Han Chuan naturally didn't know the warmth of the scene, the sincerity of his feelings, and the richness of his language in the Guozi Prison.

There is no way to know that Xu Yi in this life secretly ate a piece of her golden soufflé again.

Han Chuan is so busy that his feet fly up every day - Beijingers' enthusiasm for pastries is unimaginable to ordinary people, and people who are particular about writing three meals a day and two points into their recipes. Han Chuan has raised the daily limited delivery to 80 boxes, but it still can't meet the growing needs of the people in the capital...

Even, Han Chuan found that the cake every morning was just an admission ticket to buy pastries.

It was often the servants of the rich and noble families who were ordered to line up to buy cakes, and when they got the steaming cakes, they would stuff the pancakes into their sleeve pockets, and then they began to write notes in a familiar way—buying cakes was the way to go, and the cakes made inside were the ultimate goal of the people.

You can't say that people are wrong, but people who want to come and eat pancakes for breakfast complain.

In the past two days, Han Chuan even found that before she started setting up a stall, someone spontaneously lined up, but when it really arrived, someone else came to buy it.

Buying a cake together, and there is also a second-hand dealer's business?

The people of the capital are very idle, and they really love to eat.

Han Chuan's own food business instantly bred the confidence of a prosperous and rich country.

Grandpa Bai asked Han Chuan to hire a guy and expand the scale.

Han Chuan shook his head, "... The more you can't buy it, the more you want to buy it. The harder it is to buy, the more people will buy. ”

The thin fields are not cultivated, and there are people fighting for them.

The psychology of people, in the final analysis, is still cheap.

Grandpa Bai frowned and shook his head, I don't understand how to make trouble, this business is really different from cooking, it is easier to ask him to stew a cup of fairy chicken than to ask him to settle accounts!

Han Chuan also knows that it is easier to buy a guy.

Can...

Han Chuan took the glutinous rice grains steamed in the stone mortar, while looking around the cramped and crowded courtyard, sighed in his heart, if he really bought a guy, not to mention which house the guy lives in, it is Cui's mouth, and now she has paid a "huge amount" of one or two silver a month, Cui's still crosses her eyebrows coldly, for fear that she will eat an extra rice, if there is another strong and strong guy, who is strong and strong, and who is strong and strong, Cui's can faint.

After starting a pastry business, Han Chuan gradually saved up some spare money.

I can save six or seven taels of silver a month, and I have a total of thirty taels of silver in my hand.

If you rent a small courtyard, pay three and one, but it is also a little short.

It is not easy to buy a house in Beijing, and it is troublesome to rent, Han Tuo Hu Wenhe asked around, there are few houses with shops and courtyards on Wide Street, how easy is the business of Wide Street, if it is not really difficult, who will rent out the shop there? If there is really a shop in the front and back, the rent is also extremely high, twelve or three taels of silver a month, not including the money for Jing Zhaoyin and redecoration.

Hu Wenhe persuaded her to move farther away, the rent could be reduced, and if she moved to the shop before and after Xusimen, the rent could be half cheaper at once, which was also a solution to the urgent need.

The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

Of course, Han Chuan said yes, so he brought a box of hawthorn rolls, a box of horseshoe cakes, and a box of jade hibiscus cakes, annoying Hu Wenhe to help ask.

But for the past ten days, there has been no news at all.

Han Chuan stopped the mallet, wiped his sweat, and lowered his head again to smash the steamed glutinous rice grains.

It is bought in the eastern suburbs market, Longcun black glutinous rice, purple black glutinous rice is more fragrant than ordinary glutinous rice, and sweeter. After steaming in the pot, put it in a stone mortar and beat it into a slimy glutinous rice ball with the strength of milk, dip the palm of your hand with tasteless clear oil, and knead the glutinous rice ball into a soft and slippery rice cake strip, add nothing to the rice cake sticks, just put it in a flat dustpan and let the winter wind of Beijing blow it dry out.

There are also rice cake sticks sold in the bazaar.

It's just that Han Chuan looked at it, and it felt dry and astringent to the touch, not round and smooth, so he couldn't look at it.

In a bowl, one bad ingredient will ruin the pot.

Just do it yourself.

It was dark, and Han Chuan didn't finish the steamed glutinous rice.

After Grandpa Bai and Bai Sixi got off duty, Bai Sixi volunteered to beat rice cakes, Grandpa Bai happily sat on the side and watched, and commented on Bai Sixi's thin arms like white chickens, "... With your small body, believe it or not, Han Chuan fell over the shoulder? ”

Han Chuan and Bai Sixi, neither of them was very happy...

The steamed glutinous rice is steaming, the curling white smoke is on the yellow and clear oil lamp, it is almost winter, the cold air becomes a big fog covering the whole small courtyard when it is hot, it seems to be happy, warm and comfortable.

Cui Shi held the medicine bowl in his hand, standing in front of the window lattice of the east side house, looking at the scene in the courtyard with obscure eyes - they really looked like a family, and his father-in-law always intentionally or unintentionally made Sixi and Han Chuan close, and she thought she couldn't see it.

A violent cough sounded on the bed, and a weak voice came, "Acui..."

Cui Shi wiped the corners of his eyes, turned his head and responded with a smile, "Da Lang, are you awake?" ”

The rice cake strips containing chuan are dried in the garden, and the total amount of three dustpans can be boiled for about 100 bowls.

By mid-November, when the winter solstice came, the rice cakes were shipped, and Han Chuan replaced the flat-bottomed iron crotch on the stove barrel of the stall with two iron pots larger than her face, and the charcoal in the stove bucket was replaced with silver frost charcoal that burned more slowly and more powerfully, and went out on the street at an old time.

There are a lot fewer people in line today.

The winter solstice is the first of the 24 solar terms, people want to recommend quinoa rice lamb, burn incense and bathe to worship the ancestors, and then they have to worship the Que Ting, friends and guests congratulate each other, and the New Year is almost as grand as the New Year.

The DPRK and the Guozi Prison are about to rest.

There were only a few old diners who were doing business waiting in front of the stall, and when they saw Han Chuan changing the style, they laughed, "... Today's luck is good, and I caught up with the new products of 'Shi Xian'. ”

Han Chuan also smiled, "You not only caught up with the new products, but also caught up with the special food order." ”

The second shopkeeper of Zhenbao Zhai, the second largest pawnshop in Beijing, smiled and said, "What is a special food order?" ”

Han Chuan uncovered the two large iron pots, which were boiling with boiling water, and pulled out the stool, and stacked stacks of rice cakes and dumplings were neatly arranged, and it was very festive to look at.

The second shopkeeper's "yo he" understood, "The winter solstice is over!" ”

Han Chuan smiled, "Yes! A category only available on the winter solstice. Northerners are willing to order dumplings to eat, so they cook dumplings. If there are diners from the south, they are willing to order rice cake strips to eat, and they can cook rice cake soup and drink, it's up to you! ”

The north and south of Beijing are connected, and the big custom is to eat mutton dumplings, but the other part of the southerners who have left their hometowns, come to Beijing or become officials, or work hard, or study, will inevitably be a little lonely every New Year's Day.

This was discovered by Han Chuan in the palace.

There are people everywhere in the palace, such as the little girl in the same room, who is from Huaiyang, and she doesn't like the dumplings, so she reads the rice cake soup and rice balls at home every day.

Coincidentally, the ancestral home of the second shopkeeper is a person from Anhui, when he heard what Han Chuan said, his nasal cavity was a little sour, how many years have he not been home, he read the taste of the country, and pulled a silver bag in his pocket and asked Han Chuan, "Give a bowl of rice cake soup to a certain person, how much money?" ”

Han Chuan smiled, "You can pay five cents." Today is a big solar term, you are a regular customer, charge you the cost, as a thank you for your care these days. ”