Sweet entertainment circle

Now that the village head and the old people in the village can make decisions for themselves, He Ming stopped caring about his own fields and started to concentrate on making pastries at home. He can't make those cakes that were too complicated in his previous life, and the price of raw materials is too high. Can't afford it right now.

After much deliberation, He Ming decided to only make three kinds of pastries for the time being, one is rice cake, one is sesame cake, and the other is mung bean cake.These three cakes require inexpensive raw materials and are the easiest to make.

However, in order to increase the variety as much as possible, he made small changes on the basis of these three kinds of cakes. The main ingredients of rice cakes are rice flour and sugar. He also bought some raisins and dried roses to embed in rice cakes. , As for sesame cakes, one is ordinary rice noodles wrapped in sesame seeds, and the other is horseshoe flour wrapped in sesame seeds. Although they are both sesame cakes, they taste much worse.

As for the mung bean cake, He Ming didn't come up with any new tricks. Just one kind is enough to make people toss. The powdery pieces are mixed together. Although this pastry is a bit troublesome, it can also clear away heat and relieve heat in this weather.

Mrs. Zhang had also sold steamed buns in the early years, and knowing that He Ming would sell pastries in the future, she found out the steamer in the utility room for him early on.

He Ming is very grateful, his own aluminum pot is fast, but this kind of cake tastes the best when steamed in a steamer made of bamboo, which can keep the inherent taste of the raw materials to the maximum extent and will not be stained. other flavors.Moreover, the aluminum pot is too small to steam much at one time.

"Grandma Zhang, don't go back to your own home to cook from now on. You can eat three meals a day at my home. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of Xiaoyu when I'm busy, so I'll ask you to take care of me."

"Okay, you can make cakes with peace of mind! I can't do your cakes, but I can still do rough work like ordering rice noodles."

The old lady Zhang knew that He Ming had broken up with his second uncle and aunt, and she no longer sneaked into his house. She really felt sorry for the two children and wanted to do something for them.

"I won't be polite to you then."

The next day, He Ming got up at four o'clock in the morning to get busy, and at seven o'clock, three baskets of sweet pastries were baked.After all, it was the first day, and He Ming didn't dare to do more, so he made five styles, each for 25 yuan.

On this day, the children who were sleeping late in several families near He Ming were awakened by the sweet smell, and got up from the bed one by one, followed the scent to He Ming's house.

"He Yu, what are you doing at home, so fragrant?"

"Yeah, what are you eating in your hand, give us a taste..."

"Yeah, give us a few tastes, we've been smelling this early in the morning."

While a group of half-grown children were gulping down their saliva from the scent, they felt particularly uncomfortable. In their opinion, He Yu was a pitiful person. He had no parents since he was a child, and he had an older brother who also loved him. I don't care, usually I can't even afford a soda, but now I am eating deliciously alone in front of the door with a plate of delicious pastries.

He Yu knew that his brother made these pastries for sale. Although his brother's pastries were so delicious that he didn't need to advertise them, it would definitely be good to promote them more.

Therefore, the kid He Yu was quite generous, and he didn't care about the fact that the group of people crowded out and laughed at him before, so he broke off a small piece for everyone, "These two are rice cakes, this one is sesame cakes, and this one is mung bean cakes , Well, you all gave it."

"It's so delicious, He Yu, give me some more..."

"Well, give me some too."

"I also want……"

Now He Yu doesn't feel at all how embarrassed he was when he asked his brother for pastries. Look at these slugs, they are as greedy as the nest of birds waiting to be fed in the tree of his house.

"No more, my brother will only allow me to eat these few pieces, and share them with you, so I will have nothing."

"Cut, really picky."

"Shouldn't it just be a few pastries?"

No matter what they said, He Yu just covered the plate tightly, biting the pastry himself, and still eating it seriously.

At this time, the little girl wearing a foreign dress who had been staying in the crowd stood up, looked at the cakes on He Yu's plate, then at He Yu, and whispered, "Where did you buy these cakes?"

"My brother did it—" He Yu returned subconsciously, but when he looked at the girl, he was immediately stunned, and his face turned red instantly.

This little sister is good-looking, and he likes it very much.

He Yu couldn't help but peeked at the little girl again. Seeing that she was still staring at the plate in his hand, he was instantly blessed, and handed the little girl a whole cake, "I'll eat it for you."

"He Yu, how can you just feed her, what about us?"

"That's right, it's too biased..."

"Don't eat his, cheapskate..."

"Look, you've been rejected, people won't eat you anymore..."

"That's right, you might as well give him to us to eat."

There was an uproar all around, and He Yu was a little at a loss when he saw that the little girl hadn't picked up his pastry for a long time. Just as he was about to take back his hand, the little girl finally took the pastry from him, "Thank you."

He Yu's face turned even redder, and he moved a small bench for her.

After He Ming sorted out the cakes, what he saw was this scene, his brother was sitting with a girl he didn't know

On the small bench in the corridor, eating cakes with puffed cheeks and a serious face, surrounded by five or six boys chattering around them, but their eyes are all staring at the only piece of rice left on the younger brother's plate cake.

Since He Ming woke up, he has never seen his younger brother go out to play with other children, nor have any children come to him to play. As for the reason, he also vaguely knows something. Every time he sees his younger brother sitting in the yard watching He felt very distressed when the other children were chasing after them on the high sun valley flat over there.

However, there was nothing he could do about it.

Nowadays, it is rare for someone to be willing to make friends with his younger brother. It is really not a problem to spend a few cakes.

"If you want to eat any pastry, come here and get it!"

When He Ming just brought out the cakes, none of these kids dared to go forward. After all, the original owner had a cold and indifferent personality, which really didn't please the kids.

"Don't eat it? Then I take it back?"

Hearing this, a bold fat guy finally stood up and whispered, "Brother He Ming, I want a piece of sesame cake."

He Ming nodded, picked up a piece of sesame cake and put it in his hand.

"Brother He Ming, I want the one with raisins..."

"I want that yellow and green mung bean cake..."

"I want the white sesame one."

Seeing that He Ming was so easy to talk, the group of kids immediately came to life. As soon as the cakes were in hand, the two chewed them whole. Seeing that there were still a lot of cakes on the plate, the fat guy who was the first to take the cakes rolled his eyes, "He Ming Brother, can I have a piece?"

"Brother He Ming, can you give us another piece?"

"That's right, eating one piece is not enough for you..."

"Brother, do you sell this pastry?"

He Ming noticed this little girl as soon as he came out. Among a group of boys who looked like mud dolls, this delicate and well-behaved little girl stood out. Not to mention, it was mainly because of the noble aura she exuded from her whole body. A child that can be raised by a rural family.Therefore, He Ming didn't find it strange that the little girl suddenly said such a sentence amidst the chirping noises of begging for pastries.

Girls raised in aristocratic families are always more sensible and reserved than those raised in small families.

"For sale, do you also think the pastries made by brother are delicious?"

The little girl nodded seriously, pursed her lips and said, "I haven't eaten a pastry that tastes better than this."

He Ming raised his eyebrows without any modesty, "I haven't met anyone who makes pastries better than mine." He Ming then distributed the leftover pastries on the plate to the boys , I just left two yuan and gave it to my brother and the little girl.

"Everyone also knows that our family's conditions are not good. It's not a problem to give everyone a one or two yuan to eat from time to time, but if you want to enjoy eating, you still have to spend money to buy it."

"Then how do you sell this pastry? Is it expensive?"

Regarding the price of the pastry, He Ming hadn't had time to decide, "Then what do you think is the right price for my pastry?"

As soon as they heard that it cost money to buy, the group of kids kept silent, only the fat guy said, "Two yuan for one piece, I will drink one less bottle of soda in the future, and I can eat two yuan a day..."

Seeing this rich and powerful tone, He Ming guessed that this fat guy's family background is not bad.

Someone made a start, and other children also joined in one after another.

"Two dollars is too expensive. My mother gives me two dollars a day as pocket money, and I can't eat a piece of it."

"I think two yuan is enough. If you think about buying an ice cream, it costs one yuan, but how can ice cream be as delicious as this pastry?"

"This pastry is delicious, but it's not as cold as ice cream. I still want to save a dollar to buy ice cream."

"Then do you think the pastry made by my brother is better than the pastry made by Ai Tian Shuo in the town?"

These children are a little bit embarrassed, the pastry that Ai Tian said is simply a luxury for them, they haven't eaten it for a long time, and they have forgotten what it tastes like.

The little girl who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "The cakes you make are more delicious. You can't eat more of the cakes that Ai Tian said, they are too greasy, and the taste is not as good as yours."

He Ming glanced at her, "Then what do you think is the right price for brother's pastries?"

"Although the pastries made by my brother are delicious, the price is definitely not comparable to that of Aitian."

"Huh? Why is that?"

The little girl took a bite of the pastry, and looked at He Ming with squinting eyes, "Can a piece of clothing of the same quality be sold at a street stall for the price in a shopping mall?"

Tsk!This is despised.Are all children in this world so ghostly?

He Ming touched his nose, of course he understood the truth, but seeing the serious look of the little girl, he couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Then brother has such a good pastry, so he can only sell it cheaply?"

"The one yuan they said must be low. Ordinary pastries cost more than that, maybe three yuan a piece."

He Ming did the math, these cakes are not considered big, except for mung bean cakes, rice cakes and sesame cakes are about 12 yuan a catty, and a piece sells for three yuan, a catty is 36 yuan, if you want Calculated in this way, excluding the cost of buying raw materials and excluding my own labor costs, I can earn 20 yuan per catty of pastries, which is about the same as the profit I want at present.

Thinking of this, He Ming couldn't help but look at the little girl with complicated eyes, the little girl didn't look like a teenager at all.

"Little sister is from the city, right?"

"Yes, she is from a big city." Fat Brother stood up immediately, "Come here to experience life in the country."

He Ming thought to himself for a while, people in big cities must have a wider vision than a country bumpkin like himself, "Then our cakes cost three yuan a piece, and mung bean cakes cost five yuan. If you want to eat, let your parents buy it." I bought it at the platform at the entrance of the village, and I will sell it there for the past two days."

"Brother He Ming, can't we order less? It's so expensive, my mother won't buy it."

"that is……"

"My brother gets up at four o'clock in the morning to make pastries, and he still needs to buy ingredients. The price is already very cheap. Just the same sesame cake, Aitian said that it costs 12 yuan there, and it's not as good as my brother's."

Even his goddess thinks that three yuan is appropriate. This group of people really don't know what is good or bad. As early as those people said that his brother's pastries were only worth one yuan, He Yu wanted to piss him off. He was as preoccupied as a woman, and he had to maintain his image in front of the goddess, so he held back.

The little girl glanced at He Yu, and she didn't know what to think of. A smile appeared in her eyes, "In the future, if the cakes made by brother He Ming become a brand name, you will definitely not be able to eat them for three yuan."

The faces of a group of children became even uglier.

The author has something to say: He Yu: Brother, look, my goddess has appeared, where is your male god?

He Ming: My male god lives in my heart every day.

Original owner: Che, your body is mine, and all I pretend in my heart is a fair, beautiful, big-breasted girl.

He Ming: Black and white are impermanent, there is a soul wandering here, hurry up and hook it.