"Also, don't call it a boss! There are no bosses anymore! Yan Lang glanced left and right, and found that there was no one around for a hundred meters, so he dared to whisper to Feng Hua. After speaking, he also looked at the building not far away, for fear that the people inside would hear.

They are now in the small garden at the entrance of the community.

"I like your Ruyi cake very much, I have liked it since I was a child." Feng Hua continued. This is the truth, although I have never eaten it in this life, but I have eaten a lot in my last life, and the dim sum in Ruyifang is really good, otherwise it will not help Yan Lang Fei Huang Tengda.

According to Yan Lang, he strictly follows the recipe of his ancestors, does not increase, does not subtract, does not change things, his family's classic "Ruyi Cake" has been a flavor for a hundred years, and he wants to change the taste to try on the new product, and give it another name.

When it came to his family's "Ruyi Cake", Yan Lang's whole person relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face: "It's a pity that the materials are not complete now, otherwise I can make it for you to eat." ”

"You follow me, what materials do you want?" Feng Hua said.

Yan Lang: "...... What does it mean to follow? No hired workers now! It's no small feat! Yan Lang looked around and whispered solemnly.

"I'll provide you with housing and materials, you make things for me, and we'll live separately, and no one will know you're a hired laborer."

That's right..... Yan Lang was silent and asked for a while, "Then how many things do I need to make every day?" Let me start with the fact that it's dangerous to open a private store to sell things now. He thought that Feng Hua was in love with his craft, and he wanted to open a pastry shop, but it was just a black workshop.

He once had this idea, first, he didn't want to lose his craft, and secondly, he also wanted to make some money to subsidize his family, and it was empty to sit and eat, not to mention the current prices, what his ancestors had saved for more than a hundred years, and it seemed that he was about to lose it.

But it is precisely because of the current prices that he can't find raw materials at all, so he can't do it. Moreover, a few of those colleagues who had a good relationship did this back then, and the end was miserable.

He has "old" and young, and does not dare to take risks.

"I don't open a store, there's no risk, it's just for me and my relatives and friends to eat." Feng Hua said that she also considered the issue of opening a store for a moment, but the risk was too great, and she was not short of the two money, after these two years, a pound of pastries sold for three or five yuan a catty, or the official legal selling price, and the small workshop sold for a few cents a pound at most. Selling the space production to such a point that she will die of distress.

"Ruyi Fang"? Northerners haven't heard of it, there will be no celebrity effect, and if you open a store, you don't dare to play the brand of Ruyifang, where is the problem?

She didn't want to eat, she just wanted to pull Yan Lang a hand. Because......

At this time, Zhou Yafen came out after changing her clothes. Although his face was pale, the whole person no longer had the madness to die, and he looked like a normal person.

Now those with healthy and ruddy faces are not normal people, such as Feng Hua, walking on the road is definitely eye-catching.

Yan Lang heard that it was only for Feng Hua and her family, and she was moved, this is the former private chef, who still lives outside, as long as they don't say it themselves, there is zero risk! And he can do without salary or money, just take care of the food......

Looking at the 50 eggs in his arms, Yan Lang's eyes lit up when he looked at Feng Hua again, with this kind of master's family, he no longer had to run around looking for good food for his son, just save his share!

"That, that...."Yan Lang was a little anxious and wanted to ask when he could go to work, but looked at Zhou Yafen next to him and closed his mouth honestly.

Zhou Yafen walked over and stood beside Feng Hua a little blankly. She didn't know where she could go or what to do besides die.

Feng Hua's gaze turned around the two of them, and said to Yan Lang, "Go home with you first?" ”

"Good, good!" Yan Lang turned around and walked towards home with the two of them, he hadn't given anyone money yet, and the question of "cook" had not been discussed.

The three of them walked out of the bustling Bund, out of the light, and out of the darkness..... There are no street lights out of the Bund~

After walking all the way for nearly an hour, Yan Lang led the two of them into an alley and entered a shikumen.

Shikumen, is a characteristic building of Shanghai, with stone as the door frame, with black lacquer solid thick wood as the door, so it is called Shikumen, a bit equivalent to the current unit door, the door is two or three floors of buildings, there is a patio or no patio, a family or a few rooms.

As soon as he entered the door, the crying in the house could no longer be suppressed, shaking people's ears and Yan Lang trembled. Is it his son......

There were a few chatting people sitting in the small patio, they were all neighbors who lived in this shikumen, and when they saw Yan Lang and the people behind him, they all looked blank, and only when their eyes fell on Yan Lang's arms did they brighten up a little.

"Eggs again?" An old lady immediately leaned over with a smile: "I bought so much this time!" How many will you give to your aunt? You see that the little grandson of the aunt's family has recently been noisy by several children of the He family, and he can't eat and sleep well, and he has lost a lot of weight! ”

"My kids too! Score a few of my family too! Another old lady came over: "Look at it, every day, you know how to cry, and if you can't grab the egg custard, you cry." The old lady was stunned for a moment after speaking, and then looked at Yan Lang with a weak and nervous face.

Yan Lang frowned, a little unintelligible...... From time to time, he will dig out a few eggs for his son, but those are all for his son's life, and how many children in his brother-in-law's family will rob them? Cry if you can't grab it? Why haven't you heard my mother-in-law mention it?

Yan Lang didn't care about greeting Feng Hua, and walked up the stairs to the pavilion. The neighbors looked at each other and did not dare to speak again. The old lady who spoke at the beginning was still dissatisfied and punched another old lady, and the old lady endured it with a weak expression on her face.

A shikumen is equivalent to a small villa with two or three floors, with a patio, a living room, a kitchen, a side room, an ordinary room, an attic and a pavilion.

The pavilion room is on the kitchen, the bottom of the sundeck, facing north, the area is small, and it is the worst room in the Shikumen house. The two-story building has a one-story pavilion, and the three-story building has a two-story pavilion, which was once used as a utility room or nanny room by wealthy families.

In the past, this Shikumen house belonged to the Yan family, but now Yan Lang only owns the upper and lower floors of the pavilion here, and the rest is rented out, and he can receive 20 yuan a month in rent.

No, he only owns half of the room now, and the other half is a family of six people living in his mother-in-law and brother-in-law. He and his son only have one bed in the pavilion room on the second floor, the other bed in the house houses his mother-in-law and his brother-in-law's two daughters, and the upstairs pavilion room houses the brother-in-law and their two sons.

Yan Lang frowned, he walked very slowly, the floor was trampled and creaked, usually when he heard this sound, his mother-in-law would immediately greet him, and asked him anxiously and worriedly if he had changed things, how was Xiaobao today......

But today, it may be that the two sons of the brother-in-law are crying too loudly, and no one hears him going upstairs.

"Stinky boy, eat, eat! Just know how to eat! This egg is all you can eat! The mother-in-law reprimanded in a low voice that she didn't know which grandson, it could be the eldest grandson He Jingen, or the younger grandson He Yingen.

Yan Lang's expression outside the door was relaxed.

"Everything else for you to eat! If you don't give him half of it, he'll starve to death! When the time comes, I'll pour eggs for you! The old lady continued.

As soon as Yan Lang's hand was released, the egg fell.