A pound of flour was paired with two bowls of bean dregs, and yeast noodles were added, and the drop of water brought out by the space was also mixed with water by Le Zitao, she also remembered that she fell asleep after eating the water droplets by mistake that night, although the water did not seem to have any side effects, but she did not dare to take risks.

In case a customer finally came to buy steamed buns, and fell asleep while eating, didn't her shop be smashed before it opened? To put it seriously, she is just afraid that she will be entangled in lawsuits and troubles.

Therefore, Le Zitao is very safe, and the water droplets are lightened to the blue, and then some of them are scooped up and the noodles are kneaded, and then they are kneaded and fermented in the basin, and she went to the small workshop, strictly controlled the proportion, and made another pot according to yesterday's steps, and still half of the bean curd and half of it was made into tofu.

This side is done, and the noodles over there are almost awake.

Le Zitao sprinkled dry flour and a little salt on the clean board, kneaded the dough again, and estimated that the salt was kneaded evenly, she stopped, cut the agent, kneaded the round, put it in the drawer, and steamed, although she did it a little bumpy, but there was nothing wrong with it, after the steamed bun was cooked, she tasted one first, well, so-so......

Of course, this is only judged from the perspective of a foodie.

All the things were ready, Le Zitao moved the things to the front of the shop, placed them one by one, took out an unburned firewood with tongs, found a wooden board in the backyard, and wrote on it that it would be served early: salty, sweet bean curd (hot, a bowl of three wen, cold, a bowl of five wen), and a penny of steamed bread.

As for what is hotter than cool, it naturally depends on the season.

After checking that there was no omission, Le Zitao once again opened the door of the shop with anticipation.

It's already slightly cold outside, in the baked cake shop opposite, the man has already thrown off his arms and is playing baked cakes, the stove is booming, Le Zitao glanced at it, and saw that the man and his mother-in-law looked this way, she retracted her gaze and went to open the shop door.

At this time, there was a burst of morning bell sound in the distance, and then, the bell was also ringed, and not far from the corner of the street, a figure appeared, the door opened, and the street gradually became lively.

People who live in Tairuofang but work elsewhere rush out of the workshop to do things, and those who live outside but work in Tairuofang also wait outside early, and as soon as the door opens, people will go out of the workshop and enter the door in an orderly manner under the gaze of the fangding, greeting each other.

Le Zitao looked at the street, except for the baked cake shop and her, there were two snack shops over there that had opened their doors, and the others were closed, she hung up the sign out of the shop, slowly returned to the shop, scooped a bowl of sweet food by herself, took a steamed bun, sat in the shop and ate it slowly, while looking at the pedestrians who gradually increased outside.

The location of her tofu shop is still quite good, to the left past five or six shops, is where the door is located, every day is lively, but, in the end is not the main street, must pass through here pedestrians or less, no, sit for a while, only in front of the door passed by more than 20 people, more than a dozen to the shop to look around, but none of them came in to patronize.

It is estimated that it is still the influence of Le Shuhua's legacy. Le Zitao sighed helplessly, and lowered her head again to eat her bean curd, if there was no business here, wouldn't she be able to make a cart and push the stall to the other side of the workshop? However, she also needs money to make a cart, and what she lacks most now is money, although she is hungry and cannot die of hunger, it is even more difficult to develop.

Alas......

"Knock~~" The counter was knocked twice.

"Can you have a bowl of cold bean curd?" As soon as Le Zitao looked up, it was Jiang Yu, he was still dressed in the clothes of Fang Ding, leaning on the counter obliquely, looking at her with a hint of ruffianism, he saw that the sign outside clearly wrote that the cool five cents were the most expensive for her here.

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