Chapter 237 Egg Yolk Pastry

Most of the things in the store are now handed over to Zhu Tao, and she had already taught Geng Ru almost everything when she taught her how to make Liangcha before.

She has changed a lot from before. Her previous timidity and timidity are gone, replaced by her cheerfulness and competence.

Wen Zhenyi brought Axiang with her, and the two of them would occasionally make some pastries. Today she planned to make egg yolk pastries.

She asked Axiang to take out a jar of duck eggs and put them in a pot to cook. She only wanted the egg yolks, not the egg whites. However, she didn't plan to waste the egg whites, so she planned to use them to stir-fry fennel.

Prepare flour to make puff pastry and oil dough. The method here is actually similar to making the skin of chrysanthemum pastry.

The two of them were familiar with the process and it was not difficult for them to do it.

The red bean paste is made by Zhu Tao. The egg yolk is wrapped with the red bean paste, and then the red bean paste is wrapped with fried dough, and finally closed into a small semicircular dough.

"Axiang, help me raise the oven."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Wen Zhenyi also brought a few eggs, beat them, and brushed them on the dough with a small brush, then sprinkled some sesame seeds on the dough.

"Oh, you came in at the right time." Master Cheng's voice sounded behind her.

Wen Zhenyi turned his head and looked at the person who walked in from the hall: "Master Cheng, I haven't seen you for a while. How come you are free to come here today?"

"The brat is in the county town and sent me a message. I have to go there myself." Master Cheng looked at the things on her baking tray curiously: "What is this?"

“This is egg yolk pastry.”

"Oh, it seems I am in for a treat."

"Have you decided on the banquet today?"

Mr. Cheng sat on a stool nearby, his eyes never leaving the food on the baking tray: "Yes, I'll have someone take you to the county town tomorrow."

"good."

"Girl Wen, why don't you go to the county town and live in our mansion?"

"No, I'm going to stay at my uncle's house. I haven't seen them in a while."

"You know what? Your grandpa's shop is doing so well it's almost enviable. If you go to the county town and want to buy a bowl of their herbal tea, you have to wait an hour or two."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"You'll know when you get there, but seriously, it would be nice if they could deliver like you do here."

Wen Zhenyi paused as he brushed the egg wash: "Master Cheng, do you still remember the way to make money I told you last time?"

"What good ideas do you have, girl? Tell me about it."

“Delivery.”

"Delivery?" Mr. Cheng was a little confused.

Wen Zhenyi put the baking tray into the oven and asked A Xiang to take over the rest of the work. She wiped her hands and sat next to Master Cheng: "Yes."

"Your shop is the only one that does this kind of business. No other shop has such a good business, and they even offer delivery."

"You get tired of eating the same thing too much, but what if you could deliver to your door from every store in the city?"

When Mr. Cheng heard her say this, he frowned.

There were hundreds of shops in the city, even in the town itself. If this was really as she said, even if each item cost a penny, with over a thousand items sold every day, he would have to make a tael of silver.

"Please tell me more."

"I think that every store has its own characteristics, and they also have their own new things, such as food. Once new food is released, some customers don't want to wait but still want to eat it, so you have an opportunity."

"That's true, but it's quite troublesome to contact them."

Wen Zhenyi had thought about this problem before, but it was difficult for others. However, for wealthy people like Mr. Cheng, these were not difficult at all.

"Carrier pigeon."

Master Cheng seemed to have guessed something, but he couldn't connect the dots: "I still don't quite understand."

“We can use carrier pigeons to deliver what guests need.”

"This requires that everyone can read and write, otherwise it would be impossible to achieve such a transmission."

"You can only take it slow. You can't eat a whole bun in one bite, right?"

"You're right. Tell me how to do it."

Wen Zhenyi then told them his general idea. Each delivery person would be equipped with a carrier pigeon. When he received an order from a customer, he would pick it up and deliver it.

Mr. Cheng thought for a moment and said, "You charge one penny per share, so how can we make money?"

"You make money from the merchants. You have to negotiate how much each merchant will pay you for each meal they sell. Anyway, you are responsible for the delivery."

"I'll go back and think about it."

"Okay."

Mr. Cheng is also a smart man: "If it succeeds, I will give you a 30% bonus."

"Thank you, Master Cheng."

"When did you become so polite?"

"You still have to be polite."

At this time, the aroma was already coming out of the oven.

Mr. Cheng's attention was drawn to the things in the oven: "I have to buy some of this."

"I've already said this, it's not cheap."

"I don't mind those few bucks. Even if you sell them for a penny each, I'll buy some to try."

Wen Zhenyi smiled and shook his head: "One penny each is not that exaggerated, but I haven't calculated the cost yet, you have to wait for me."

"Okay, you do the math."

Wen Zhenyi began to calculate the cost. She did not use a whole salted duck egg, so as to reduce some costs, and the oil she used was sesame oil.

Lard is no longer available. Although it is not as fragrant as lard, it can save costs.

So overall, the material cost for one is about six coins, plus the cost of labor and firewood, the cost of a plate of eighteen is two hundred and thirty-four coins.

Master Cheng was not in a hurry. He just looked at the direction of the oven. The baked pastries were really fragrant, but the girl didn't make them often, so they had nowhere to buy them if they wanted to.

Wen Zhenyi planned to sell them for thirty coins each: "Master Cheng, one is thirty coins, how many do you want?"

"I want ten."

"Okay, I'll put it in for you once it's baked."

Master Cheng got up and went to the hall to find Shen Hanxing to pay.

Aunt Ji came over from the hall and said, "Miss, the guests asked if we had any snacks for sale today?"

"Yes, we have egg yolk pastries today, but they're a bit expensive, 30 cents each. If they need them, they can pre-order them. We don't have a lot."

"Okay, I'll go talk to them now."

The first egg yolk pastry baked has come out of the oven, and Wen Zhenyi put it on the rack to cool.

Mr. Cheng paid and walked to the backyard. Looking at the egg yolk pastries on the baking tray, he drooled: "Can't we eat them yet?"

"It's too hot now. If you want to eat it, I'll cut one for you to try."

“This can’t be counted as part of what I bought.”

"knew."

Wen Zhenyi took out a few egg yolk pastries, cut them into small pieces, and asked Aunt Ji to distribute them to the diners in the store. This was a free sample, and everyone could try a small piece.