"Mother, should we sell the rest today?"

Chang Fu picked up the food box and asked.

"Yes, for sale. No takeout, only for dine-in. Half a tael of silver per plate, two pieces per plate. Remember to add the word 'limited' to the price."

After finishing the last glutinous rice ball, Yan Xia took a sip of tea to moisten her throat.

He replied.

"Okay, Mom. By the way, what's the name of this pastry?"

Yan Xia thought for a moment and said, "Xue Qing Nuonuo!"

afternoon.

Yan's Pastry Shop has launched new products once again.

Regular customers would fight over a new product as soon as they heard about it.

There are only twenty in total, which is ten portions.

They sold out in just over ten minutes.

Those who can come to the second floor of the shop every day to sit, drink tea, and eat pastries are never poor.

They're all people who have plenty of money.

They see others enjoying new products, but they can't.

They all urged Yan Xia to do more.

However, the ice in the shop has run out today, and making dumplings takes time, so chilling them is even more necessary.

Yan Xia did not agree.

She could only appease them by saying that the materials were limited and she would try to make as much as possible the next day.

It was half an hour later when I got back to the backyard.

Yan Xia's lips were dry from talking.

She held the teapot and drank directly from it.

A whole pot of tea was drunk clean.

The more you sweat, the more water you naturally need to replenish.

After a busy afternoon, I finally closed the shop.

Yan Xia was about to go to her family's restaurant for a bowl of spicy hot pot when she saw Qian Yi driving his carriage back.

A familiar figure jumped off the carriage and knelt down in front of her with a thud.

"Please, Manager Yan, save my master!"