Looking at Yu Guang's skillful kneading of noodles, 08 squatted decadently in the sea of consciousness: there are so many things to do, why should his host choose to sell steamed buns...

Yu Guang was in a good mood, and explained to 08 with great interest: "This is not a steamed bun, this is a pastry."

It's a pity that Yu Guang's explanation didn't bring much comfort to 08: "Host, don't you feel shameless when you make this thing to sell it?"

Yu Guang smiled softly: "I didn't expect that you, a defective product, would care about face, but I was negligent."

It's funny that this faceless thing actually wants a face.

08: "..."The host bullied him again...

The morning time passed in the hustle and bustle, and it was time to wait until the afternoon to really steam the pastries.

As soon as the pastries were steamed in the pot for a while, I saw Wang Xiaotian sneakily peeking out of the room: "Auntie, it's so fragrant!"

As he was talking, he was pressed back by Mrs. Ding's hand.

Mrs. Ding nodded to Yu Guang: "You continue to be busy."

After that, he quickly closed the door, and heard Mrs. Ding in the room reprimand Wang Xiaotian for having no rules in a low voice, and the corners of Yu Guang's mouth were slightly raised: This old woman is quite good at educating children.

Around the end of the evening, Yu Guang put several baskets of steamed pastries on a small cart and went directly to the factory's activity square.

In recent years, economic development has been supported, and people have more entertainment.

Here are a few small squares near the factory area, and every night there are young people carrying radios to dance disco.

As soon as the music sounded, it attracted a crowd of people in a short time, as well as the elderly who led their children to watch the excitement and take a walk by the way.

Some people dance, naturally some people set up stalls, and there are many stalls selling clothes and headband jewelry in the vicinity.

When they found out that Yu Guang was selling food, the stall owners' faces were not very good-looking, and they pointed to a leeward position for Yu Guang to pass.

They sell clothes, and once they get the smell, they don't sell well.

In case this person sells leek buns, they will have to finish these stalls.

Yu Guang was not annoyed, but quietly pushed the small cart to the position that everyone pointed out to her.

After about half an hour, a group of people had jumped and were out of breath to rest.

Yu Guang saw the opportunity, directly took out the self-heating bag he had made in the afternoon, threw it into the bottom pot with the cage drawer, and then poured it full of water.

As a large amount of heat comes out, a sweet and rich floral fragrance spreads out.

It didn't take long for it to attract everyone's attention.

Sweetness is the most appealing to women and children.

Free love is now popular, and there are many couples in the small square, and there are even more courteous young men.

Seeing that the female companion stopped and looked around, the young men immediately helped to find the source of the fragrance, and also saw the stall in the afterglow.

But before they could walk over, those greedy children led the adults of the family to come over, and the stall was instantly full of people.

An old woman with glasses and a soft face was pulled and squeezed to the front by her two grandchildren.

She looked up at Yu Guang and smiled gently, "What are you selling here, the taste is very strong."

This girl looks familiar.

Yu Guang smiled softly at her: "It's hibiscus cake, two cents and five one, auntie either." ….

There is this person in the memory of the original owner, this surname Zheng is the mother of He Deputy Director of Chen's father's factory, and she was the principal of the primary school in the factory before her retirement.

Later, Deputy Director He gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses at home, and Mrs. Zheng lived at her son's house to help take care of her grandson.

It's not short of money.

Hearing this price, Mrs. Zheng's brows furrowed slightly, now a meat bun is only two cents, and this girl's things are too expensive.

But the two children stood in front of the stall, just unwilling to go.

Mrs. Zheng couldn't persuade the two children, so she could only make a fuss from Yu Guang's side: "You are selling things here, and you have a health permit..."

As he spoke, he saw Yu Guang take out a piece of paper with a health permit written on it from his backpack: "Is this what Auntie said?"

Zheng Lao Taiyuan wanted to leave on the pretext that things were not clean, but he didn't want to be embarrassed by Yu Guang.

Her cheeks flushed slightly: "There is a price..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Yu Guang show off the stamped "pricing permit": "I have all the documents on my body, which one does my aunt want to see."

I like this kind of trouble-seeking, which is more memorable than explaining it myself.

was shown twice in a row, and Mrs. Zheng's blushing became more and more intense: "Then give me one!"

She is also a person with status, so she can't ask for a long time and ask for a price and look at the certificate, and finally pull the two children and leave.

Although it is too distressing to buy two, it is okay to buy one and give it to the two children, and after all, it has not lost face.

It's just this mess, she doesn't want to come back in the future.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zheng took out three cents from her pocket: "Give me change."

Yu Guang responded with a smile, and then took out a simple small paper bowl folded from rice paper from his side, cut a hibiscus cake and handed it over.

The moment the cage drawer was opened, the fragrance became more and more intense, and the people around couldn't help but take two deep breaths: it was really fragrant and sweet.

Many people on the periphery wanted to leave when they heard the price, but they were still curious about what this pastry worth two cents and five cents looked like, so they secretly poked and poked here to see the excitement.

Everyone has a crowd in their hearts, smelling the sweet smell, and seeing so many people around here, they immediately came over to see the excitement.

For a while, there was a feeling of crowds around the food stalls.

At this time, it is darker, and the street lights on both sides of the road are already on.

Mrs. Zheng looked critically at the small paper bowl handed over by Yu Guang, and in the middle of the milky white paper bowl, there was a walnut-sized pastry.

The pastry is transparent, made in the shape of a bud, wrapped in layers.

The lower part of the center is a pale pink core, which looks crystal clear and quite delicate.

It's just that this thing is too small no matter how you look at it, and it's not worth two cents at all.

Feeling fooled, Mrs. Zheng pursed her lips and looked at Yu Guang disapprovingly: "You dim sum..."

Her words were interrupted by Yu Guang for the third time: "Auntie, you blow it."

Mrs. Zheng just wanted to ask Yu Guang why, but after seeing Yu Guang's soft gaze, she subconsciously blew on the dim sum.

With her movements, the original bud-shaped dim sum slowly bloomed and turned into a blooming hibiscus flower.

The crystal clear petals completely filled the paper bowl that was originally mostly empty.

The pink sauce in the center of the flower is even more delicate.

The bowl full of hibiscus flowers doesn't look as small as it just came out of the pot.

Not only Mrs. Zheng, but even the surrounding onlookers also exclaimed.

Mrs. Zheng's dragon and phoenix grandson even hugged her grandmother's legs and jumped and jumped: "I want it too, I want it too..."

As they screamed, the surrounding crowd also stirred, and there were sounds everywhere urging them to line up for pastries.

Whatever is expensive or not, be sure to buy things before others grab them.

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