Forced to make money, forced to buy our cakes, if you don't sell it, you won't win.

How did this deal come to be?

It's all reversed, so I can't wait to take a small whip and urge it behind.

In front of Song Fuling and Qian Mishou, Mrs. Ma suddenly shed mixed tears.

Song Fuling hurriedly put down her chopsticks, stretched out her arm to wrap her arms around the old lady, and smoothed Mrs. Ma's back with her small hand, "Milk, don't cry, you don't like to cry." Haven't you often said it lately, don't cry poor with anyone in the future, don't fake it often becomes true. The second is not to cry, don't cry about your good fortune anymore. ”

The old lady said, I'm not, I'm just?

Looking at her little granddaughter's big watery eyes, she was even more uncomfortable.

She takes orders, 39 pots, is she a grandmother?

Outside, a joyful voice suddenly came: "Old sister, have you come back?" ”

The eldest daughter-in-law of Grandpa Song's family reminded Mrs. Wang: "Call the captain." ”

"Captain, are you back?"

Ma Lao Taiji almost wiped away his tears and went out.

"Shut up, I don't want to hear how much you sell."

"Huh?" Mrs. Wang's face was dumbfounded, and there were still some remaining smiles hanging on it.

Mrs. Guo shouted while trotting up the slope: "Hey, hey, you're all coming back very quickly." I'll tell you. ”

"Shut up."

Mrs. Wang also gave her eyes tightly, shut up, you can't see the height of your eyebrows.

"But?"

Don't be, don't listen or don't listen, how happy you are to sell the cake for the first time, how sad Mrs. Ma is at this time.

She wanted to cover her ears and steal the bell, and she didn't want to listen to these people add weight to the 39 pot.

did not go back to San'er's house, but walked into his door under the puzzled eyes of several old ladies.

The eldest girl woke up when she heard the movement, and pulled the second girl who was sleeping soundly.

Erya rubbed her eyes and sat up.

The milk is back, and I don't dare to sleep, for fear of being scolded, "Milk, I'll get up." ”

Mrs. Ma waved her hand listlessly, sleep with you, I didn't sleep much last night.

Erya thought to herself, what is the night, she was still stirring eggs before noon, and now she wants to vomit when she sees eggs, no matter how tired and sleepy she is, she has to be accurate tomorrow.

She lay back down with a bang, and really fell asleep.

The eldest girl thought to herself: Sister, you are a fool, you will have to be scolded for a while, and the dirty clothes in the basin are not washed, forget it, she will wash it.

On the kang, Mrs. Ma was not too far away from Erya, and lay down directly.

Before closing my eyes, I thought: Why am I so tired today, can I just rest for a while? After a while, I got up and told my little granddaughter, it's okay, you just do it normally, push as much as you want, not enough to count, and the milk will apologize to the apology, and it's over. If you don't have a cake, you have to die.

The old lady didn't eat, didn't arrange her cake delivery team, and went to sleep directly.

Song Fuling came to her grandmother's house on purpose, took a look, and found that she was asleep, so she quietly withdrew.

Holding her thermos pot, which was freshly soaked wolfberry jujube water, she was about to go to the oven room when the old ladies of the cake delivery team shouted: "Director, director? ”

Then while meeting each other, I listened to the reports of the old ladies.

I had to say with a smile on my face, "It's so good, Grandma Wang, congratulations on your cooperation with a teahouse in addition to the restaurant." ”

Song Fusheng came back from the chili base, went home for dinner and asked, "What about your sister and your aunt?" ”

"My aunt went and told us that we could not give us milk, and that the milk of the two cows had to be saved.

Uncle, do you know that my sister is so miserable. ”

Qian Mishou gestured with his little hand and gestured his face: "Grandma's house is coming, crying." ”

"Why are you crying?" Song Fusheng scooped a spoonful of braised pork and soaked it in rice.

"I look at it because it's hot."

"How miserable is your sister, you say the point."

"Ah, the point is the 39-pot cream cake, two days later, it will be delivered."

Song Fusheng choked.

"Third uncle, third uncle, it's not good." Er Ya hurriedly ran over.

Erya was woken up by Mrs. Ma, who was rolling beside her, and kept exhaling hot air in her ear: "Milk her, she seems to have a fever, and I shouldn't call her." ”

Song Fusheng hurriedly put down his rice bowl, turned over the medicine when he entered the house, took out the bottle of cold medicine that he bought for six taels of silver on the way to escape the famine, and went with Erya.

In the house, only Qian Mishou was left.

Qian Mishou clapped his hands and said to himself: "Hey, look at you, take a look, you really come according to my words, it's on fire." It's all to blame on those city people who don't know anything. ”

Then the little foot stomped: "Uncle, wait for me." ”

Not to mention that Qian Mishou came, many people came to see Mrs. Ma.

Especially the old ladies of the cake delivery group, climbed on the kang one by one, rubbed their hands and feet, and gave them a pleasant mouth, and shouted in a small voice, old sister, don't be scared, wake up.

There is also boiling water outside for cooking rice porridge.

Uncle Song Fusheng asked under the window: How did you get this?

Grandpa Song also asked Song Fusheng, your mother is fine, why did she fall down when she entered the house.

It is estimated that it is a fire, no matter how tired and cold it is, I said about 39 pots of cakes.

Everyone suddenly realized.

The adults have told the baby, not allowed to drink milk, how many snacks did you eat a few days ago, (all of them are bad by the new master), now in the stage of saving milk, you can't quit.

Song Jinbao took the lead: "Ring, ring."

At this moment, there was a sound from the house, and the old lady woke up.

Mrs. Ma woke up and asked others, what are you doing here, my ears are ringing.

Song Fusheng and Song Fuling came to her.

The old lady wanted to laugh, but her mouth was dry, and she was bleeding again when she opened her mouth: "I'm too tired, I'll lie down for a while." ”

Song Fuling said, milk, don't think about anything, don't think about delivering pastries tomorrow, sleep well.

Song Fucai said privately to the He family, can you make more snacks, what work can be used by me, I and Da Lang Erlang can help you do it after we take a break. But let's supply it quickly, my mother is sick.

"Dad, help me crack the eggs."

Song Fuxi went into the house and walked around, he was about to eat, he could take time to rest, and then turned around and went out to squat in front of the wood to continue to work, making the kind of tripod inserted in the cake for his little niece, saying that it could be used by wrapping the tripod with oiled paper. I have to do a little stab, my niece is in a hurry.

And Song Fusheng stood up at a critical moment.

On the second day, he went to send the "drumming" and also talked with Chen Dongjia. Song Fusheng is not Mrs. Ma, so she can't scare him.

At home, Song Fuling taught Erya to be "chifon".

Erya took over the work of making cake blanks.

However, the difference is not the cake embryo, nor is it made every day and night, and the 39-pot cake cannot be made in two days, it is the whipping cream that will be used in the cream flower.

Whipping cream is the milk that needs to be physically processed, it takes how many hours the milk sits and then stirs constantly.

"Just make one layer, how many can you make in the end?" Song Fusheng asked.

"Eleven."

Song Fusheng nodded, and was about to help his daughter bring in the milk in the cold room, when Song Fuling stopped him and handed over a letter.

"Dad, go home and help me copy this, no, you have to polish me, I want to put it in the cake box, I hope people can see it."

Letter? For whom, what to write.

When Song Fuling's letter unfolded, Song Fusheng understood what his daughter meant.

My daughter is destined to order a cake, and through this letter, I understand that the steps of making a cake are complicated.

In order to have a soft taste and taste sweet, it takes time to bake, and the raw materials of cream flowers take even more time.

I hope you don't blame the restaurant, because then the restaurant will have an opinion on Mrs. Ma, and her grandmother has to send "drumming".

It's also an apology.

But the daughter's pen and ink is more about describing making a delicious cake, such as the embryo should be golden, if there is no breathable eye, and it will be like holding it in the mouth when you bite into it.

The cream is even more described by her daughter, as if the most nutritious part is extracted from milk. It's as if all the essence of milk is flowing on the cake.

It is also a hint in disguise that if the cake chef makes it in a hurry, the person who tastes the cake can eat it, as if it is not delicious.

Song Fusheng felt that he didn't need to polish it, it was simple, and the writing was very good.

Only write at the place of payment, Song Fusheng's daughter, Song Poria, respectfully.

In the middle of the night, two carriages drove into Renjia Village.

Song Fusheng and his group also came over from the bridge.

A few half-sized children were holding cake blanks.

There were also a few people carrying small buckets, which contained the colored cream that Song Poria had already churned.

This time, she wants to follow her father and mother to Fengtian City together, go to the room arranged by the restaurant owner, and make cake flowers.

"Uncle, aunt, sister."

Qian Mishou ran crying, and the little man ran across the bridge and chased after him. And it's not stupid, cover yourself tightly, wear little boots, and a set of small blue padded jackets.

It's weird.

When did you find out that the three of them were leaving, obviously I looked at Mi Shou before and found that I was sleeping very soundly.

"Don't, no, I'm going to be with you. Don't don't, take me there, and I'll go to the city to learn more. ”

Didn't you say that the people in the city didn't have knowledge, they were shallow-eyed.

"I can get rid of the dross."

Where did he learn it, Song Fusheng was laughed at angrily, slapped the child's buttocks, and could only helplessly hug him into the car.