Sweet entertainment circle

After solving the potential big trouble of the second aunt, He Ming felt comfortable all over. For those who do business, such relatives who are jealous and like to come to the door to play the autumn breeze are simply not too annoying.

With the experience of setting up a stall in the town on the first day, He Ming was not so nervous to go the next day. Because the weather was too hot, he still parked his tricycle beside the cold drink shop at eight o'clock.

The aunt who sold steamed buns at a stall opposite him came earlier than him today. When she saw He Ming, she took the initiative to say hello to him, "Young man, have you had breakfast today?"

"It's gone, I'm waiting for Aunt Hu's buns. I have been thinking about your buns yesterday. Why is it so early today, Auntie?" After He Ming stopped the car, he walked towards Aunt Hu, "It's still the same as yesterday. Same, two steamed buns, one cup of porridge."

In the morning, Mrs. Zhang actually prepared breakfast for him, but in order to build a good relationship with this Aunt Hu, he specially came to her bun stall to buy breakfast.

"Tsk, he can talk. Salted vegetable buns are not as good as meat buns. Why don't you try the meat buns made by Auntie today?" Aunt Hu blamed her, but smiled on her face. I picked up two meat buns for him, but didn't go to pick up his money. "I usually arrive here at 07:30. Yesterday I was delayed for a while because of something at home."

"Auntie, if you don't want money, then I'm ashamed to eat it."

"Come on, allow me to eat your food for free?"

"Auntie, that's different. I couldn't sell what I gave you yesterday, but I'm your first customer today." He Ming could tell that this aunt's family background was not good, and the floral shirt There is also a patch at the hem.

Aunt Hu pushed back the money that He Ming handed over, quickly glanced at the glass cabinet on his tricycle, her khaki face flushed a little, she was silent for a moment before saying: "If you're really embarrassed, then later Just sell the leftover broken pastries to me at a discount."

He Ming's cakes are so delicious. The few pieces of cakes she took home yesterday, she forgot to put them away, and that greedy old man in her family ate them all. She didn't even leave any scraps for her precious grandson .But if she bought it, she really couldn't bear it. She saw a girl buy such a bag yesterday, and she took out two hundred sheets.

"That's fine." He Ming also saw her embarrassment, so he didn't delay, took the money back, and finished eating the buns in two or three strokes. Aunt Hu's buns are pretty good, and He Ming still feels sick after eating two. It's a bit empty, but because the buns are free today, I thought about it and forgot it.

He Ming originally thought that his pastry would have to wait for an hour or two to go on sale just like yesterday, so he was not in a hurry after eating the buns, so he took out a folded small bench from the tricycle and took out a book to read.

"Boss, how do you sell this pastry?"

As soon as He Ming opened the book, a crisp female voice sounded above his head. He looked up and vaguely felt that the girl in front of him looked familiar.

"Boss, don't you forget me?" The girl in an off-white chiffon dress had a flushed face, and her lips, which were painted with lip gloss, became brighter and more attractive under the rising sun. nice.Taking a closer look, it was the leader of the group of girls who came last to buy pastries yesterday.

He Ming stared at her for a moment before remembering, but when she saw that she had the look of spring in her brows and eyes, she quickly turned her face away, "I remember. I have several flavors here. , mainly ordinary rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, mung bean cakes, lemon cakes, and sesame cakes, see what flavor you like."

"Can you tell me what these pastries taste like?"

"Wait a minute, I'll cut some samples, you can try it first." Unaware that the girl was chatting with him on purpose, He Ming quickly took out a plate and a knife, and cut seven pieces of pastries nimbly.

Who said that the hawkers who set up the stalls are all philistines with a face of no future, the boy in front of him is obviously very attractive, even the movement of cutting pastries makes people want to watch it.

Ever since I saw a lot of girls being nympho to him yesterday, now that He Ming sees girls like this, he can take it lightly. Anyway, after they have tasted the cakes, they won't think that he is taking advantage of him. Beauty is selling pastries, after all his pastries taste better than they look.

This girl's name is Wu Shuang, and she is not from Qingshui Town, but her grandmother is here, and she came here to play during the summer vacation.She ran over early in the morning, but she didn't really want to eat He Ming's cakes, it was just He Ming who made her miss him.

When she took the toothpick that He Ming handed over, she even held back for a moment, casually inserted a small piece of lemon cake into her mouth, and immediately felt a sour taste on her taste buds, she subconsciously thought Spit it out, she doesn't like to eat sour, and she can't eat any sour.

However, she held back, the little brother who sells pastry is her male god, even in order to maintain her image, she didn't even dare to chew, but she really couldn't eat this kind of sour food, and she couldn't swallow it whole. can't do it.

Just when she didn't know what to do, the small piece of springy pastry in her mouth softened, and a sweet and cool moment filled the whole mouth. The sour taste was still there, but it seemed to be in harmony with this sweet, cool and soft The slippery taste merged, and she suddenly felt that it tasted great...

Wu Shuang weighed two catties of lemon cakes. Before leaving, she was still unwilling to give up, "After I add your WeChat account, I will definitely not come to bother you often. I just want to eat these cakes you made all the time."

"I really don't have WeChat. To be honest, I don't even have a mobile phone." Seeing Wu Shuang's wide-eyed, unbelievable expression, He Ming smiled helplessly, "My family's conditions are not good, and there is another My younger brother wants me to take care of it, and I can't afford these things."

For an ancient man like He Ming, he really could bear the days without a mobile phone. When he first found out that there was such a thing, he was quite curious, but when he went to the mobile phone store to look it up, he was shocked by the price. Not at all curious.

Anyway, so far, he still doesn't know what is the use of this thing, and he is quite grateful that the original owner's mobile phone was buried with him, otherwise he would really be unable to resist these little girls.

Damn, why did the little deer in her heart jump even more after hearing that this little brother is a poor man who can't even afford a mobile phone...

"Then... I'll give you a mobile phone, okay?"

He Ming: "..."

Ah hey, he really doesn't want to be pampered and raised by others, he can make cakes!Make cakes!Make cakes!Will also sell cakes!Shang Zheng of the honey fried bureau!

"Don't get me wrong, just... I'm not from here, I'm going home in two days...but I..." Wu Shuang's face became more and more red, and then she took a deep breath and said in a vigorous voice: "But I just can't bear you. Although you will feel more frivolous than me when you say this, but the first time I saw you yesterday, I liked you..."

Ah hey, confessing your love to a man you've only met twice, isn't that considered frivolous?

Looking at the expectant girl, He Ming also took a deep breath, "Girl, you have to believe me, there are really many men who can make cakes in the world."

"I like you not because..."

"There are more good-looking men in the world."

"I like you not because of..."

"What does that girl like about me? You've only met me twice. Apart from knowing that I can make cakes and that I'm good-looking, you don't even know my name. So what do you like about me?"

She felt speechless when she was riding a horse.

Wu Shuang was a little discouraged, "Then... can you take a photo with me as a souvenir?"

"If you still like me, then I can't promise you." He Ming was serious, trying to kill all hopes in the cradle.

Wu Shuang was really about to cry, "I don't like you, it's fine, I just like your pastries."

He Ming really wanted to say, "Since you like my pastry, take a photo with my pastry!" But seeing that the other party was about to cry, he pursed his lips and said nothing, stood side by side with her, and then looked at The camera grinned.

With a click, Wu Shuang suddenly turned her head to He Ming's shoulder, and then showed two cunning little canine teeth to He Ming who was in a daze, "By the way, my name is Wu Shuang, how about you?"

"He Ming." The Master said: "It is inappropriate to come and not to go."Despite his reluctance, He Ming still replied two words.

It wasn't until the people walked away that He Ming secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Girls in this era are so scared, and he really wants to go back to his era, when girls would sneak around even looking at him.

"Young man, when you come tomorrow, remember to hang a signboard that says how much is a group photo, I guess there won't be so many little girls pestering you..." Aunt Hu, who watched the scene just confessing her love, thought He Ming Such a good-looking boy must be a scumbag in love among thousands of flowers, but he is still an innocent boy who is molested by girls.

He Ming knew that Aunt Hu was teasing him, she didn't mean anything malicious, and just smiled.

During the hour from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], there were not many people on the street, and He Ming also sold several catties. Although there were still people who asked him for WeChat, at least they didn't confess to him that they wanted to buy him tokens of love. people.

After nine o'clock, there were more people on the street. Many little girls who had bought cakes yesterday ran over again, chattering around He Ming, which brought him a lot of popularity. The business continued intermittently. When it was over, it was 10 minutes earlier than yesterday.

Aunt Hu is really jealous of He Ming's business, but she is also convinced, after all, the taste of the pastry is there.

"Young man, what is your pastry made of, and why is it so delicious?"

"What are the pastries on the market made of, and the raw materials I use are similar."

"Then why is their cooking not as delicious as yours?"

"Craftsmanship is mysterious. I was born in a pastry-making family. I heard my father read me the recipes for making pastries when I was a baby. Auntie, there are only five yuan left today. Don't worry about it." I’ve given you money, and you’ll give me more money someday if you have more.”

He Ming's mood was a little drifting at the moment, so he didn't pay so much attention to his speech.He didn't expect that his cakes could be sold as much as he made. Today, he was ten catties more than yesterday, but he still sold out early. It's a pity that making fifty catties of cakes a day is already his limit.

In addition to the grade of equipment, the taste of pastry should also pay attention to the ratio of various ingredients, and the most important point is the strength and strength of kneading the dough. If the dough is kneaded, the taste of the pastry will show its original taste. the taste of.These are not things that Mrs. Zhang and He Yu can help.

Aunt Hu was also polite, took the pastries, opened the steamer again, and filled a small bag of steamed buns, "My buns are not worth as much as your pastries, so let me sell them as old and take advantage of it from you."

Although exchanging a few steamed buns for pastries is indeed a loss-making business, He Ming is very satisfied with Aunt Hu's way of doing it, as a human being should be like this, just know how to reciprocate, and don't take other people's kindness for granted.

The author has something to say: Meimei: Do you know who He Ming is?

Wu Shuang: Whose person?

Meimei: A member of the Third Highness.

Wu Shuang: Who is His Highness the Third?

Meimei: Princess Huo, let your nephew come out.