Chapter 1212: Nineties Control Group (22)

Ma Chunfang was completely relieved now.

"Then come out to the stall this evening to sell this...... What's this called? ”

"Secret sauce cake!"

"That's right! Sauce cakes, do we want to sell them? ”

"I'm afraid not today." Xu Yin pointed to the flour bag, "There is not much flour, if you add sauce and fragrant cakes to the night stall tonight, it will not be enough to go out tomorrow morning." ”

“……”

"Let your dad go to the grain station and carry a bag back now!"

Xu Wuyi didn't say anything: "Okay, okay, I'll buy it now." ”

Originally, this point will make up for sleep, get up and get lunch again, and after eating, we will prepare the materials for the night stall, but at this time, everyone's spirit is good, and they can't sleep when they go to sleep, and it is still early to prepare the materials for the night stall.

Xu Yin can think about it, she can use it as lunch, and if she does more, she will use it as propaganda for her neighbors on the left and right, so she taught on the spot.

Not only are Ma Chunfang's sisters and brothers full of energy, but Xu Xiao's children are also gathered around the dinner table, watching Xu Yin kneading and rolling dough, with great admiration written in her dark and bright eyes:

"Sister, why do you knead your dough so easily, and your arms don't hurt? Uncle kneaded the dough and struggled to pull it, and it hurt this and that. ”

Ma Jianbing said that he was shot in the knee: "I'm a novice!" Just learn this! In a few days, I will be able to knead like your sister. ”

"Really?"

“……”

Ma Jianbing was aroused to win: "If you don't believe it, wait and see!" ”

After that, he snatched the dough in Xu Yin's hand: "Yinyin, I'll come, and I'll hand over the kneading of dough in the future!" I don't believe I can't make a dough! ”

Xu Yin glanced at her younger brother, and saw that the little guy's eyes were full of snickers.

Boy! At such a young age, you will use the agitation method.

But it was exactly what she wanted.

Q: How can I quit gambling as quickly as possible?

Answer: It's hard work!

Let the gambler be so busy that he doesn't have time to think about gambling, and slowly he doesn't want to think about it.

"Bingzi, didn't you say that your arms are sore? Why don't you rub it, or wait for your brother-in-law to come back and let him do it. "Ma Chunfang, the demon who helps his brother, can't see his brother's hard work.

Fortunately, Ma Jianbing's desire to win has not disappeared, he took a towel to wipe his sweat, and continued to knead his dough: "No, I'm much better, the medicinal oil Yin gave me is very effective." ”

Xu Yin took the opportunity to say: "Mom, you just let your uncle knead it, the best dim sum chefs all started by kneading dough." In the future, he will open his own cake stall, and he will not learn how to make the cake stall bigger and stronger? What if you leave everything to someone else to do, and then someone else learns it and goes out on its own? You're not helping, you're pying your uncle. ”

"That's right! Sister, don't pit me! I'm going to learn how to knead dough and make cakes! I'm going to make a long line of customers come to buy the cakes I made! ”

Xu Xiao cheered and shouted on the side: "Uncle, come on!" You can definitely do it! ”

"Absolutely! I'm going to be the king of the cakes that dominates the ten streets! Eldest sister, don't pull me back! ”

Ma Chunfang: "......"

was kind enough to help, but instead became a bad guy who pulled his brother's hind legs?

said angrily: "Okay, okay, then you can rub it yourself, don't shout tired." ”

Since then, Ma Jianbing has given himself a nickname - "Cake King".

Xu Xiao praised him the most:

"Uncle Cake King, it's time to roll out the dough."

"Uncle Cake King, this frying pan is not an ordinary heavy, can you carry it?"

"Uncle Cake King, the stove for making sauce cakes will also be moved to the tricycle."

"Uncle ,...... the Cake King"

"Leave me alone!"

Before leaving the stall in the evening, Ma Jianbing not only kneaded all the dough needed for the night stall, but also helped to take the pancake pan and carry the stove, and he was too tired to do it.

But who let him do this work himself, and he will finish it with tears.

Approaching the end of work in major factories, the Xu family went out on time.

Xu Yin helped her parents bring the stove to the stall as usual, and then drove her uncle and younger brother to the door of the textile factory.

Because the double-sided frying pan for sauce cakes is only customized, it takes strength to use, so it was brought to the textile factory, and my parents sold baked cakes as usual.

A new entry was added to the price list made of cardboard:

Secret sauce cake: 1 yuan / catty.

This price, in Ma Jianbing's opinion, is really a bit expensive, the flour is only five cents a catty, one pound of flour can make two catties of cakes, and the result is that the cake will be sold for one catty?

However, the niece said that it is not just the cost of flour, because what is expensive is not flour, but sauce.

Her sauce is not the cheapest bean paste on the market, it is boiled with high-quality bean paste, sweet noodle sauce, and hoisin sauce, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and selling one piece at a unit price is already a conscience price.

Ma Jianbing is not afraid of making too much money, but is worried that he will not be able to sell. Others don't know that they use good sauces, and when they see that it is so expensive, they don't come to buy it, isn't it a waste of work?

"No, it won't." After Xu Yin fried the sauce cakes, she took out a small plate scale, wiped it clean and put it on the table, and said firmly, "Let Xiaoxiao bring a plate of cut cakes for customers to taste in a while, and they will definitely buy it after tasting!" ”

"Huh? Give it back for free? Ma Jianbing felt that the sauce cake business was a bit difficult to do, "Aren't you afraid that they will leave after eating and eat white food without spending money?" ”

"Don't worry, uncle."

At this time, the bell of the textile factory rang off-duty, and the workers came out of the factory one after another.

"Look! The morning pancake stand is still there! ”

"Ahh I've been reading for a day! This yakiniku is really delicious! I'll buy two for dinner! ”

"Is it really that delicious? Then I'll buy one and try it. ”

"Huh? How did you get an extra kind of cake? What kind of cake is sauce cake? ”

"One dollar and one pound, what kind of cake is so expensive!"

Xu Xiao held a plate of freshly baked sauce cakes cut into small pieces, and used the method taught by his sister to poke a piece of bamboo skewer and handed it to the customer at the front: "Delicious sauce cakes, taste them first and then buy them!" It's not delicious, don't pay for it! ”

"Yo! Little brother, you're drinking so much! This cake is a sauce cake, huh? It smells so good! Is it really free to tasting? ”

"That's right! Try it for free! One person tastes a piece, if it's not delicious, you can't buy it! ”

"I'll taste it!"

"I'll taste it too!"

"Oh, don't squeeze! I haven't tasted it yet! ”

Needless to say, I feel that this cake is amazing, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, brushed with spicy and spicy sauce on the surface, layered like a mille-feuille cake on the inside, and sandwiched with tender green onions.

"I'll weigh a pound!"

"I weigh a pound too!"

"I want half a catty!"

“……”

In front of Xu's cake stall, it was instantly surrounded by female workers buying cakes.

Ma Jianbing was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately continued to fry the next pot with a smile.

The customers who buy the sauce cakes will also take one or two baked cakes away, saying that they are for their families to taste, and ask them if they will come tomorrow, if they come, they will not eat breakfast at home, and come to them to buy the freshly baked sauce cakes to eat.

"Come, come, as long as it doesn't rain!"

"Even if it rains! Wouldn't it be nice to build a canopy! ”

“……”

How is it that you bread buyers are more curly than you are bread sellers?