Mu Xiu said with a smile: "Then I'll go and make a lot of chicken cakes for Brother Pan." After speaking, Mu Xiu entered the kitchen, prepared the flour, sugar, sesame oil and eggs, and took out cornstarch, whisk, egg white separator, and milk from the space.

Mu Xiu first separated the egg whites and yolks of the ten eggs, stirred up all the egg yolks, poured them into a large bowl, put in a spoonful of oil, about 20 grams, put in 100 ml of milk, poured half a catty of flour into it, and stirred the contents of the big bowl evenly.

Then beat the egg whites, pour 30 grams of sugar into a large bowl full of egg whites, stir quickly with a whisk, beat until the egg whites are bubbly, then add 30 grams of sugar and continue to stir quickly until the egg whites become foamy, and then add the beaten egg whites into the previously stirred egg yolks in two parts.

Then put it into the mold, that is, in an aluminum basin, cover the pot, steam for 20 minutes on medium-low heat, and the cake is ready, the golden color, just looking at it makes people want to eat, and the swelling pastry can be cut into more than a dozen triangular egg steamed cakes.

After Mu Xiu put the second one in the steamer, he took the finished egg steamed cake into the hall.

"It smells so good." A very rich sweet taste, which directly catches the sense of smell.

Everyone picked up a piece and began to eat, only to feel that the pastry was soft and delicious, sweet but not greasy, full of fragrant egg flavor filled the mouth and nose, very appetizing.

The taste of this chicken cake was completely surprising to them, it was so delicious.

"Second aunt, this chicken cake is different from the one you brought back in the county last time." Li Pandi asked while eating.

What Mu Xiu brought back from the county seat was the old-fashioned chicken cake, each with an earthy yellow color as big as a fist, and this kind of egg steamed cake, golden brown and fluffy.

What's more, I don't know how long the chicken cake in the county has been sitting, and this one is freshly cooked.

"This is a new research by the second aunt, how does it taste?"

"It's better than that, it's really good, it's too porridge to eat." Li Pandi's mouth was full, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Mu Xiu, this chicken cake is delicious, but how much is the right price?" Chen Xuhui finished eating the pastry in his hand, looked at the golden and attractive chicken cake, and asked with a frown.

The raw eggs used in this chicken cake are home-made, and the eggs in the black market in the provincial capital were 1 cent a piece, but in the countryside, eggs are cheaper, 3 cents a piece, 10 eggs 3 cents, milk is now a rare thing, Mu Xiu doesn't know how to calculate the price, but there are not many of them.... Even if milk and sugar are five cents, the cost is eight cents.

The average amount of egg steamed cake cut is 12 yuan, and a piece is sold for one dime, which is two cents a piece, and a whole piece of egg steamed cake can earn 4 cents.

"If you sell a dime a piece, you can make four cents." Mu Xiu said it well, and after finishing speaking, she couldn't help sighing, this hard work is only four cents, it's really better to go to the county seat or provincial capital to sell something, but the money from selling things in the provincial city is not easy to pass, and she has to think of various reasons to spend it, so these small money that can only be sadly urged have to be earned with great effort.

"It's too expensive, the chicken cake in the county town, a piece is 7 cents, anyway, if I am asked to buy it, I am reluctant to buy it for 7 cents." Zhou Shuilian said with some distress.

"Let's try it first, there are so many people in the bazaar." Mu Xiu is a little confident in the food he makes.

The next day, Chen Xuhui drove the ox cart in the bright sky, pulling things, and rushed to the Bali Temple, there were not many people on the road, only occasionally there was a dog barking, Mu Xiu sat in the car, but he was thinking about how much money he could make today.

After walking for about an hour, the sky had already begun to lighten, and when I approached the Bali Temple, I saw a lot of people on the side of the road from a distance.

"There's a tree over there, let's go over there, just in time for the cow to be tied behind the tree." Mu Xiu pointed to a tree not far in front of him, fortunately they came early, and there were already people setting up stalls next to them.

By the time Mu Xiu and the others set up the table, this row had been occupied by all the people who came, on the left of Mu Xiu's stall was an uncle selling fish, and on the right was a lady selling cloth shoes.

After Chen Xuhui tied the ox cart, he and Mu Xiaocao came over with things, pastries and skin care products were put on the table, eggs and bamboo baskets were placed on the ground in front of the table, Mu Xiu sat behind his stall, and Mu Xiaocao sat in front of the stall.

At this time, they all came to grab the stalls and set up stalls, and one after another people continued to find a good place, spread a piece of cloth and put things away, and rarely came with tables and chairs like Mu Xiujia.

"Sister, Brother Chen, let me go out for a walk and see what everyone sells?" Mu Xiu said curiously.

"Don't run far, if you don't know the place, don't be unable to find it." Mu Xiaocao was a little worried.

"Our stall is so obvious, you can see it from afar, you can rest assured." After Mu Xiu finished speaking, he walked to the front.

There are all kinds of things in the market, but they are all relatively common things, such as fried soybeans, fried peanuts, fried melon seeds, and those selling sugar water, salted fish, pickles, insoles, straw hats, and the like.

There are also those who sell clothes, all of which are white vests made of coarse cloth woven by the peasant family themselves, black shorts, etc., as well as various basins and large teacups for drinking water, but the things are relatively simple, nothing more than some home-grown food.

The sun was rising higher and higher, and Mu Xiu seemed to have more and more people coming and going, and the market was nothing to see, so he walked to his stall.

"Mother, I want to eat this." A childish voice came.

Mu Xiu looked over and saw a little boy about seven years old pointing to the chicken cake on the table and saying to a cleanly dressed young woman beside him.

"Okay, Huzi can buy it if he wants to eat it." The young woman glanced at her son lovingly, and asked Chen Xuhui, "Young man, how do you sell this chicken cake?" ”

"A dime." Mu Xiu walked over and answered for Chen Xuhui.

"It's so expensive, I'm almost able to buy half a catty of noodles, and I can make many white flour cakes." The young woman hesitated a little when she heard the price.

"Eldest sister, there are eggs and sesame oil in it, as well as white sugar, which is sweet and sweet, and the children eat it, it is nutritious and healthy, but it is much more expensive than flour gold." Mu Xiu explained with a smile.

"Huzi, didn't we just eat at home, let's go around first, and I'll buy it when I come back later." After all, the young woman was a little reluctant, coaxing her son to go first, and just not coming here for a while.

"It's okay, you can taste a little if you don't buy it." Mu Xiu happily picked up the knife, took out a piece with chopsticks, cut two very small pieces, and handed it to the mother and son.