Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 203 203. New career planning

  Xiao Feng's life is very regular.

  She gets up at 3:30 every morning, wraps all the buns at 5:30, steams the buns at 6:30, puts the buns into insulation baskets wrapped in quilts before 6:30, and then takes her son downstairs.

  Downstairs there is a simple pedal tricycle. The buns of each kind of stuffing are put in a basket on the back of the car. Together with Xuanxuan, they drive slowly towards the school...

   Opposite the school is a small hospital, and the people who go to and from the hospital are Xiaofeng's target customers.

   But today is slightly different.

As soon as she went downstairs, she saw the old lady on the first floor looking into her basket inquiringly, and then asked hesitantly: "Xiao Feng, I always smell like green onions, are you a bun wrapped with pork and green onions? "

  Xiao Feng was taken aback for a moment.

  She has never been able to make this stuffing well, the response has been mediocre, and it has not been sold for a long time. At this moment, I can't help but panic:

   "I'm sorry, Grandma Li, I just steamed some Hanamaki. Is the taste too strong, affecting everyone?"

  As a tenant, you have to be extra careful in this regard, the people in the community treat her very well.

  Like Grandma Li on the first floor, sometimes she didn't come back, and the other party even called Xuanxuan to come in to play.

   This is also the reason why Xiao Feng attaches great importance to everyone's opinions.

   However, Grandma Li waved her hand:

"Who's cooking is tasteless? Just don't eat that stinky snail powder. Last year, the girl upstairs ate this every night. Oh, I'm old, why can't I smell that smell?" Where is the son?"

  She walked over slowly: "Bring me two of your flower rolls. The onion scent is so fragrant that I couldn't resist it in the middle of the night."

   All right, there is business before leaving the yard, and Xiao Feng doesn't mind delaying it for a while.

  At this moment, he quickly lifted off the thermal quilt, and then, wearing gloves, grabbed two soft, hot and noisy flower rolls and rolled them out.

  The Hanamaki is not big, probably the size of a girl's fist. The slightly yellowish soft dough due to the melting of scallion oil and scallion is dotted with a little thirteen spice powder, and the scallion is slightly dark green due to the high temperature.

  As soon as the insulation was lifted, Grandma Li was stimulated by the tangy aroma to salivate.

  She quickly changed her words:

   "Get me four—no, get me eight!"

  Xiao Feng was surprised.

  But she didn't say much, she just asked again:

  "Grandma Li, did you get up at Uncle Cao's house upstairs? Uncle Cao gave this green onion yesterday. I originally wanted to send some steamed stuffed buns over there, but it's too early in the day, and I'm afraid it will affect their sleep."

   "Ouch, Xiao Cao!"

  Grandma Li was dissatisfied: "This green onion tastes so good, it must be an authentic farm dish. Where did he buy it? I have to ask him carefully."

   Just as he was talking, the upstairs window was pulled open with a "swish". I saw Uncle Grass Carp's daughter-in-law sticking her head out of the living room window:

   "Xiao Feng! I asked why the scallions smelled so good last night? It turned out that you made the flower rolls today. Bring me eight."

   said in a hurry and went downstairs.

   "Oh, that's the smell. I've been thinking about it all night, and I can't wait to drool in my dreams."

  Xiao Feng quickly took eight flower rolls, then turned around and filled some steamed stuffed buns:

   "Auntie, this is the dish Uncle Cao gave yesterday, how can I ask you to pay for it? Take it and eat."

  Old daughter-in-law Cao was just about to say something, but her stomach started to growl impatiently. She blushed and opened her mouth to take a bite of the flower roll—

  It wasn't until she swallowed this hard gulp that she put away the hand that was about to take out the money with a complicated expression, and then sincerely suggested: "Xiao Feng, then I will accept it with the cheek."

  I knew this onion was so fragrant, so I couldn’t just give it away. But, give it all—

   "Listen to Auntie, don't sell this steamed stuffed bun, and sell this flower roll in the future."

   "Exactly!" Grandma Li originally planned to take the flower rolls home, but when she saw Lao Cao's daughter-in-law, she started eating them on the spot, and she didn't hold back.

  At this moment, there were three bites in two, and the fist-sized Hanamaki went into the stomach. Xiao Feng was still afraid that she would choke, so the old lady also sincerely suggested: "You can sell it at the gate of the community. Your buns are not as good as the one at Qiaotou, but I have never tasted such delicious rolls in my life. Guaranteed to make money."

  The loud voices of the two of them echoed in the yard, and after a while, people from work and shopping in the vegetable market came over one after another.

  Xiao Feng was busy in the community, sweating profusely, until Xuanxuan looked at him wronged: "Mom, I'm going to be late."

  It was only then that she came to her senses, and then hurriedly rode on three rounds, and quickly rushed out of the community.

   Don’t ask, it’s too late to set up a stall.

   Fortunately, the hospital’s meals are available in the morning and evening, so it doesn’t affect much for a while. Instead, the steamed buns are sold in the community with steamed rolls.

  She sent Xuanxuan to the school gate, and then grabbed three more rolls for him:

   "Hey, it's not time for class, you can eat here, and then go to school after eating."

  The school is strict, and the children are not allowed to eat outside food. She looked around and went to the side to buy a cup of soy milk.

   This kind of soy milk is freshly made by others. It costs two yuan and five cups. Xiao Feng felt a little heartbroken when he bought it.

   But thinking about Hanamaki, which received rave reviews this morning, her heart couldn't help beating again.

   If I always use such good green onions to make Hanamaki in the future, will I be able to make more money?

   After all, the scallion decoration on the flower roll is limited, no matter how expensive it is, the cost is not too high, right?

  While thinking about it, she opened the basket of flower rolls again, and the scent of green onions slowly diffused in the air, and the pedestrians on the road couldn't help but stop.

  At 7:50, Xuanxuan entered the school.

  At 8:30, all of Xiao Feng's steamed stuffed buns and rolls were sold out.

  As soon as she packed up the basket, she rode three rounds and rushed back. She happened to meet Lao Cao who was about to go out to find some fishing friends to get some crucian carp, so she hurriedly asked:

   "Uncle! Uncle Cao! Where did you buy that onion?"

  Old Cao was taken aback: "It's a remote village, where people grow it in their own fields."

   While talking, he remembered something: "Oh, yes, I heard that they will be selling vegetables at the big riverside market this morning. It seems to be after nine o'clock."

   "The boss is a young girl."

   After speaking, he also ran away in a hurry.

   But Xiao Feng's eyes lit up, and now he packed up his things, hurried downstairs, and rushed into the bus.

  Decided, starting tomorrow I will only make Hanamaki!

  After taking two buses, Xiao Feng managed to rush to the big riverside market at 9:30. He was a little anxious, and he didn't know if the vegetable stall at this spot had been closed.

  However, as soon as he entered the vegetable market, he saw an old pickup truck following behind him, parked firmly at the corner.

   A very beautiful young girl got out of the car, and the other party opened the car body familiarly, and took out a basket of very familiar red-headed shallots from inside.

   Then, a large group of aunts rushed over from all directions in an instant.

  The young girl’s Qingyue voice still echoed in my ears—

   "Twenty yuan and three taels! Don't make a mistake!"

  Xiao Feng's eyes darkened.

   Is it expensive? Not expensive either.

   Xiao Feng's career plan—from a bun seller to a flower roll seller.

   Strong Xiao Feng, not afraid of three or two.

   This chapter does not attack snail powder (after all, I also eat it), but I cook it once at home, and the smell lingers in the house for two or three days...an endless loop, no solution.

Good night.

  (end of this chapter)