Sweet entertainment circle

It took less than two hours for the whole 35 catties of cakes to be sold out, which was shorter than the time it took to sell them in the village, which was beyond He Ming's expectation.

Among them, the cakes that cost five yuan a piece are 25 catties, but compared to the pastries sold in the town before, he bought a special pastry mold for the cakes he sells now. , It can sell for 60 yuan per catty, and after deducting the cost of raw materials, it can earn about 40 yuan per catty.

Cakes worth seven yuan a piece are only ten catties. Lemon cakes and mung bean cakes are relatively cheap, while glutinous rice cakes with honey filling are also relatively cheap. A catty can only earn about 30 yuan.

Selling all these pastries means that he has earned 450 yuan today, plus the villagers will come to his house to buy some pastries every day, at least he can earn a few hundred yuan. If he is not afraid of hard work, he will earn more tomorrow. Make some and sell them in the town, and you can earn at least 2000 yuan a day...

It was only the beginning of August, and there was still a month before the start of school. If he could maintain this kind of business every day, he would definitely be able to earn his college tuition by then.

After doing this calculation, He Ming didn't feel sorry for the money that was spent. He basically spent all the money he earned selling cakes in the village a while ago, either to buy equipment and small utensils for making cakes, or to use When he came to buy raw materials, he bought several sets of molds for filling the batter, not to mention the types of raw materials.

However, what made He Ming sad was that all the people who came to buy his pastries were girls.This is not surprising at all, cakes are more popular with girls. In his previous life, when he was in the honey fried bureau, most of the cakes he made every day were distributed to the harem, but when these girls came to buy cakes , always making some strange requests, such as taking a photo, recording a weird video for him, asking for some WeChat buttons, and even a particularly unreserved girl asking him if he can kiss him...

For this reason, the aunt selling steamed stuffed buns on the opposite side gave him more and more complex gazes, mixed with disdain and sympathy, it felt like... just like the old lady at the chaotic stall opposite his house in the previous life Look at those girls who have to be reduced to flower buildings.

He Ming thinks that everything is good in this era, except that girls are too unrestrained, not to mention their clothes are too open, and they even take the initiative to cuddle with men in broad daylight... Fortunately, the laws of this era only require Monogamy, there is no need to be responsible for seeing a girl's thighs, otherwise he would have to marry many concubines.

While feeling emotional, a few more girls came over, and He Ming hurriedly put down the broken cakes in his hands, "I'm sorry, today's cakes are sold out, you guys can come tomorrow."

The girl in the lead stretched her neck to look at the glass cabinet with only a few broken cakes left, and then looked at He Ming, who happened to meet his eyes, blushed suddenly, and quickly lowered her head.

It's okay, it's okay, there are still such shy girls in this world, and He Ming inexplicably developed a fondness for this girl, "If you don't mind..."

"The handsome guy, can you add your WeChat for me?"

The goodwill that He Ming had just had was instantly shattered. He really thought too much, but the customer is God, and the smile on He Ming's face remained, "I'm sorry, I don't have WeChat."

"Handsome guy, I don't have any other intentions. I added you on WeChat just to make it easier to come and buy pastries from you."

Let's not say that He Ming really doesn't have WeChat, even if he does, he must never tell girls casually. In their era, the secret codes left for girls to contact were also given privately, which can be regarded as tokens of love. "I really don't have WeChat. If you like my pastries, you can come here to buy them tomorrow."

The girl looked a little embarrassed, and her face became more and more red, "Oh...then when did you start selling?"

"I was here about eight o'clock."

The girl nodded indiscriminately, then dragged the two girls beside her and walked away quickly. After walking a few meters away, He Ming could still hear the girl's words, "Let me just say, this method won't work, right?" They will definitely not tell us their WeChat ID, after waiting for so long, we still haven't bought pastries..."

He Ming was dumbfounded, these unreserved little girls really made him blush.

"Yo, I didn't expect the young man to have a good eye." These words were definitely not a compliment. He Ming followed the voice and looked over. It was the aunt who had been looking at him all morning. She was looking at him with her eyes hanging. The words were spoken to him.

He Ming scratched his head. Aunt obviously used to set up a steamed stuffed bun stall here. As a newcomer, he must not be offended. After thinking for a while, he walked towards her with the packed pieces of broken cakes, " Auntie, your steamed stuffed bun smells delicious, I am just hungry, so please sell me two steamed stuffed buns."

"Yo, you sell cakes and you want to buy buns from me to satisfy your hunger. I'm afraid you came to me on purpose to show off your business, okay?"

The aunt who sells steamed stuffed buns is surnamed Hu. She is a nail shop here, and most of the merchants on this street recognize her. Originally, people who go to work in these shops would go to her to buy a few steamed stuffed buns and For a small cup of porridge, her steamed buns will be sold out around 10:30. However, after such a handsome face came across today, her steamed stuffed buns are only half sold at this point. Employees from all over the place went to buy pastries from him...

Seeing this little boy who lost half of her customers because of her beauty, can she not be angry?

"Cakes are only desserts after meals, but they can't be the staple food. Auntie, just sell me two buns." He Ming still had a good temper.

As the saying goes, don't reach out to hit a smiling person, not to mention she has already verbally attacked her, and it is too low for her to be unyielding with a junior, "Here, there are only salted vegetable buns, two yuan and five yuan. "

He Ming took out three yuan from the pocket that held the change and handed it over, "Auntie, give me another cup of porridge."

After Aunt Hu took the money and gave him fifty cents, he handed over the plastic bag containing a few broken cakes, "Auntie, these cakes are broken and can't be sold anymore, I'll give you a taste .”

Aunt Hu looked down at the bag, swallowed her saliva secretly, and scolded He Ming bloody again in her heart, why is this little white face so annoying, she has been hooked by this scent all morning, "here how much?"

"No money, it's for you."

Aunt Hu stretched out her hand to take it, but then withdrew it, "I don't want money, who knows what kind of mind you have?"

He Ming knew that Aunt Hu couldn't hold back her face. Although her words were a bit harsh, she could see that her heart was not bad, and she probably had a hard-hearted and soft-hearted person, "It's not worth a lot of money. I'm just trying to please you. It can be seen that you often set up a stall here, this is the first time I come to the town to set up a stall, and I don't understand anything, in case something happens, I can ask you to help me in the future."

"You're not very young, so you have a lot of careful thoughts." Although Aunt Hu's tone of voice was still not very good, her complexion softened a lot and she stopped being coy. She took the plastic bag from He Ming's hand, "Look at your age. Not too old, still a student, right? Setting up a stall is of no use, so it’s better to study hard.”

"Well, I thought so too, but my parents passed away early, and I still have a younger brother to take care of, so I need to make more money during the summer vacation." He Ming bit his bun and replied casually.

Aunt Hu glanced at him, her face froze, and after a while she said: "I see that your pastry business is doing well, and I will make more tomorrow."

He Ming didn't pay attention to the change in Aunt Hu's face, but he also felt the kindness in her words, "Well, that's what I planned too. Auntie, then I'll go back today, go home early, and have more time to prepare materials .”

It wasn't until He Ming disappeared on the tricycle that Aunt Hu looked away, took out a piece of broken mung bean cake and put it in her mouth. Immediately, the cool mung bean fragrance mixed with the faint melon and fruit fragrance spread from the tip of her tongue, lingering and soft. The waxy, cool breath is refreshing, and the sweet taste makes people's lips and teeth fragrant.

It was only then that Aunt Hu realized that He Ming's pastries sold well, so it turned out that the pastries were really good, not because of his good looks.

When he returned home, He Ming went to the vegetable market to buy a chicken and some fish, and bought several watermelons from the watermelon shed on the side of the road. Before, he didn’t have much to do because the family wanted nothing, although the cakes sold in the village earned a lot of money. He didn't dare to spend some money recklessly. Now that he knows the market price of the cakes he makes, he has enough confidence to spend money.

It was a hot day, and when He Ming got home, his short sleeves were soaked in sweat. The sun at noon made him dizzy, and he just wanted to go and lie down in front of the big fan in his house.

"He Ming, you are back. You have to educate your younger brother... Oh, it seems that the business is good, and you have bought a lot of good things." He Ming just stopped the car, a tall and thin The woman came out of the kitchen and came straight to him.

As soon as He Ming heard this voice, he could guess who this person was, and he was in a bad mood instantly. When he looked up, it was indeed his second aunt Zhao, who was looking at the back of the tricycle with raised eyebrows, with a calculating expression on her face. No matter how you look at it, it is disgusting.

Sure enough, the Buddhist saying that love comes from the heart is justified. His second aunt Zhao is actually not bad in appearance. It is said that when she was young, she was a well-known beauty in all towns and villages. It is a pity that the reputation is not very good. His second uncle picked it up and hugged her beautifully.It's just that, even if his mind is too small, his appearance becomes more and more mean when he reaches middle age, and his facial features also lose their refinement. From the inside to the outside, he exudes a shrewd and calculating philistine atmosphere.

"What is Second Aunt coming to my house for?" He Ming didn't want to tangle with her at all, and came to find trouble as soon as he came back from this trip.

"Oh, this is both chicken and fish. He Ming, it seems that you have made a lot of money with your cakes." Zhao Shi was not at all self-aware, and his triangular eyes were still staring at the tricycle. Not reaching out to look through it. "You guys are having a really good day, and you bought so many watermelons."

"It's no match for my second aunt's family." He Ming said coolly, and after getting off the car, he ignored Mrs. Zhao who was standing aside, and moved the things on the car to the kitchen on his own. Once in the kitchen, He Ming saw his younger brother leaning his back against the door of the cupboard where the cakes were stored, looking at him with aggrieved eyes.

When He Ming saw his younger brother's appearance, he guessed what the second aunt wanted to do, most likely she wanted to take advantage again.

"Brother, Second Aunt wants to steal our cakes."

The author has something to say: He Ming: I think monogamy in this era is to protect men.

Original owner: You slut, the girls who deliver the goods to your door don't flirt...

He Ming: God deserves to accept you...