this kid thinks.

"This style is not even in the Weaving Cloud Workshop." Yunxi shook his head and sighed.

Qiu Hai folded his clothes again and put them in the package, carrying them carefully, not even bothering to give them to the guy next to him.

Besides, they sent away Qiu Hai and their whiteness, and when the peak of lunch was over, they also had a rare time to rest.

"Auntie, I'll come, are you tired?" Bai Jiaojiao took over the work of potato chips and fries from Liu's hands.

"I'm glad you came up with such an idea made in advance, otherwise it would have been really tiring." There are two stoves and four pots in the kitchen, one for frying snacks, one for steaming pastries, and two for hot dishes and rice.

The dish was paired on the first night, and it was made early in the morning, and when it was done, it was poured directly into the wooden basin on the stove and warmed, and there were guests who came to serve it directly. Rice, on the other hand, is served hot in the morning and does not need to be reheated unless it is really cold.

"Sister, sister, four, six, seven." Ah Lian only knew the numbers, and she was anxious to report the list.

"Okay." Bai Jiaojiao fetched vegetables from the wooden basins of No. 4, No. 6, and No. 7. "Daddy. One hundred and twenty-five. Father Bai took it and sent it up.

"It's over for the time being, we still have less to cook this dish, and we'll make it again in the evening." Liu looked outside and was ready to get busy.

"Don't worry, A-Niang, eat first." They haven't eaten yet. "You and Daddy will eat first, and they will come in later for Brother."

"Okay."

Bai Jiaojiao picked up a few mouthfuls of rice, and then began to pour the stone mill at the back of the kitchen, she wanted to grind some sticky rice flour to make nine-layer cake and palace peach cake, these are the two desserts served today.

Relatively speaking, peach cake is simpler and easier to use, but the nine-layer cake is more complex and needs to be tested and exquisite. So when Bai Hua and Bai Li went into the back kitchen to eat, they saw Bai Jiaojiao and a pile of flour again.

The crystal clear little face was covered with white flour, and the two arms kneaded the dough as if they wanted to knead the whole person into the dough. As everyone knows, in fact, Bai Jiaojiao's mind at this time is full of thinking about adding an oven in the backyard, although it is not as good as the oven, but it can be used to make roast chicken and bread. And it's always too hard to finish work and grind noodles, after all, you still need a donkey. And these are a lot of sorrows for Bai Jiaojiao, who is in debt, so she kneaded all this sorrow into the dough to vent.

When she finished venting, only Liu Shi, who was making dinner, and Ah Lian Bao, who was sitting on a small bench and washing the dishes and chopsticks, were left in the kitchen.

"Ah Bao taste it, how does it taste to tell Sister SΓΉ?" Bai Jiaojiao took the green and soft glutinous nine-layer cake and handed it to Ah Bao and Ah Lian for half of them.

"It's so sweet and delicious."

"Soft, sister, there are many layers."

Naturally, the Bai family, who had already raised their mouths, were full of praise for the pastries that were sold out in the evening, and the guests who were still a little suspicious of the unknown were even more eager to try it after seeing that Qingyunlou had specially sent someone to make a reservation.

After wrapping the last nine-layer cake in the shape of a crescent moon, Shirakira spread out his hands. "Everyone, our Bai family's pastries will only be served in the afternoon in the future, and two to three will be supplied every day, and each will only make twenty boxes until they are sold out."

"Little shopkeeper, your dim sum is so delicious, why don't you make more." A customer who felt that he had bought a few dollars and wanted to buy more after buying a few dollars asked.

"I'm sorry for this guest, our pastry making method is more complicated, and the cost is relatively high, but the output is not much, so twenty boxes a day is already the limit. You don't want us to lose taste because of speed. Bai Hua said it as Bai Jiaojiao said, and then added it to himself. Moreover, the price of our dim sum is not cheap, and it is also to allow more customers to eat it, so we can only buy one box per person. ”

A box is 12 yuan, and it is enough for ordinary guests to buy two or three yuan to try it, but if it is a gift, I don't mind buying them all. In some ways, they limit the number of boxes per person to buy in order to improve the freshness of their goods and create a relatively fair buying table.

"After waiting in line for so long, it's gone, and it's too tricky." Although Bai Hua said so, there will still be people who are dissatisfied.

"We have other snacks in our shop, so you can try them too." Bai Hua glanced at the dissatisfied people, and it was indeed the same as what Kyaukjiao said.

He also asked Bai Jiaojiao the same question, and Bai Jiaojiao's answer was that if the price of our pastries is not cheap, the customers are mainly for those who have extra money.

Such people are sent to buy the next person in the family, the next person is to do things for the master, and he has to work when he goes back, so it is better to be lazy by lining up in advance, such a person is a real big customer. And such a person will not be impatient because of this waiting time. They open shops to make money, not to make everyone happy, and they will never satisfy everyone.

At first, Bai Hua was still a little skeptical, until it was really those guests who seemed to be very patient to sit and chat and wait for a box and a half to buy a box and a half, and the guests who urged to complain only bought one or two pieces at most, he carefully distinguished and thought, and agreed with Bai Jiaojiao's point of view.