Chapter 203 203. New career plan
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, sorts the buns into categories and puts them into insulated baskets wrapped in quilts before 6:30, and then takes her son downstairs.
There is a simple pedal tricycle downstairs. The buns with each kind of stuffing are placed in a separate basket on the back of the vehicle. Together with Xuanxuan, they slowly drive towards the school...
There is a small hospital opposite the school, and those who go to and from the hospital are Xiao Feng’s target customers.
But today it’s a little different.
As soon as she came downstairs, she saw the old lady on the first floor looking inquiringly into her basket, and then asked hesitantly: "Xiao Feng, I always smell the smell of green onions, did you make the buns with pork and green onions?" "
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment.
She could never make this stuffing well, and the response was mediocre, and she didn't sell it for a long time. At this moment, I couldn’t help but feel panic:
“I’m sorry, Grandma Li, I just steamed some flower rolls. Is the smell too strong and affecting everyone?”
As a tenant, you should always be extra careful in this regard. People in the community treat her very well.
Like Grandma Li on the first floor, sometimes she would not come back and the other party would invite Xuanxuan to come in and play.
This is why Xiao Feng attaches great importance to everyone’s opinions.
However, Grandma Li waved her hand:
"Whose cooking is tasteless? Just don't eat the smelly snail noodles every day. Last year, the girl upstairs ate this every night. Ouch, I'm old, why can't I get used to that smell? Where is your son?”
She walked over slowly: "Bring me two of your flower rolls. The onion smell is so fragrant that I couldn't hold it back even in the middle of the night."
Okay, there is business before leaving the yard, and Xiao Feng doesn’t mind wasting up for a while.
At this moment, he opened the thermal quilt in a hurry, and then grabbed two soft, hot and noisy flower rolls with gloves and rolled them out.
The flower roll is not big, about the size of a girl’s fist. The soft dough, which is slightly yellowish due to the melted scallion oil and chopped green onions, is dotted with a little powder of thirteen spices and chopped green onions that appear slightly dark green due to the high temperature.
As soon as the thermal insulation was opened, Grandma Li's mouth watered due to the fragrant aroma.
She quickly changed her words:
“Bring me four—no, bring me eight!”
Xiao Feng was surprised.
But she didn’t say much, she just asked again:
"Grandma Li, are you up at Uncle Cao's house upstairs? Uncle Cao sent these onions yesterday. I originally wanted to send some steamed buns and flower rolls, but it's too early and I'm afraid it will affect their sleep."
“Ouch, this Xiao Cao!”
Grandma Li was not satisfied: "The onion tastes so good. It must be an authentic farm food. Where did he, a grown man, buy it? I have to ask him."
As he was talking, the window upstairs opened with a swish. I saw Uncle Grass Carp’s wife sticking her head out of the living room window:
“Xiao Feng! Why did the green onions smell so good last night? It turns out you were the one who made the rolls today. Give me eight of them.”
He said and hurriedly went downstairs.
“Oh, it smells like this. I’ve been thinking about it all night, and I can’t help but drool in my dreams.”
Xiao Feng quickly took eight flower rolls, turned around and packed some more steamed buns:
“Auntie, this is the dish that Uncle Cao gave me yesterday. How can I ask you to pay for it? Just take it and eat it.”
Lao Cao’s wife was about to say something, but her stomach began to growl impatiently. Her face turned red, she opened her mouth and took a bite of the flower roll -
It wasn't until she swallowed this big mouthful that she put away her hand that was about to pay with a complex expression, and then sincerely suggested: "Xiao Feng, then I will accept it shamelessly."
Had I known that these green onions were so fragrant, I wouldn't have given them casually. However, I gave everything—
“That’s it!” Grandma Li originally planned to take the flower roll home, but when she saw Lao Cao’s wife started eating it on the spot, she couldn’t hold back.
At this moment, in three mouthfuls, the flower rolls as big as fists went into the stomach. Xiao Feng was still afraid that she would choke, so the old lady sincerely suggested: "You can sell them at the gate of the community. Your steamed buns are not as good as those at Qiaotou, but I have never tasted such delicious Hanaki in my life. Guaranteed to make money.”
Their loud voices echoed in the yard, and soon people working and people visiting the vegetable market came over one after another. Xiao Feng was busy in the community, sweating profusely, until Xuanxuan looked at him aggrievedly: "Mom, you're going to be late."
She just realized what she was doing, then hurriedly got on the three-wheeler and quickly rushed out of the community.
No need to ask, it’s too late to set up the stall.
Fortunately, the hospital provides meals in the morning and evening, so the delay does not have much impact. On the contrary, the steamed buns are paired with flower rolls and are sold in the community.
She sent Xuanxuan to the school gate, and then grabbed three flower scrolls for him:
“Be good, it’s not school time yet, you can eat here, and then go to school after eating.”
The school is very strict and does not allow children to eat food from outside. She looked around and went to buy a cup of soy milk.
This is freshly made soy milk, priced at 2 yuan and 50 a cup. Xiao Feng was a little heartbroken when he bought it.
But thinking about Hanamaki who received crazy praise this morning, her heart couldn't help but beat loudly.
If you use such good onions to make flower rolls in the future, will you be able to make more money?
After all, there are only so many green onion embellishments on the flower roll, so no matter how expensive it is, the cost won’t be much higher, right?
While thinking about it, she opened the basket of flower rolls again. The aroma of green onions slowly spread in the air, and pedestrians on the road couldn't help but stop.
At 7:50, Xuanxuan entered the school.
At 8:30, all Xiao Feng’s steamed buns and rolls were sold out.
As soon as she packed the basket, she got on the three-wheeler and hurried 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 quickly asked:
“Uncle! Uncle Cao! Where did you buy the green onions?”
Lao Cao was stunned: "It's a remote village where people grow their own crops."
As he said that, he thought of something again: "Oh, by the way, I heard that they will be selling vegetables at the big market by the river this morning. It seems to be around nine o'clock."
“The boss is a young girl.”
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.
But Xiao Feng's eyes lit up, and now he packed up his things, hurriedly went downstairs, and rushed into the bus.
It’s decided that starting tomorrow we will only be making flower rolls!
After taking two buses, Xiao Feng managed to rush to the big market by the river at 9:30. She was a little anxious, and she didn't know if there were any vegetable stalls at this location.
However, as soon as he entered the vegetable market, he saw an old pickup truck following behind him and parked steadily at the corner.
A very beautiful young girl got out of the car. She opened the car door with a familiarity and took out a basket of very familiar red onions.
Then, a large group of aunts came from all directions in an instant.
The clear voice of the young girl inside still echoes in my ears—
“Twenty yuan and three taels! Don’t make a mistake!”
Xiao Feng’s eyes darkened.
Is it expensive? Not expensive.
Xiao Feng’s career plan—from selling steamed buns to selling rolls.
Strong Xiao Feng, not afraid of three or two.
This chapter does not attack snail noodles (after all, I eat them too), but I cooked it at home once, and the smell lingered vaguely in the house for two or three days... an endless loop with no solution.
Good night.
(End of this chapter)