"Okay, Xiaoyun, go share it with everyone, otherwise you won't have time to taste it when the customers come."

"If you think it tastes good, I'll make it for you next time. I still have some ingredients left at home, but I don't have time this time. But there's still some time before Mid-Autumn Festival, so don't rush. I will definitely make it before Mid-Autumn Festival anyway."

"Next time I have a holiday, I will make it for everyone. By then I will have a better idea of ​​how to make it and I will let everyone taste it."

Qin Xiaoyun happily shared the mooncakes with everyone, and without exception, she received unanimous praise from everyone.

Everyone took advantage of their free time to come over and praise her for the delicious food. Some people said with regret:

"Zhiyi, the mooncakes you made are really good. I think they taste better than the ones sold here."

"It's such a shame. Now that free trade is not allowed, we can only try it. If we can buy it, I would just buy some to take home."

"Let my family try it, or even give it as a gift. It's a shame I can't sell it, so I can only try it. What a shame."

"It's just that I didn't catch a good time. Otherwise, with your skills, you would definitely be able to make a lot of money."

"Now I can only make it like this. I made it for my family. It's a pity. After all, the taste of yours is really good, better than the ones sold in stores."

"It tastes this good even though it's a little burnt on the outside. If it wasn't burnt on the outside, it would definitely taste even better."

They really think it is delicious. Although college students also sell mooncakes on August 15th every year, each household can only buy a few.

And to be honest, the taste is not as good as Fang Zhiyi's, so everyone feels it's a pity that her food is so delicious, but it is not available for purchase.

Otherwise, I really want to buy some and let my family try it, but it's just a thought.

After all, Fang Zhiyi is not stupid. Although he wants to make money, he doesn't want to sacrifice himself, right?

Although everyone is saying this now, if you really start making money secretly, who knows, someone might have other ideas.

After all, some people just can't stand seeing others live better than them. If Fang Zhiyi really made money secretly by doing this, he might be reported by others.

After all, you can only know a person's face but not his heart. We are all strangers. Although we have been together for such a long time, who knows what kind of person he is in his heart.

Although he said that he hoped I would sell things to them, if I really sold them, and he reported me, wouldn't that be the end of it?

By then, Fang Zhiyi would not have earned much money, but would have to spend the rest of her life on it. She would not be so stupid.

If he had no money, the two of them would have a hard time and he might even take the risk to give it a try, but she had so much money in her hands now that she would not try it.

It’s different from going to the black market. Here everyone knows her true identity and what she looks like.

If she really did something that gave the annoying people a handle, she would definitely be punished if she reported her.

That's why Fang Zhiyi would never take risks and do such things just for the sake of eating. Who knows if there are any villains among them?

There is no need to say more. If there is someone with bad intentions among them, a random report will be enough to make Fang Zhiyi suffer a lot.

So forget it. No matter what they say, Fang Zhiyi won't open his mouth.

"There's nothing I can do. Besides, even if I could sell it, I don't have the energy to do it. My energy is limited, so I can only do this and let everyone have a taste."

"If the government doesn't allow us to set up stalls and do business, they must have their reasons, and we can't say anything."

"I only had time at the last minute, so I baked a little more so everyone could have more. This time I really didn't have time, so this is all I have."

"But you can go home and make it yourself. Although the taste may not be as good as mine, you may save some money if you make it yourself now."

"It might not look good, but if I have good skills, I might be able to give my own creations as gifts, which would save me a lot of money."

When these people heard her say this, they all became interested, so Fang Zhiyi explained to them again how to make this thing.

Although Fang Zhiyi knew that reform and opening up would be implemented in the future and that business would be allowed, she really had never thought about making a lot of money with these things.

As for mooncakes, the fillings are all pretty much the same, so even if the taste is bad, it won’t be that different.

Moreover, there are so many time-honored brands and so many competitors. Fang Zhiyi is not stupid. It is troublesome to make this thing, and there is a time limit.

Throughout the year, sales are only good around the Mid-Autumn Festival.

If you do this, the money is really too much, and you don’t make much. When you make money, it’s only in that short month.

If she really wanted to do business, there were many ways to do it, but she had to choose the most difficult and least profitable one.

If anyone really wanted to know, she would teach them sincerely. It would be pointless for her to hide it anyway. She wasn't going to make a fortune from it, nor was she going to keep it as a family heirloom.

I learned that from other people, it's not some secret family recipe, it's nothing special.

After everyone got the recipe from her, they were all eager to try it out when they had time.

After all, it sounds like it is indeed more cost-effective than buying it. After all, when you buy it, you need a ticket and money, which is so troublesome. If you can do it yourself, wouldn’t you save the ticket and some money?

Because of this small action, Fang Zhiyi's status in everyone's hearts has become higher.

This indirectly brought him closer to everyone. As long as he didn't go too far and showed no emotional intelligence, he would be able to thrive in the supply and marketing cooperative.

At noon, while everyone was having lunch, Fang Zhiyi and the others quickly sent the packages to Meng Xiangan.

After delivering the package, Fang Zhiyi walked out of the post office and breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had completed a mission.

After returning to the supply and marketing cooperative, she sat at the counter and ate the food Qin Xiaoyun had packed for her.