Jiang Xuan walked over quickly, "Sister Lan, what's wrong with Xiuxiu?"

Upon seeing Jiang Xuan, Ma Xiaolan awkwardly wiped her reddened eyes and said, "It's nothing, I'm just getting ready to take Xiuxiu to her tutoring class."

"Oh, then you guys go first, come to our house later, Sister Lan."

Ma Xiaolan nodded.

When Jiang Xuan returned to the house, she found that Diandian was not home, so she sat down at the table and began to write her business plan.

She just went to check around and found that there were a few small shops and food stalls near the residential compound, but they mainly sold cigarettes, alcohol, snacks and some daily necessities, and it seemed a bit deserted in the morning.

She noticed that many people in the family compound and the tenement were carrying steamed buns in their hands when they hurriedly left.

There are a few small restaurants in a small alley next to the family compound, but they all sell lunch and dinner; none of them specialize in breakfast.

She also chatted with a few aunties who were doing their morning exercise, asking them about their breakfast.

The women all said that they were short on time in the morning and it was troublesome to make breakfast, so they usually just heated up some dry steamed buns and drank some boiled water to make do.

She chatted with the old lady selling steamed buns at the entrance. The old lady was honest and said that she could sell out all 100 steamed buns she made every day.

Jiang Xuan gradually came up with an idea: the people here are busy in the morning and don't have time to cook. If she sells breakfast here, there will definitely be a market for it.

Jiang Xuan decided to start by making egg pancakes.

Since she was just starting out, she didn't plan to make anything too complicated; she would only make two kinds.

One type is a vegetable and egg pancake, and the other is a ham and egg pancake.

She wrote down the recipe on a piece of paper, and then she went to buy the ingredients.

She had just finished writing when she heard a knock on the door.

She opened the door, and Ma Xiaolan was back.

"Come in quickly, Sister Lan." Jiang Xuan affectionately took her hand, pulled her into the house, and sat her down.

"Sister Lan, what's wrong? You look so pale." Jiang Xuan handed her an enamel mug. "Hurry up and drink some water."

Ma Xiaolan sighed, "I'm so angry today, we had a fight. You don't know, the malted milk powder you gave to Xiuxiu, they gave one can to Tian Wenbo, and actually sold the other one."

Ma Xiaolan then recounted the entire incident.

Jiang Xuan knew that Tian Wenbo was Sun Jianjun's nephew and was one year older than Xiuxiu.

"Then I got so angry that I said I wanted a divorce, and Xiuxiu overheard it. When you came back, she was crying because of this."

Jiang Xuan wasn't surprised by the malted milk powder incident; she had overheard a bit about it in the kitchen last night.

"Don't upset Sister Lan, it's not worth ruining your health. To be honest, I'm quite surprised that you were able to fight back today. I think you should have done this a long time ago."

“You said it was for Xiuxiu’s sake, but you’ve been bullied by them all this time. How can Xiuxiu be happy living in this environment?”

Ma Xiaolan sighed again and said, "Xiuxiu told me before that there was a girl in her class who didn't have a father and was often bullied and ridiculed by some classmates."

"Sister Lan, you misunderstood me. I'm not encouraging you to get a divorce. What I mean is that you should stand up for yourself. You saw it yourself: you resisted, and the sky didn't fall, and they couldn't do anything to you, right?"

"Sister Lan, let me tell you, people are all bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong."

Ma Xiaolan nodded and said, "Thank you, Jiang Xuan. If you hadn't told me so much that day, I wouldn't have dared to argue with them like this today. You don't know how my heart was pounding at first, but after I vented, I calmed down a lot."

"By the way, Sister Lan, did you come back for breakfast today?"

Ma Xiaolan shook her head.

"I just made some egg pancakes today, let me give you some to try."

Jiang Xuan took out the remaining half of the egg pancake from today.

"Sister Lan, I went around our neighborhood today and found that there are very few breakfast vendors. I'm thinking of selling breakfast myself to earn some extra money to supplement our family income. What do you think?"

Ma Xiaolan's eyes lit up. "Of course! People who work don't have time to make breakfast every day, so many just buy it ready-made. I see that auntie selling steamed buns at our door is doing pretty well. By the way, what do you want to sell?"

Jiang Xuan pointed to the egg pancake in her hand, "Buy this one, what do you think of the taste?"

"It tastes good, but is it difficult to make this pancake?"

"It's not difficult. I initially planned to make two kinds, just to try it out."

"Sure, I support you in doing it. Just let me know if you need any help."

"Okay, thank you, Sister Lan. I'd like to go out and buy some groceries and a bamboo basket today. Xiguan Road is too far. Where can I buy these things around here?"

"I don't know what ingredients you need. Vegetables are available at the store. And the bamboo basket, is that for making pancakes?"

Jiang Xuan nodded, "It's cleaner to put it in a bamboo basket."

“My colleague’s husband knows how to knit. He lives right in our yard. I’ll call her later and ask her husband to knit one for you. It’ll cost 50 cents.”

"Okay, how long will it take to finish weaving?"

"It'll be done today. You go ahead and get busy. I'll go over and let them know right away, in case they've already left."

After saying that, Ma Xiaolan stuffed the egg pancake into her mouth and hurriedly walked out.

"Thank you for your trouble, Sister Lan. You should go to sleep soon."

Ma Xiaolan waved her hand, "It's nothing."

Jiang Xuan began to think about the packaging issue again.

The old lady selling steamed buns at the entrance uses newspaper, which some people find unhygienic, so they take their own lunchboxes.

She herself felt that newspapers were unhygienic, but it was also inconvenient to carry the pancakes if they weren't wrapped.

After thinking it over, she suddenly remembered the white paper she had bought to wallpaper the walls last time.

Why not make your own packaging bags using blank paper?

She checked the cabinet and found that there were still two sheets of white paper left from last time.

Without hesitation, she sat down at the table and began to demonstrate and cut.

The packaging for the pancake is also simple; just make a cylinder that is slightly shorter than the pancake itself.

After cutting the paper, she went to the kitchen to make some paste, and in no time she had made ten packaging bags.

There were only two blank sheets of paper left at home, and she wanted to keep one to line her bamboo basket.

Let's do ten tomorrow and see how it goes.

Jiang Xuan stretched.

It was almost noon, and Dian Dian still hadn't returned, so she decided to go out and check.

I ran into Zhou Dongmei, who was holding a shoe insole, as soon as I stepped out.

"Jiang Xuan, are you busy right now?"

"No rush, no rush. Please come in and sit down. I'm going to go outside and look for Dian Dian. He's been out for a while now."

"Don't worry, I just saw him playing bullfighting with some boys in the yard."

Jiang Xuan felt relieved. "Then let's go to the inner room. I'll help you make the insoles first."

"Okay, I've already sewed up the insoles. You just need to help me with the stitching."

Jiang Xuan sat down at the sewing machine, changed to black thread, and began sewing as Zhou Dongmei had instructed.

She sewed it very tightly.

"Alright, Sister Mei, what do you think?"

"It's very good, very good." Zhou Dongmei took it with both hands, looking at the even stitches with great joy.

"Sister Mei, take off your clothes and let me take them off."