Today is the second day of opening for business.

After Shu Nuan said a few words to Shu Hao, people came to buy breakfast one after another.

And almost everyone who tasted the taste subconsciously took a bite and came back to buy a second serving.

Shu Nuan had a shallow smile on her face, and she gave change to the guests with quick movements.

"Girl, business is good." Brother Nan, who took a step later, greeted Shu Nuan, and then walked quickly to her stall. "Pick up a bun for me."

"Okay."

Shu Nuan replied and took the bun to collect the money.

Brother Nan took a bite of the hot bun in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly with satisfaction.

"I'm going to set up a stall too, you're busy."

After Brother Nan left with a smile on his face, Shu Nuan focused his attention on his stall.

At this point in time, it is the time when the flow of people is the highest, and the people who came to buy the buns yesterday gathered around and bought a bun again.

"Little girl, the buns you made are so delicious, I took them home for my grandson to eat yesterday, and today I have to make a fuss about eating, what a little glutton."

An aunt verbally dislikes her grandson, but the smile on her face is singular and unrestrained.

Shu Nuan is naturally very happy that someone likes his buns.

She quickly loaded the buns for the guests and greeted the visitors with a smile.

After yesterday's not-so-official publicity, she couldn't imagine that she would be so easy to let her buns be loved by others.

Because of the recognition of a small group of people, those passers-by who were attracted by the crowd of onlookers naturally stopped and stepped forward to buy a few and try them.

Everyone has a herd mentality, and there are naturally more and more people gathered in front of her stall.

Food can be enjoyable, and food that has been warmly cooked becomes a complete treat when eaten in the mouth.

In this case, no matter how bad the mood is, as long as she eats the food she cooks, the mood will improve. Therefore, when Shu Nuan was setting up a stall to do business, she did not meet a person who made it difficult for her.

After a week like this, Shu Nuan, a small steamed bun stall, already has a group of regular customers.

On this day, an old grandmother who lives nearby and comes early every morning to buy steamed buns and go back to make breakfast for her family can't help but put forward an opinion to Shu Nuan.

"Xiao Nuan, your soup dumplings are delicious, but we eat this every day, I'm fine, the little ones in my family are starting to mess with me......"

When Shu Nuan heard this, his hand that was picking up buns paused slightly, and he didn't know how to answer.

She opened a business and couldn't always drive customers away.

The old man didn't wait for her to answer, but after exhaling, he continued: "I told them that if they don't want to eat, they should buy other ones themselves, but they didn't want to eat them one by one, and they said that they were used to eating the buns you made, and other ones were not delicious." ”

Shu Nuan smiled slightly at the corners of her mouth and continued to collect money and change.

At this time of day, business is at its best, and she still has to take care of other customers.

However, after the aunt got the things, she did not leave, but retreated to the side and continued to chat with her.

"Xiao Nuan, when will you add something else to sell? There's only one ......"

Shu Nuan was busy with his business, while listening to the other party's words, nodding his head from time to time.

In fact, there is no need for the other party to mention it, she is already thinking about increasing the variety, after all, only selling one thing is indeed easy to make others tired.

After a week of exploration, Shu Nuan has become accustomed to setting up stalls in the morning and closing stalls in the afternoon.

Today, everything was the same as a few days ago, after the things were sold, she estimated the time, said goodbye to Shu Hao and left here.

This afternoon, after Shu Nuan prepared the things she needed tomorrow as usual, she began to think about what she could add to sell.

"Add something?"

She lay on the table in the center of her room, holding her cheek in one hand and a ballpoint pen in the other, writing and drawing in a blank notebook.

This ordinary homework book was the one she used to keep accounts, and now a few pages of it were filled with dense words.

"Hey......"

There are so many things that can be added that it's not easy to choose a few of them.

After staring at the book and thinking for a while, she finally chose the right ones from them.

"I'm alone, it's too complicated, and I don't have that time."

Shu Nuan considered her personal situation and decided to increase the variety of steamed buns, and then add tea eggs.

In fact, she prefers braised eggs, but braised eggs don't have to be troublesome to make tea eggs, and they use more seasonings than tea eggs.

"Hmm...... Steamed buns should be added to vegetarian buns, expand a few more, and you can also change them according to the situation. ”

Shu Nuan writes and paints, and temporarily sets what he wants to sell in the future.

In fact, her favorite is the meat buns made from umeboshi at home, which can absorb the fat of pork, and after a comprehensive review, the taste is very delicious.

"The dried plum vegetables that my grandmother stuffed me last time don't seem to have been touched yet."

Shu Nuan muttered as she got up to find the dried plum vegetables that she had put away.

The umeboshi they are talking about is actually a dried vegetable made with salt and vegetables at home, because it is pickled with salt, and it tastes much better than the vegetables that are directly dried in the sun.

Shu Nuan said to do it, and in the afternoon, while it was still early, he would make the plum dried vegetable and meat buns first.

"Hoo ......"

She reached out to uncover the steaming steamer, dipped her hands in cold water, and then reached for a bun and gently pulled it open.

The dried plum vegetables fully absorbed the fat of the pig's head, and naturally there was no excess fat flowing out of it, and the dough of the buns had a strong wheat aroma, mixed with the fragrance of the dried plum vegetables, which made her swallow her saliva subconsciously.

"Why does it smell better than the soup dumplings I made?"

Shu Nuan thought silently and gently took a bite of the bun in his hand.

"Well, it's delicious."

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked surprised.

As a chef, she is actually immune to the food she makes.

She is naturally happy when others eat the food she cooks with a look of enjoyment, but she doesn't have much sense of the food herself.

And this time, she only felt that the buns in her hands were exceptionally fragrant and tasted unusually delicious.

"It's really strange, I didn't make it so delicious some time ago, right? Is it because the ingredients are different? ”

Shu Nuan put the remaining half of the bun in his hand on the plate, and then turned to study his ingredients.

Whether it's flour or pork, it's the same as the other day, and the only difference is naturally the umeboshi that I brought out from home.

In order to confirm her conjecture, she thought about it for a moment, went out to buy the same plum vegetables, and started to make the same basket of steamed buns again.