"I know, you forgot, the last time you went to the city, why were you targeted by pickpockets?"

Seeing that Ye Zhenzhen regarded herself as a foodie, Yang Guifeng glanced at Ye Zhenzhen busily, she is not a fool, she is just thinking about eating meat buns.

Ye Zhenzhen was not stupid, and suddenly understood what Yang Guifeng meant.

"You mean we also make steamed buns to sell? No, steamed buns will have a fragrance, and when others smell it, it is easy to find out what we are doing. Moreover, I think Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang are already a little suspicious of us, if we use the stove at home again, sooner or later we will be discovered. ”

Thinking of the previous admonition from Yang Huaming and Teng Jianxiu, Ye Zhenzhen immediately denied the idea of making steamed buns.

Yang Guifeng raised his finger and pointed in the direction of Chen Ergou's house.

"Since we're going to partner with Brother Ergou, why don't we go to their house to do it? The meat buns have a taste, we can make something else, steamed buns, rice cakes, those shouldn't taste so fragrant? ”

Huh?

Ye Zhenzhen listened to Yang Guifeng's words, and her eyes lit up.

"That's right, we can go to Brother Ergou's house to do it, but steamed buns and rice cakes are not uncommon things, and they may not be so easy to sell. Let's go, Guifeng, let's go back quickly, I want to go back and think about what I can do to sell. ”

The problem that has been entangled with her for almost half a month has been revealed by Yang Guifeng, and she must follow this line of thought to figure out a clue.

In the ten years of turmoil in her previous life, Ye Zhenzhen tasted all kinds of suffering, not to mention other good things, even steamed buns, she hadn't eaten much. Fortunately, before the disaster, her family conditions were good, and she had eaten some good things in the city.

But that's not a rarity......

What the hell is going to do?

"Zhenzhen, it's been a long time, and I don't even know what you like to eat now. But I think you've suffered so much over the years, you should be willing to eat something sweet. It's your birthday and I bought you a cake, cream cake......"

"A new cake shop has opened in front of my house, and a new type of cake has been made, made of red dates, and I don't know if I will like it......"

"Why haven't you woken up yet? You're in your thirties this year, when are you going to sleep? The youngest daughter of the eldest brother's family learned what to bake for her boyfriend, I didn't seem to have done anything for you at the beginning, so I learned from her cheekily and made some biscuits, when can you get up and taste it yourself? ”

In the darkness and boundless darkness, Ye Zhenzhen suddenly heard a soft and peaceful voice echoing.

That voice, she is not unfamiliar with at all, it is Lu Yuheng's voice.

It was when she was lying in a hospital bed in a vegetative state, and he used to whisper in her ear, either telling her interesting stories about each day or recounting the only memories of the past between them.

For some reason, she suddenly dreamed of the words he had whispered in her ear.

At night, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the dark room, and the inspirations in her mind rushed one after another.

Cakes, dates, biscuits......

She suddenly discovered that Lu Yuheng was the dawn of her life, from her previous life to her present life.

Every time he came to see her, he would not sit dryly, either scrubbing her body, or he would talk to her, and no matter how bad he was, he would hold a book to read to her.

Ever since he learned to bake, he would bring him every day what he had made, tasting the flavors on her behalf while talking to him about how to do it.

It's just that after a long time, Ye Zhenzhen can't remember those practices very clearly.

She closed her eyes and tapped her hand on the door of her head, something vaguely flashing through her mind.

Call......

It was too messy to close her eyes and think about it, so she simply lifted the quilt, got up from the hot quilt, lit the kerosene lamp, opened her notebook, and recorded it while rubbing her head with a pen.

In this way, a kerosene lamp burned directly to the dawn, and the fire was about to be extinguished.

Looking at the recipes and recipes of the three or four pastries on the book, Ye Zhenzhen finally breathed a sigh of relief and yawned.

The oil lamp was blown out by the wind that came out of the yawn.

Ye Zhenzhen noticed that the oil in the kerosene lamp had dried up, and the wick was about to burn out, so she hurriedly patted her mouth, picked up the kerosene lamp, pried open the lid with a screwdriver, and added a full bottle of kerosene to it.

"Zhenzhen, what did you do last night? When I wake up in the middle of the night, how do you see that the lights are still on in your room? ”

Seeing Ye Zhenzhen open the door, Teng Jianxiu walked over, looked at Ye Zhenzhen's house, and asked her.

Ye Zhenzhen hurriedly yawned and smiled at her.

"It's nothing, it's just that I remember something and write a letter to my parents."

As he spoke, he put away the written recipe and locked it in a drawer.

Seeing this, Teng Jianxiu didn't say anything, and went straight to the ground with a hoe.

The first rape and wheat have been sown for almost a month, and they have begun to sprout and grow seedlings, and the weeds in the field have begun to sprout, and it is time to weed the field again.

Seeing this, Ye Zhenzhen also hurriedly got up and washed her face, picked up a hoe and went to the next door to find Yang Guifeng.

"Guifeng, I've figured out what we're going to do!"

When Yang Guifeng heard this, his eyebrows widened, and he stared at Ye Zhenzhen in surprise.

"Really, what?"

"I've thought about several, but with our current conditions, the easiest thing is to make cakes and cakes."

Cake The oldest-fashioned kind of cake only needs egg flour and sugar to make the cake, the process is simple, and the ingredients are slightly cheaper and easier to buy.

The method of making cakes is similar to that of rice cakes, but the form is different, and you can sprinkle some other things on it, which is rarer than rice cakes, and should be able to sell better than rice cakes.

At this time, there was also a cake, stained with the light of Yang Huaming's eldest son, and Yang Guifeng was fortunate to taste it once.

"It's great that you can make cakes. You don't know, last time the eldest brother came back from the city and brought a few catties and divided two pieces for our family, and my younger brother and I both thought it was delicious. ”

Looking at the glowing appearance in Yang Guifeng's eyes, Ye Zhenzhen was surprised.

In this era, there is a shortage of materials, and the children have no snacks and tooth sacrifices, and everything that can be eaten in the mouth is a delicacy in the world.

The more this is the case, the more sure she is that there will be a market for cakes.

"Then let's go to Second Brother Chen's house tonight to try, do you know which one has eggs to buy?"

In this era, every household has a fixed number of chickens, and more than five are in danger of being attacked.

Therefore, if you want to make a cake, you have to collect eggs, Ye Zhenzhen is not from this village, and she doesn't know who has chickens or not, and she has to rely on Yang Guifeng.