Chapter 45: Guess how much it sold for?
In the end, Shi Xiaoai really got to talk.
Although the tea stall did not set off firecrackers when it opened today as it did on the first day, as soon as the green tent door opened and the steam with the scent of tea eggs came out, customers soon came.
The first person who came was a regular customer, a middle-aged man who first came to drink some wild tea.
"It smells so good! What new varieties are you adding?" the man asked knowingly as soon as he entered the door.
"Oh, that's the aroma of tea eggs. How about two?"
Shi Xiaoai said, skillfully pouring a cup of hot tea for the man, and then greeted warmly: "Uncle, in addition to tea eggs, we are also adding stone buns. There are three flavours: scallion oil, milk flavour and original flavour. Do you want to choose one of each to try?"
The man stretched his head and looked at the table, his eyes falling on the steaming steamed buns. It couldn't be moved from the big steamer.
Shi Xiaoai smiled and opened the lid of the pot. Suddenly, a stream of white-hot steam came with a solid salty aroma mixed with the familiar fragrance of tea. The middle-aged man couldn't help but take a deep breath. Take a breath.
He showed a lingering look on his face.
Speaking of which, tea eggs are not a rare thing. Everyone has eaten them these days.
But it's so fragrant, let alone eating it, I've never seen it before!
The man was obviously not short of money. He didn't even ask the price and immediately said: "Okay, okay, give me two of these tea eggs first. I haven't had breakfast yet this morning!" Shi Xiaoai specially picked two delicious ones from the pot at the same time and quoted the price: "Uncle, tea eggs are two cents each, two are forty cents, tea is five cents, the total is forty-five cents." The man nodded and took the money from his pocket. He took a wallet and commented: "The price you set is not high; it is very reasonable."
At this point, he raised his head, recalled and asked: "What else did you say just now? And what else? What kind of buns?"
"Stone buns are a local from Shanxi." A mat is placed in the basket. The mat was also covered with thick gauze. Dozens of small cakes were neatly stacked on the gauze, which looked clean.
The pancake was small, not much bigger than an adult's hand.
But I need to find out how it was made. The pancake is not flat but has uneven patterns. The raised areas are burnt yellow, while the recessed areas are snow-white.
"Hey, is it made from pure Fuqiang powder?" The man was already interested in the unique cake before he tasted it.
He glanced at Shi Xiaoai in surprise and then looked specifically at Cheng Yang, standing next to her in military uniform, and praised her: "Okay, little girl, your ability..." He raised his eyebrows at Shi Xiaoai. Thumbs up.
Shi Xiaoai smiled, handed one over to him and made a "you taste it first" gesture.
The man took the stone bun, put it into his mouth, and took a bite. He felt it was soft and sweet. After thinking about it, I noticed it had a light milky flavour.
It makes people want to take a second bite before they have time to chew.
"It's delicious!"
He immediately took another big bite and then exclaimed: "Oh, this tastes really good! This little girl has good craftsmanship! If you keep doing this, you will definitely be able to start a business. This tea stall won't be long before it needs to be expanded!"
Shi Xiaoai curled up the corners of her mouth when he said it and replied with a smile: "I'll take your words as blessings!"
After saying that, she poured a cup of wild tea that the middle-aged man like to drink the most and delivered it to the table inside and held it for him personally.
Although it tastes good, what Xiao Ai sells is actually nothing rare.
The most unique thing about her at this time is not only the taste of the food but also that in this period of material control, not everyone can obtain eggs and white flour in large quantities.
Even if she could be found, few people could do business as openly as she did.
With such good conditions, she didn't have any rare items to live in and just wanted to make quick money.
Like her tea, eggs sell for 20 cents each, but it costs 1.45 cents per catty to buy eggs at the vegetable market with a ticket, which is basically around 8 to 10 cents per catty.
She didn't make a few cents per egg, including the tea, seasonings, and coal fire.
So, as soon as he heard her quotation, the man knew that she was asking for a conscientious price.
Plus, it tastes good, and there is no need for compliments; anyone can guess that if things continue like this, her business will definitely be booming.
This is the reason why this tea stall is located opposite the hospital. Most people who can come here to treat their family members will be willing to spend some money to add nutrition to the patients.
The food for patients in the hospital is not necessarily that good, and the price is not low, so as long as Shi Xiaoai can guarantee a long-term supply, she should be fine selling any eggs or pancakes she has.
Even if the price is slightly higher, there is no problem.
Not to mention that her pancakes are made from white flour and can be purchased in limited quantities.
The more the man thought about it, the more he sighed. He ordered two more stone steamed buns, paid an extra twenty taels of food stamps and twenty-five cents, and then hid in the most sheltered place in the shed and happily ate!
The uncle's words seemed to be magical. After he said that, Shi Xiaoai's business began to get better and better, so good that a long queue formed at the door soon.
The stone-steamed buns were sold out before nine o'clock.
That's not all. The critical thing is that after a while, someone came over and insisted on making a reservation.
They would rather pay the deposit first and let Shi Xiaomi set aside a share for them.
Shi Xiaoai needed clarification.
After asking the customers, she found out that someone bought the stone steamed buns and took them to the ward to feed the patients at home, but the doctor happened to be doing his rounds.
The doctor saw it and said casually: This pancake is good. It is made of yeast dough. It is easy to digest and nourishes the stomach. The patient will be fine after eating it.
As soon as the word spread, all the surrounding family came looking for her.
Shi Xiaoai never expected that a surprise would come from heaven.
I encountered such a good thing on my first day as I re-opened my stall.
She will only be here if she seizes such business opportunities.
When Xiao Ai was about to hand over all the matters at the tea stall to Cheng Yang, he took the empty basket and went home to bake pancakes.
But no matter how beautiful the dream is, reality always holds us back.
She wanted to complete those orders immediately, but the problem was that it took time to make the dough.
Shi Xiaoai didn't want to waste the enthusiasm of the customers and the rare traffic at this time, so after thinking about it, she mixed some noodles and prepared to make steamed buns.
Laomo is actually a roll cake, similar to spring pancakes.
Unlike stone buns, it uses dead noodles. Just mix the dough and let it rest for a while, then roll it into small cakes and fry them in a pan. There is no need to wait for the dough to rise.
This way, it can be used easily and quickly.
After mixing the noodles, cut them into small pieces and set them aside to rest. Shi Xiaoai took out the various vegetables stored at home as quickly as possible and began to choose combinations in her mind.
The yellow flower fungus can be fried with eggs and stir-fried with shredded potatoes. The remaining Chinese cabbage can be cut into pieces sti,r-fried into hot and sour dishes, and mixed with shredded mustard greens.
These four dishes are used to roll steamed buns, which can be regarded as a combination of meat and vegetables.
By the way, you can also use the egg sauce that you made before to serve as a base...
As her mind was spinning, Shi Xiaoai didn't dare to stop her hands and started to clean them at a speed she couldn't even imagine. Cutting into shreds, soaking hair...
The movements are so fast that ghosts appear.
Just when she was about to turn herself into a spinning top, a strange girl's voice sounded outside the yard: "Sister Xiao Ai, Sister Xiao Ai, are you back?" Shi Xiaoai listened carefully and ensured she had never heard this voice before, but she didn't have time to go out and see who it was.
Hearing her call so affectionately, it didn't seem like she had any malice. She stood in the kitchen and agreed: "I'm here. Come in. The door is unlocked." Soon, there was a sound of the door opening and closing outside. Then, a girl appeared at the kitchen door. The girl looked young, in her early twenties. She wears two braids, is not tall, is slender, and looks gentle and quiet.
Shi Xiaoai glanced at her and asked, "Who are you?" The girl smiled at her and introduced herself generously: "Sister Xiaoai, I am Wang Xiaofeng, and Liu Hongxiang is my mother." "Oh, you are Xiaofeng!" Shi Xiaoai suddenly realized.
Wang Xiaofeng is Aunt Liu's youngest daughter. Not long after returning to the city, she went to her sister's house to help care for the children.
Although he didn't know the purpose of her coming, Shi Xiaoai still greeted with a smile: "When did you come back? I don't know." "
I came back yesterday, and you guys hadn't gone home when I came back, so I didn't come to you talk." Wang Xiaofeng explained.
She held up two children's wool vests, one red and one blue, to Shi Xiaoai and said, "Sister, my mother asked me to deliver these two vests when she left in the morning.
She asked me to tell you that the last few stitches in the vest haven't been sealed yet, so she wants you to try it on the two children first to see if it fits appropriately. You were all gone when I got up in the morning, so when I heard some noise at home just now, I hurriedly came over and knocked on the door."
Shi Xiaoai bought wool before and asked Aunt Liu to knit the wool vest for the two children. She expected it to take time to incorporate it.
After listening to Wang Xiaofeng's words, she quickly said: "Thank Aunt Liu for me, and I'll let them try it when they come back. Xiaofeng, please help me put it on the table outside. I have my hands occupied at the moment. I'll check it out later." She quickly cut potatoes into shreds in her hands, looking a little dazed.
Wang Xiaofeng agreed and put the vest outside but did not leave immediately.
She returned to the kitchen and asked curiously: "Sister Xiao Ai, what are you doing?"
Hearing her question, Shi Xiao Ai suddenly remembered something and immediately said: "Xiao Feng, help me just a favour; I remember that you have a pancake pan at home; can you bring it to me and use it?"
Okay, I'll get it for you now." Wang Xiaofeng turned around and left without thinking at all.
Soon, she got the grill back, and at the same time, she also saw the dough lying awake by the stove.
Wang Xiaofeng was no longer polite this time and said directly: "Sister, this is what you want to sell at the tea stall, right? I don't know anything else, but I still know a little about pancakes. How about you tell me how to make it, and I'll help you?"
At this moment, Shi Xiaoai only hated herself for not having eight hands. After hearing this, how could she not agree?
She put down the kitchen knife decisively and came over and said, "I'll bake one for you to see, and then you just follow it."
After that, she skillfully took a piece of dough and rolled it out into the shape of a small cake on the chopping board.
If she hadn't seen Wang Xiaofeng working, Xiao Ai would have classified her as a thin, weak, and a bit squeamish girl just by looking at her appearance.
But what she didn't expect was that this girl worked very quickly.
That speed was comparable to hers.
No, after gaining a little experience, she was even faster than her.
Moreover, the biscuits were baked well, and the size and thickness were almost identical.
In short, Shi Xiaoai looked very satisfied.
With help, it will naturally go much faster.
The four vegetables were fried, and almost half the steamed buns were fried.
Shi Xiaoai was not polite and asked Wang Xiaofeng to continue baking at home until all the noodles were baked.
And she "requisitioned" the children's stroller that Uncle Wang had made for her precious grandson before she could send it over, put her things in it and pushed it to the tea stall.
There were fewer people in the stall than when she left, but the tables inside were still full.
Shi Xiaoai glanced over and saw several tea eggs placed on almost every table while Cheng Yang was sweeping the ground in the innermost corner with a dustpan. There were still eggshells in the dustpan.
Seeing her return, Cheng Yang immediately straightened up and strode towards her with bright eyes as if he had seen a saviour.
Xiao Ai looked helpless and funny.
She placed the basket on the table, then went to the back and opened the pot lid. Sure enough -
none of the fifty tea eggs were left at this moment, and only the soup was left in the pot.
Looking at the big empty pot, Shi Xiaoai couldn't take away the smile on her face.
"You're back; everything is sold out! A bunch of people were here just now, and they just left."
Cheng Yang walked to her and said in a low voice.
There was excitement in his tone but also some lingering fear.
It can be felt that he must have been quite busy just now.
Shi Xiaoai pointed to the things she had brought with a smile and said comfortingly: "It's okay, I added a new variety, and it's enough this time." Before she could finish her sentence, there was a boom-boom-boom in the distance. Two children came over, one on the left and one on the right, and hugged her thighs simultaneously!
Shi Xiaoai was knocked unprepared and was shaken. If Cheng Yang hadn't helped her, she would have fallen down.
I may dare to fall directly on the table.
Cheng Yang was angry.
He grabbed his son's collar and unceremoniously lifted him and his clothes into the air. Then he glared at the little girl aside: "What did daddy tell you?" She looked at her helpless brother's feet in the air. Mingxi obediently let go of her mother's hand.
Although she was terrified, she still pursed her lips in grievance and then honestly repeated: "You can't run too fast, you can't rush into people, you can't attack your mother."
After saying that, she carefully stepped back until she reached her mother's side.
Then she raised her head and said, "But I have something pleased to tell my mother."
Shi Xiaoai didn't know what kind of "communication" the father, son, and daughter had behind her back, but it was obviously very... Somewhat effective.
Casting a sympathetic glance at her son, who was half hanging in the air and was so desperate that he was pretending to be dead, Shi Xiaoai still closed her mouth tightly and chose not to say a word in response to her daughter's request for help.
At this time, she must be consistent with Cheng Yang outside. No matter what, she couldn't hold Cheng Yang back.
Cheng Yang then put Mingrui back on the ground.
Then, deliberately straight-faced, he said to the two cubs: "Don't do this again."
There was complete intimidation in his voice.
The two children were so frightened that they nodded heavily simultaneously.
Seeing that they admitted their mistake, Cheng Yang's expression softened. He stretched out his big hand like a leaf fan and pressed on the heads of the two cubs. He said warmly: "Tell me, what do you want to tell Mom?"
Mingxi suddenly said. After brushing aside the slump, she suddenly puffed up her chest.
She waved to Shi Xiaoai, motioning for her to lower her head, then danced excitedly and roared: "Mom, do you know how much dad sold when you were not here just now? Let me tell you, the total sold..."
Shi Xiao Ai's head was buzzing, and she was afraid that her daughter would not understand anything, so she shouted the amount in front of a room full of people.
She knows better than anyone how sensitive this little kid is to numbers.
She can really count them!
Shi Xiaoai was about to stop her immediately, but before she could speak, a small fleshy hand stretched out beside her and decisively covered Mingxi's mouth.
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