A month later, Zhang Yi looked at the steamed bun shop in the market. Oh no, it should be a dim sum shop by now.

Zhang Yi looked at the dim sum shop in the city, holding a piece of hibiscus cake in his hand, and he was very satisfied in his heart. He felt that at this moment he was almost at the peak of his life.

"How's that, I'm amazing, right?"

When Zhang Yi returned to the kitchen, he saw a little girl busy working by the stove. She had a little sweat on her forehead and some flour on her cheeks.

But for these, she suddenly didn't realize it, and only cared about doing what she was doing.

"Awesome." Zhang Yi praised sincerely, and then said, "Hmm... These snacks are delicious. Do you plan to open a dim sum shop in the future? Chain? ”

As early as a month ago, when Zhang Yi talked to this little girl, he was surprised to find that she was the same as himself, and she had crossed over.

It's just that she is different from herself in that she has a skill that she can rely on to survive, and that is to make dim sum. Unlike herself, she now has to rely on her help to write letters to people and earn a little silver.

Why is it so hard to start a business? Anyway, he's also a prospective Ph.D. who has published a lot of papers. Unexpectedly... Mixed like this.

However, I have to admit that this little girl's ability to make dim sum is really good. He only had to eat the snacks she made, as if he could forget his sorrows.

I don't know, it's because the dopamine in sweets can make people feel pleasant. Still is... What else could it be?

"Probably so." The little girl thought for a while and said, "Brother Zhang, what kind of name do you think I should give to the dim sum shop?" Why don't you call it Shen Ji Dim Sum Shop? ”

The little girl's surname is Shen. Naturally, at this time, I came up with the idea of using my own surname as the name of the dim sum shop.

"Xiao Shen." Zhang Yi sighed and said, "This name is too ordinary. By the way, you... Have you saved enough money to open a shop? ”

That time, the two of them were almost kicked out by the guy who sold steamed buns in front of the bun shop.

But later, because of a coincidence, Miss Shen finally got the opportunity to stretch her fists in this shop. Outcome... Nature speaks for itself.

The guy was stunned at the time, and naturally agreed to Miss Shen making snacks here with them. Since then, the bun shop... The dim sum shop's business is out of control.

Every day, the gate was crowded with people. The queue was one after another, and the dim sum had just been baked, and it was gone in an instant.

Miss Shen gets up early every day and is greedy for darkness, although her life is hard, her income is naturally very high.

At the same time, Miss Shen wanted to repay Zhang Yi for inviting herself to eat steamed buns at that time. So I asked the shopkeeper to help me in the crowd to see if anyone wanted to write a letter.

Since then, the business of the small stall where Zhang Yi writes letters has also improved.

Because he wrote well, later even a rich squire came to him to help write couplets and hang them in the house. In this way, Zhang Yi's life can be regarded as a blessing to Miss Shen, and it has been slightly improved.

"I've saved a lot of money." Miss Shen thought for a moment and said, "It's just... At present, it seems that it should be impossible to open a chain store. ”

Zhang Yi looked puzzled when he heard this, and asked, "Why?" You're worried that once you're teaching this craft..."

In fact, for people like Zhang Yi, he has eaten a lot of dim sum since he was a child. He lives in Beijing, and he naturally eats a lot of traditional snacks and dim sum in Beijing.

What kind of donkey rolling, as well as pea yellow, mung bean cake almond crisp and the like. Of course, most of them are mass-produced confectionery, and the taste is basically the same.

As for handmade dim sum, Zhang Yi also ate a lot. Some of them are under the banner of exclusive formulas, although they taste good. But actually... As long as it is mung bean cake, it is basically a faint fragrance of mung beans, and there is no substantial difference.

However, it wasn't until Zhang Yi ate the dim sum made by Miss Shen.

For the first time, he knew that dim sum could be made so delicious. This is almost, completely subverting his stereotype of dim sum.

It's just that Zhang Yi also knows another thing.

During this time, in return, Miss Shen actually told a master of this steamed bun shop how to make one of the dim sums.

The dim sum made by the chef is also very delicious. However, compared to what Miss Shen did, she always felt that something was missing. Even if it is, the steps of making dim sum are exactly the same for two people.

When Zhang Yi thought of this, he naturally had doubts in his heart.

Miss Shen made dim sum, he had also seen it, but in fact, it was all seemingly ordinary techniques. Sometimes, there are some elaborate designs. Normally, the taste should be similar to those handmade dim sum.

However, he just thinks that the dim sum made by Miss Shen is more delicious. Someone else did it... It's just that there are some differences.

"I'm afraid others won't be able to learn my craft." Miss Shen sighed and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter. Chain stores can't be opened, it's pretty much the same. ”

"I make dim sum in the hope that someone will appreciate my craftsmanship."

If... It would be nice if you could make it for someone you like.

Zhang Yi looked at Miss Shen, and his heart beat wildly. In fact, he is the one who knows how to appreciate her dim sum. It's just that... Does she understand her mind?

Half a year later.

As the business of the dim sum shop is getting better and better, many local people in Hangzhou also come here to eat the dim sum of this dim sum shop.

However, because this dim sum is only available to Miss Shen, the dim sum shop adopts the method of daily appointment. This snack is not expensive, so you can make a reservation no matter who comes. However, be sure to keep the promise and line up well.

Everyone was helpless about this, but the rules were set, and they had no other good way but to line up silently.

On this day, the bun shop ushered in a passing Confucian.

Da Confucian's face is full of spring breeze, and he is passing through Hangzhou and planning to return to his hometown Suzhou. Just when I was thirsty and was about to come out for a cup of tea, I happened to see a thriving dim sum shop.

Da Ru was curious, and looked at the long queue at the door, so he found the owner of the tea shop and planned to ask.

"This little brother. Excuse me, why are there so many people queuing at the entrance of this dim sum shop? Could it be that the dim sum in this shop is extraordinarily delicious? ”

It's just that dim sum is dim sum after all. Can you attract so many people?