"Finger cakes?" Hearing this name, Han was stunned.

"Yes, don't you see that cake is eaten with our hands, let's call it a finger cake." Qiao Mo'er said with a smile.

She thought about this for a day, since their family wants to do business, they must first put up the signboard, the name pancake has no new meaning, she simply adopted the name of the finger cake in her previous life.

"Qiao's finger cake, it's very good."

Qiao Xu and Liu Zening agreed, and even Dou'er clapped his hands and said it sounded good.

……

Although it was a tiring day, no one in the family went to sleep first, and even Dou'er was busy with them, preparing the dishes to be used tomorrow.

Because tomorrow is fifty cakes, Han woke up the noodles, and before the end of the day, he got up again.

There are not a lot of radish gnocchi and dried bamboo shoots at home, it won't take a few days at all, and Qiao Mo'er loves bamboo shoots very much, so Han thought about replacing it with something else.

"I see that there are bean sprouts sold in the vegetable market, let's get some rolls in them."

When Qiao Mo'er knew Han's thoughts, she said with a smile.

To tell the truth, the bamboo shoots were dried, laboriously broken, and bothered to cut and dried, and a total of a few catties were not dried, she was going to wait until there was no vegetable in winter, fried meat to eat, if it ran out at this time, she was really reluctant.

Fortunately, bean sprouts are cheap, and they can also buy beans for their own hair, and a pound of beans can make a lot of bean sprouts, and they can't lose money.

Han praised her, saying that it was good to pay attention, so she went to buy a few catties of beans that day and went home to send bean sprouts.

With a good start on the first day, business was good in the next few days, Qiao Mo'er was afraid that Han's would be tired, so she asked her to only make fifty cakes a day, and she didn't do more, which can be regarded as hunger marketing.

Lu Wei said with a smile, and learned another trick from Qiao Mo'er.

"Is that the finger cake you sell?"

On this day, Qiao Mo'er was happily collecting cashiers, when suddenly a few men in black shorts and some menacing men came.

"Big brothers, what's the matter?"

Qiao Guangfa thought that someone was looking for trouble, so he quickly stood up from the stove, walked out to block in front of his wife and children, and said with a cautious smile.

The men were stunned, and then they also felt that they might be scared, so they patted Qiao Guangfa's shoulder, tried to make himself look kind, and said with a smile: "We are here to ask your family to buy finger cakes, not to find trouble." ”

"Uncle, how many do you want to buy?"

It's business, Qiao Mo'er breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's the case, my son-in-law is going to have a happy event, and after my lord ate your finger cake yesterday, he thought it was good, so he wanted to add this to the banquet."

This is a big business, Qiao Mo'er's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked, "Then how much do you need?" ”

"My lord said, order eighty first."

Seeing that Qiao Guangfa spoke just now, the business after that was all about this little girl talking, this Ding thought it was interesting, but when he spoke, he still looked at Qiao Guangfa and Han's words.

"Eighty..."After thinking about it in her heart, Qiao Mo'er asked, "Then when do you want it?" ”

"The day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow..."

Eighty loaves of bread, that is, six hundred and forty yuan, minus the cost, you can make a net profit of four hundred yuan.

"Our master said, well done, there will be a reward for silver when the time comes." Seeing that the family looked at the little girl, they hesitated, and this family Ding said again.

"Then may I ask who your master is? After all, this bread should be eaten hot, in case it will be cold when the time comes. ”

"Our master is Li Zhongqiang's family in Xilianghe, and you don't need to run errands to send it, when the time comes, we will have a banquet in this Mingyue Restaurant, and you can just send it to the restaurant." Jia Ding pointed to the restaurant behind Qiao Mo'er and said with a smile.

Hearing the name of Li Zhongqiang of Xilianghe, not to mention the Han family, Qiao Mo'er's heart sank, and Dou'er grabbed her hand directly.

At that time, it wasn't because of one hundred taels of silver that Qiao Guangsheng sold her from the second to the Li family in Xilianghe.