Chapter 157

The cookies sold better than expected.

There were also other kids who were good at playing who came over to support An Zimo's stall business.

In just one morning, all the biscuits brought by An Zimo were sold out.

Xingnuo looked at the money in the cardboard box, and squatted down with Lu Qi, counting one dollar at a time, folding them neatly, with a look of joy on his face.

"Yeah, we made twenty-five bucks!"

An Zimo wiped his dark and red little face. He was very hot, but he grinned happily.

"Let's go! Xingnuo, I'll treat you guys to ice cream!"

Now that they have money, a small ice cream is no problem at all!

Xingnuo's skin will not get tanned in summer, but the cheeks will get red and the eyes will be moist, looking like a sweet peach.

He hummed, his eyes becoming more moist and clear with joy.

"Great! I haven't had ice cream in a long time!"

Xingnuo went to the company for internship a few days ago. He was very tired after work. He had no energy at all. He fell asleep as soon as he got home and didn't even have time to buy ice cream.

An Zimo waved his hand arrogantly, took his two friends to a nearby store, and ordered an ice cream for each of them.

I just earned twenty-five dollars, and immediately spent six dollars.

An Zimo was still not satisfied after finishing the meal, so he went to buy another one and also took a bag of spicy strips, sitting under the shade of a tree and sharing them with Xingnuo.

Xingnuo didn't like eating oily things like spicy strips, so he only tried one and then quietly licked his ice cream.

The cool ice cream slid down his throat, causing Xingnuo to squint his eyes and speak happily:

“It’s really profitable to set up a stall!”

An Zimo swallowed the ice cream in a few mouthfuls and nodded vigorously:

"That's right! I'll ask my mom to buy some cookies tomorrow, and I'll secretly sell them! I can make some extra money!"

Lu Qi was eating ice cream beside him with an expressionless face, his brows furrowed, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"You lost a total of ninety-two and a half dollars from setting up the stall."

Lu Qi spit out a number, causing An Zimo, who was eating ice cream next to him, to pause, his eyes widening instantly.

"How is that possible?!"

He obviously made a lot of money!

As soon as she finished speaking, An Zimo's mother walked out of the community, holding a rolling pin in her hand and looking angry.

When An Zimo saw this, his scalp went numb and he ran away without hesitation.

"Stop right there, you little bastard! I was wondering why all the cookies at home are gone!"

Xingnuo held the unfinished ice cream in his hand, with some ice cream stains on his little face, and stared blankly at An Zimo who was running away.

Xing Nuo counted with his hands, and then he was surprised:

“It seems like I really lost out!”

The "loss-making" street stall business only lasted for half a day and was unfortunately killed by An Zimo's mother's rolling pin.

Xingnuo went back holding his bed sheet, with his head hung low, sighing silently.

An Zimo, who was afraid to go home after getting beaten, walked beside him and also sighed.

"The plan of selling cookies doesn't work, Zimo, how about you try another job experience?"

An Zimo, with a big bump on his head from being beaten by his mother, nodded and couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"What do I do then?"

Xingnuo thought about the small oven and various black and hard cakes that his father had recently made, and his eyes lit up.

"Why don't you try making cakes and cookies? You can take them home when you're done, and your mother won't be angry!"

An Zimo's eyes lit up and he nodded twice.

"Good idea, let's go!"

Lu Qi didn't want to go to Xingnuo's house to face those monsters, so he said goodbye to the two of them downstairs and slipped into the alley.

Xingnuo and An Zimo took the elevator upstairs, and when they returned home, they found that only Shen Baizhou was there, and they couldn't help wondering:

"Brother, where's Dad?"

Shen Baizhou crossed his legs and spoke lazily:

"He's out. He won't be back for a while. What are you doing?"

Xingnuo had already stepped on a small stool, took down the chopping board, and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

"An Zimo plans to make small cakes."

Chen Baizhou looked at An Zimo, who looked like a small piece of black charcoal in the summer, and hummed for a moment before asking:

"Can you do it?"

Xingnuo scratched his chin and nodded hesitantly:

"I guess."

Recalling the steps his father took when making pastries, Xingnuo prepared a small basin and poured water and flour into it.

“The first step is to knead the dough!”

An Zimo put on disposable gloves and spoke confidently:

"I understand! Leave the rest to me! It will definitely work!"

A few minutes later——

Xingnuo: "Did you add too much water?"

An Zimo nodded: "But why is your face so hard?"

An Zimo exclaimed again: "Strange, where are my gloves?"

Xing Nuo looked at the gloves and flour that had merged into one, and couldn't find the flour basin at all. He imitated Shen Baizhou's appearance, shrugged and sighed.

"Zimo, let's just forget it."

An Zimo didn't believe it, so he rummaged in the basin for a long time and finally found his lost disposable gloves.

"See, I can find it!"

Xingnuo was silent for a moment, and finally poured out the entire bowl of flour.

Shen Baizhou watched for a long time, his narrow eyes curved, and he supported his chin with joy, and said:

“This show is interesting.”

Xingnuo thought about it, held up her snow-white cheeks, and sighed worriedly.

"Otherwise, wait for my dad to come back and let him teach you!"

Xingnuo thought this was a good idea, clapped his hands and said happily:

"My father makes a lot of cakes, and they are dark when baked. They are different from those made by others!"

Whenever An Zimo thought of Xingnuo's gentle and handsome father, he always felt uncomfortable and didn't dare to speak in front of Shen Wen at all.

"No no! Let's do it ourselves!"

After the two of them struggled for a long time, Xingnuo's face was covered with flour, and even a lot of it was hidden in his hair. When he shook his head, the flour residue fell off his little curly hair.

Xingnuo's eyes were itchy, so he rubbed them with the back of his hand, rubbing his eyelashes until they turned white.

"Okay, I finally kneaded the dough!"

After working hard for quite a while, Xingnuo was very tired. He felt that it was not An Zimo who was experiencing the work, but he himself was working.

Xing Nuo took a few breaths, then collapsed onto the belly of Shen Baizhou, who was watching the fun, and rubbed all the white flour on his face onto his clothes.

Shen Baizhou simply didn't want to touch this little kid who had rolled in the flour pile. He poked Xingnuo's forehead with a finger and pointed to the side.

"Don't lie on me and get all flour on me."

Xingnuo was unhappy and deliberately rubbed her head against his neck, clinging to Shen Baizhou with her little hands and feet like a little octopus.

"No, brother, let us laugh at you!"

Shen Baizhou smiled, his drooping eyelids lifted, shining with a layer of watery light, and the alienated feeling of the whole person seemed to fade away in an instant.

"I don't see you making fun of me."

It’s just that Xingnuo was too interesting. He thought about it for a long time and even made himself a small chef’s hat, but when he put it on, his head was still covered with flour.

Shen Baizhou picked up Xingnuo and looked at the results of the little guys' work. He added sugar to the flour and barely kneaded it into a round shape.

"Let me do it."

Shen Baizhou put Xingnuo on a chair, stood in front of the small table and began to knead the dough. In just a few strokes, he kneaded the flour into a smooth dough.

An Zimo was watching from the side and couldn't help but clap his hands.

“That’s amazing!”

Xingnuo couldn't help but shake his feet twice and applauded.

"Brother is awesome!"

Shen Baizhou flicked the little guy's forehead, took off his disposable gloves, and said:

"You guys do it yourself from now on."

Xingnuo hummed, patted the round dough with his little hands, thought for a while, pinched the dough into a small ball, and then flattened it with a mold.

The simplest small cookie shape is ready!

The two little guys worked very hard, not caring whether it was the right thing to do, and made a plate of small pancakes.

Xingnuo took the plate and put the buns into the oven.

"Dad said we need to bake it a little longer so it will be even."

Xingnuo turned the button to the top position where it could not be turned, clapped his hands and said:

"Okay, we'll have cookies later!"

Xingnuo, who was very tired, finally had a good rest. He sat on the sofa and took an apple to eat.

An Zimo was very worried. After all, this was his first time baking cookies. He was excited but also scared.

He walked around in the living room. Xingnuo raised his head and watched An Zimo walking around, his eyes dizzy.

After eating the apple, Xingnuo felt half full. He didn’t eat much at lunch. After taking a few bites, he couldn’t help but run to the oven to take a look.

An Zimo ate with relish. The private dishes ordered by Chen Yan were light in taste but not bland. An Zimo forgot why he came for a moment and drank two or three bowls in a row.

Xingnuo was very worried. When his little ears heard a ding sound from the oven, he immediately raised his head from the bowl and ran to the oven.

"It's done!" Xingnuo exclaimed.

Through a layer of transparent oven glass, Xingnuo saw the dark color of the biscuits inside. He had a bad feeling, but he couldn't help but hold on to a glimmer of hope.

Shen Baizhou helped open the oven and took out the baking tray wearing gloves.

On the baking tray, a dozen small round cakes were baked black, looking more like charcoal than An Zimo, the little black charcoal.

Xingnuo picked up a piece, it was a little hot, and the biscuit accidentally fell on the table, clanging and making a small crack in the bowl.

Xingnuo couldn't help but widen his eyes and poked the cookie with chopsticks.

"This cookie is so hard, it's different from the ones my dad made!"

The cookies made by Chen Wen looked like they were coated with a layer of black paint and were shiny, while those made by Xing Nuo were dry and hard.

Xingnuo didn't believe it and thought that he had to taste the cookies he made.

He picked up a piece, hesitated for a long time, and finally put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Not only did he fail to bite it, but Xingnuo also knocked out one of his teeth!