The happy little days of the Ye family

When Father Ye and Ye Donglin returned home, Wang Chunyu had just made two baskets of water chestnut cakes.

The next day, the father and son happily went to their respective shops with Wang Chunyu's newly made water chestnut cake.

The newly launched water chestnut cake is beautiful and novel, and it is selling well.

The water chestnut cakes were so well received that one morning, all the water chestnut cakes brought by Ye’s father were sold out.

However, Father Ye felt depressed when he looked at the other pastries left in the braised pork shop, as well as braised sesame water and braised vegetables.

Yan Dafu is a cook himself, and the braised pork he makes is more delicious than what Ye's father makes. At noon, he also imitates Ye's father and sells stir-fries and rice bowls.

There weren't many people living nearby, so most of the business of Ye's Braised Meat Shop was robbed.

Now the Ye family's braised pork shop relies on roast duck and chicken, as well as pastries made by Wang Chunyu.

The braised pork cannot be sold. Now Ye's father only braises a pair of pig meat and some braised vegetables every day, and he can't make much money in a day.

Although roast duck and roast chicken are delicious, you can’t eat them every day, and you’ll get tired of them if you eat too much.

After a few months, the sales of roast duck and roast chicken were not as good as before. After lunch, there was still a roast chicken and a roast duck left in the shop.

Father Ye thought that there would be no one there anyway in the afternoon, so he closed the door immediately after selling lunch, and planned to take the remaining items in the shop to North Street to set up a stall.

Father Ye packed up the things in the shop and went to Ye Donglin to get some unsold pastries, intending to take them to North Street together.

There weren't many people on North Street in the afternoon, but there were a lot of wealthy people nearby. If they had money, they would always be willing to eat and drink.

Ye's father found the steward responsible for managing the stall, and he happily paid 5 cents for the stall fee and got a small sign specially used for setting up the stall.

There were not many people setting up stalls in the afternoon, so Father Ye found a relatively conspicuous location.

Everything Father Ye brought over was for food, and it was not easy to place food on the ground. So Father Ye drove the donkey cart directly to the stall and placed all the food on the cart shaft.

It looks clean and conspicuous. People passing by can see all kinds of food placed on the shaft of the cart at a glance.

Ye's braised pork shop is all about neighborhood business, so the prices of things are not high, and the main thing is cheap and affordable.

But the people in Beijie are all rich, and they probably won't appreciate it if it's too cheap, so Father Ye raised the prices of everything.

But they are not very expensive, and they are sold at the same price as ordinary shops.

There are several stalls nearby, but they are all sold honestly on the ground. Father Ye drove a donkey cart here, and he was the only one selling food on the donkey cart.

In addition, the stall sold a lot of things. As soon as the things were put out, two women who were out chatting came to the stall.

The two women are fat and thin, but they wear decent cotton. It can be seen from their appearance that they are not short of money.

Father Ye had a sophisticated eye and directly and enthusiastically promoted the roast duck and chicken on the stall to the two of them.

"Ladies, this is a unique secret recipe passed down from my ancestors. This roast duck and roast chicken are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. After eating them once, I'm still thinking about keeping them for a second time."

Restaurants in town sell roasted chicken, and the two of them eat it often, so it’s not unusual.

However, there is really no roast duck in the town. Father Ye’s braised pork shop is far away from North Street. The two of them have only eaten roast duck from the county restaurant, and they didn’t know that roast duck is also sold in the town.

Although the roast duck has cooled down, it still smells fragrant and the skin looks very crispy.

"Boss, how do you sell this roast duck?" one of the round-faced women with a slightly rich figure asked.

"65 cents for one, 33 cents for half."

Father Ye brought some of the roast duck on the plate, and the two of them became a little greedy smelling the aroma of the roast duck. Each of them ordered half of the roast duck.

Father Ye knew how to do business, so he quickly took out two pieces of red date cake from the stall and gave them to the two women to try.

This red date cake was made by Wang Chunyu based on the recipe he found in his house. It tastes better than ordinary red date cake.

The two women tasted it and both thought it was good. It was no worse than the pastries in the pastry shop, and the price was not expensive.

The rich, round-faced woman looked at the pastries in the basket and said with a gentle smile, "These pastries are not bad. Give me four pieces."

"Okay, there are also millet cakes, mung bean cakes and osmanthus cakes on the stall. Would you like me to bring some to try too?"

The round-faced woman looked at the other pastries that looked good, and changed her words, "Then I want two pieces of red date cakes, and I'll take one piece of each of the remaining pastries."

"Okay, red date cake is 5 cents a piece, and other pastries are 4 cents a piece, a total of 22 cents." Father Ye quickly wrapped the pastries in banana leaves.

Another slender woman saw that there were still 6 pieces of red date cakes on the stall. Thinking of going back to her parents' house tomorrow, she rounded up all the red date cakes.

A roast duck and 11 pastries were sold at once, and Ye's father earned 118 yuan.

Looking at the wallet filled with copper plates, Father Ye was in a very good mood, "It seems that it is right to come and set up a stall on North Street."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Father Ye's ears, "Boss Ye, why are you setting up a stall on North Street today?"

The person who spoke was Li Dawang, who lived in Juren Alley. He used to go to Ye's braised pork shop to buy braised pork to go with wine. He had a good relationship with Ye's father.

Father Ye started to suffer miserably, "It's all bitter tears when I talk about it. Ever since the Yan family's butcher shop opened, you have also seen that the business of the braised meat shop is getting worse day by day."

"There was no one in the shop in the afternoon, so I just brought the leftovers from the morning sale to set up a stall. They are all food that is eaten, and it is hard to keep them for sale tomorrow."

Li Dawang is the shopkeeper of a grain store. He came to North Street to deliver the account books to his employer. He had just finished delivering them and was about to go back.

Hearing Father Ye talk about the Yan family's braised pork shop, Li Dawang also felt a little guilty. Since the new braised pork shop opened, he has not been to the Ye family's braised pork shop for a long time.

Li Dawang was too embarrassed to leave directly and bought some braised sesame water and braised vegetables from Father Ye.

Li Dawang often went to Ye's braised pork shop to buy meat, and he knew the price. Ye's father still sold the meat at the same price as the braised pork shop, and did not sell it to him at a higher price.

Just as Li Dawang left, another middle-aged man with a big belly came to the stall.

The man saw a donkey cart at the stall. As he passed by, he took a few more glances at the food placed on the cart shaft. Unexpectedly, he also took a fancy to the roast chicken on the cart.

After the roast chicken was sold, there were only a few pastries, some braised water and braised vegetables left on the stall.

A few more people came to the stalls at the back. Although there weren't many people on North Street, they couldn't stand it because they were rich and spent a lot of money.

Father Ye didn't bring much. When the sun set halfway up the mountain, all the food on the car had been sold out.

Although there is a stall fee of five cents on the North Street side, Father Ye's selling price will be one or two cents higher, so he actually makes a lot of money.

When I returned home, my purse was already full of copper plates. When I walked, the copper plates collided with each other, making a very pleasant tinkling sound.