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"Okay, let's have one."

After a pause, he asked again, "How can I sell two of them?"

This old man must have relapsed into his old habits.

So, Yunling smiled and said: "One is ten cents, and two are nineteen cents."

Sure enough, the old man coughed slightly after hearing this, and said with his hands behind his back: "The two of them are only a penny cheaper, no."

"Then old man, can you agree on a price? We are all acquaintances, you won't cheat me!"

As soon as these words came out, the old man immediately said: "Two eighteen-wen, what a nice name!"

It sounded like a smooth flow, as if it had passed through my stomach several times.

"Okay, then two eighteen pieces." Yunling continued to encourage: "My mooncakes have egg yolk and lotus paste in them. They are delicious. Why don't you take a few back for your grandchildren to try? "

"Then I, the old man, have to taste it for them first and then buy it if it tastes good!"

With that said, the old man took the moon cake handed over by Yun Ling and took a bite.

It's soft and crispy, with the right balance of salty and sweet, and a strong egg flavor. The most important thing is that the oily and sandy texture of the egg yolk leaves a lingering aroma in your mouth after biting into it, without feeling greasy at all.

The old man quickly finished one, and then said to Yun Ling: "Give me four more, no, ten, no, no, twenty..."

He kept changing the prices. When he saw the quantity stacked in Yunling's food box, he waved his hand and said, "Wrap them all up for me!"

Yunling said hurriedly: "Old man, it's a bit hot today, so I can't help but keep these mooncakes. It's best to finish them in two or three days. Don't buy too much."

This is freshly made, not the mooncakes of later generations that put a lot of technology and hard work into it and cannot be stored for too long.

The old man smiled when he heard this, and said to the entourage behind him: "Come here to pay, and tell this girl by the way, what do I do, your master?"

Then I paid three yuan of broken silver and didn't order the number of mooncakes.

His master is always willing to bargain, and when it comes to paying, he will only give more, never less. He is a well-known good man in this town, and is also the favorite "God of Wealth" of many small vendors. This little girl may be I don't even know the new guy.

Then he smiled and said: "Girl, my father's surname is Gu. It was my father who opened the Yingfeng Building in the town. My uncle is in charge now."

Although Yunling has never been to Yingfeng Building, she has already heard of the name of this restaurant after living in Qingsong Town for so long.

It is said that the head of the family, Mr. Gu, came from out of town. When he arrived in Qingsong Town, he thought the place was good. He named his newly opened restaurant Yingfeng after Qingsong, which means Qingsong windward. I didn’t know that he was destined to bring wealth. Either he got the name well, or Yingfenglou's dishes are good. In short, after several years of hard work, the sign was finally established.

In the past, merchants passing through Qingsong Town always wanted to eat a meal as a tooth-sacrifice.

Yunling had already planned to treat her family to a meal before leaving Qingsong Town at the end of the month, so she hurriedly said to the old man: "So you are the old man. It is better to meet him and see him for a long time than to be famous!"

A little girl from the family held her hand and imitated the adults' greetings. She was really cute. When he thought that the little girl was not much older than his grandson, the old man also felt a little affection in his heart.

"Haha, kid, if you need anything, you can come to me in Yingfeng Building. If you have any other delicious food, don't forget to come to me."

He left with a smile, and before leaving, he personally picked up Yunling's food box.

Yunling squeezed the three coins in her hand, feeling that there was something more to come.

"Mingzhu, let's go home." She greeted Mingzhu and left.

He swaggered past the couple's stall and said to Mingzhu: "This food is just like people, they are kind-hearted, and the food they make is delicious. People with a bad heart and a bad mouth can't cook anything." People buy it!”

The couple suddenly became confused.

This damn girl can't bear any loss.

The woman wanted to scold her, but she was held back by the man. She stared at the two people's backs bitterly and said, "If she is so proud, she won't be able to dance for a few days."

"Ms. sir, you mean..."

The woman thought she was trying to teach the little girl a lesson, but the man rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't you hear that she sells egg yolk mooncakes for ten cents each? Even if they are cheap, they still cost nine cents. . Let’s do it too, charge eight cents, and sell it cheaper than her!”

The woman also thought about it.

Eggs cost only a penny each, and even if there was a whole egg yolk in the little cake, the cost would not be much higher. I've never heard of the other ingredient, but it doesn't matter. Just add more sugar and some bean paste filling, and it'll be almost the same.

The couple had been making cakes for several years. They had some skills and a few handy molds, so they immediately decided to make "mooncakes" and hurried back to their new rental house to get busy.

Yunling, on the other hand, felt that the mooncake business could be done.

Thinking that there are still three days until the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, she sells them while making them. If she can't sell them, she gives some to her neighbors, just as a token of her two-month fate.

When I went back, I went to Duan Si Geng's place again.

"Uncle Duan, can you help carve some mooncake molds that look like flowers, a full moon, and a bumper harvest?"

After thinking for a while, he added: "A small flower should be carved under each mold to mark it."

Duan Si didn't like to use his own brain, so he asked again: "Then what does this flower look like? Why don't you draw it for me?"

Peonies, lilies, daffodils... Yunling thought about several kinds of flowers, but she still wasn't satisfied.

I don’t know why I thought of my current surname.

Don.

Tang grass pattern.

One of the most popular retro patterns in later generations, just one look will remind you of that once glorious era.

Tangcao symbolizes everlasting prosperity and good fortune.

Yunling chose the simplest Tang Cao pattern to draw and asked Duan Sigen to carve a circle around each pattern as a unique mark for his own mooncakes.

When she got home, Wu called her into the room again.

"Ling'er, our family was busy some time ago and we didn't have enough money. Now we are better off. I have something on my mind that I should take care of." Mrs. Wu's face looked a little sad.

"Yes......"

Yunling also had a guess in her heart.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and our family is still together, but the girl Cuizhu has fallen asleep underground. We came out in a hurry and couldn't light a lamp for her. I have been thinking about it."

Yunling nodded, "Grandma, it's time to light a lamp for Cuizhu. I made inquiries a few days ago and found out that there is a Cilin Temple more than ten miles east of the town. It's not that far away. It's better to choose a different day than hit it. I will take Mingzhu there today."

Wu nodded, "Grandma will go with you."