Immediately returned to the Iron Lion Hutong, Han Chuan and Bai Sixi worked together, one sorted out the address, and the other boxed the osmanthus cake.

Bai Sixi grew up in the capital, and the sub-addresses are very familiar, and they are divided into four piles according to the south of the city, the north of the city, and the inside and outside of Xusimen.

Han Chuan looked at it.

Fortunately, the house is basically in the Xusi Gate, if you send a cake and go out of the city, it is really the price of tofu plate meat.

Han Chuan wrapped the pastry box properly, deliberately made old kraft paper and tie-dyed red small hemp rope together, it was not a bargain at first glance, Han Chuan was more satisfied, she wanted to add the word "fresh", but now she is in a hurry, and there is no time to study the ink and add words.

The first time, it's perfect to leave some regrets!

Han Chuan and Bai Sixi re-divided, one ran to the south of the city, one ran to the north of the city, Han Chuan deliberately spent a copper plate to buy a map of Beijing City at Lao Suo, and ran around for an afternoon, fortunately, most of the people who could afford to buy twenty Wen cakes were official eunuchs, or the scholars who were supported by the rich family, almost all gathered in Chongwenfang and Xuanwufang, and slipped over, Han Chuan put the pastries in the concierge, and took the address note written by the diner to ask the concierge to sign and tick the circle, so as to keep the voucher.

In two hours, sixty boxes of pastries were delivered, and Han Chun's feet couldn't be lifted.

I didn't sleep all night, I got up early in the morning, Han Chuan's eyelids were fighting, and I remembered that the ingredients for Ming'er's pies and pastries had not been bought, and the little girl leaned on the stone lion and let out a real wail.

It's not easy to make money, but do it and cherish it.

For five days in a row, Han Chuan straightened out the schedule, sold cakes at the stall in the morning, and packed the pastries of the day after the drum sounded, she was really too busy, and invited two seven or eight-year-old children who sold sugar gourds at the entrance of the alley to help her walk the streets and alleys in the capital to deliver goods, each person was divided into twenty boxes of pastries, although the child was illiterate, but he was very familiar with the alleys and paths in the capital, and the mansions were kept in mind, and the delivery was fast and accurate.

Han Chuan is also atmospheric, and is paid according to the remuneration of ten cents a day.

The boy who sells sugar gourds walks the streets and alleys all day, but only sells seven or eight strings, and gets seven or eight cents - now it only takes half a day to deliver according to the address, and there is a ten-cent receipt, and the children happily call friends, but the delivery team has developed from two people to five people in seven or eight days, and the delivery area has developed from inside and outside the Xusi Gate to inside and outside the Xusi Gate, and the number of deliveries has developed from forty boxes per day to eighty boxes per day.

The delivery time is freed up, Han Chuan has a whole afternoon and evening to eat ingredients, make pastries, and pack boxes, Bai Sixi is worth early, and he will help in the evening, and Grandpa Bai will also help set the menu and make adjustments to the ingredients matching.

The pie is on the right track, and Han Chuan spends more of his mind on the more profitable pastries.

That's all there is to pastry.

What is the win?

To put it bluntly, it depends on the level of refinement, craftsmanship and experience.

Grandpa Bai is not from a white case, he takes the route of hard dishes, and for pastries, he eats more than he does.

Han Chuan has to rely on his own exploration.

The pastries with the selection are all made inside, or the golden soufflé with a stunning appearance, or the mare's milk cake with fine workmanship, time-consuming and laborious, or the Qinsang cake that fits the season.

These are all imperial offerings that have been made after several generations of palace people and imperial chefs have alternately changed their recipes.

Some ingredients are too precious, such as the gold leaf used as a stamen, which is used as a garnish on the golden soufflé, and the salamander is changed to a salted egg yolk with stir-fried sand, which is warm and bright, and it also looks very colorful.

Golden soufflé is the most popular.

Flour, glutinous rice flour and lard are mixed into a layer of oil skin crisp, red yeast rice flour, milk, sugar and flour are mixed into another layer of bright red oil skin, and the puff pastry is mixed with sieved flour and lard one to one.

There are two kinds of fillings, one is coconut milk transported from the five provinces in South China, and the other is red bean paste.

Two layers of oil crisp are stacked together to wake up, wrapped in the middle of the puff pastry, the two-color skin is overlapped and rolled out and wrapped with filling, kneaded into a small round ball, cut the horizontal and vertical "ten" knife on the surface of the skin layer, and fry it in the oil pan.

In the high-temperature oil, the small puff pastry gradually blooms, forming a melaleuca with milky white skin and red inside.

It's very beautiful.

Many diners ordered the name of the golden soufflé to be delivered - the golden soufflé looks good, suitable for placing on small cases and square tables for decoration, and ordinary white case masters do not have this set of recipes, which looks novel and graceful, and it is quite popular with rich and noble families.

It just so happens that the profit of the golden soufflé is the highest.

Golden soufflé, including a box of six, is sold for 22 Wen.

The cost...

Grandpa Bai frowned and looked at the formula of the golden soufflé, and muttered, "Profiteer!" ”

Han Chuan scratched his head with a smile.

"Flour, lard, and red yeast are bargains, but they cost oil! And bother! ”

Han Chuan calculated an account for Grandpa Bai, "The cost of ingredients is at most two pennies per box, but it will take me an afternoon to roll out, fry it, shape it, and pack it into boxes." The ancients said, an inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time, I am making pastries with my life! ”

Grandpa Bai was drinking tea, and with a "poof", the tea almost squirted out, put the tea cup on the table, and held out two words, "Fallacy!" ”

Han Chuan intimately poured another pot of tea to Grandpa Bai, turned the pastry box over, and pointed with a plain hand like a green onion, "Look here!" ”

Grandpa Bai's eyes were not very good, and when he looked closely, there was a red clay mark, like a seal.

Han Chuan was triumphant, "Just this box, a hundred is thirty yuan!" I deliberately went to West Street to ask the seal master to engrave the name 'Shi Xian', and then went to East Street to ask the master who printed books to help print the exclusive kraft paper, and finally asked the woman in the alley next door who had nothing to do at home to help fold it every day... Every penny is money!

"It costs money to make a box, and it costs money to ask a child to deliver it to your door, if you only look at the cost of ingredients, then I am a profiteer. But in business, how can you only count the visible cost? All costs are taken into account! ”

Grandpa Bai was old and couldn't understand these scriptures, so he picked a golden soufflé and ate it in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and nodded after a while.

Gotcha.

A box of twenty-two wen, the person who buys it does not lose.

I don't want to think about who Han Chuan is cooking for?

This is buying the emperor's treatment with twenty yuan!

Don't say 20 wen, 200,000 taels of silver can be given.

Grandpa Bai tapped his fingers, and his heart was settled.

In the twilight of the country, there were also people who knocked their fingers on the wenge wood square table.

Just from the cocked fingers, you can see the man's pride.

"Taste it!" Zhang Saburo, who had a fried head and noodles, pulled the red rope on the box, revealing the pink and white and tender inside, "The red pastries in Beijing nowadays, golden soufflé!" Eighty boxes are sold in one day, and more people don't sell them! Old diners have to book in advance before the goods come to the door! ”

Zhang Saburo called friends, "Come and taste!" It's delicious! ”