Hua Ziqiang and Hua Xiangfan each tasted one piece.
The soft rice aroma enters your mouth with heat, and the fragrant sweetness spreads between your lips and teeth.
After eating one piece, you will feel full and want to eat another one.
But the two brothers were not greedy people after all, so they only ate one or two pieces at most and then stopped being greedy.
After steaming a few more pots and using up all the rice and glutinous rice in stock at home, Hua Ziqiang brought the rice cakes to Old Hua's house.
He was still standing at the door of Old Hua's house, staring at the dragon fruit in a daze. Hua Wanyan immediately smelled the aroma of rice cakes.
She walked out curiously and saw Hua Ziqiang.
"It's you, is your name Erniu?"
Hua Ziqiang came back to his senses and said, "Yes, you are Yanyan from my aunt's family, right?"
Hua Wanyan nodded and said curiously: "You smell so good, is there something delicious?"
Hua Ziqiang laughed dumbly: "You have a very sensitive nose. Didn't I say last time that I wanted to make cakes with candied osmanthus? Now that I have some free time, I'll make some and send it to your house."
After saying that, he asked Hua Wanyan: "Is your aunt at home? Or can you take this in?"
Hua Wanyan quickly turned aside and said, "You go in, my grandma is at home. She didn't go out to set up the stall today."
Wan Qingliu made money faster than Wu Muxiang. After all, the things she sold before were relatively expensive. Although everyone was generally poor, there were always people who bought them.
Naturally, you will earn more money.
So, she was not in a hurry. After all, there was no pressure at home, and there was endless money to be earned.
Sometimes I feel lazy and don’t put it up.
She happened to be at home this Sunday, thinking about what to cook for lunch.
Hua Ziqiang entered Old Hua's house. The pastries were still warm and fragrant, which Wan Qingliu smelled immediately.
She hurried out, saw Hua Ziqiang, and said with a smile:
"Erniu, it smells so good, I knew it was you who made it. What is this?"
Hua Ziqiang said, "This is sweet osmanthus rice cake. Try it. It tastes pretty good."
Old Hua took Hua Ziqiang to work in the fields, while Hua Aihua and Su Qiuying went to the mountains to play. Only Wan Qingliu, Zhou Yujiao, Hua Wanchi and Hua Wanyan were at home.
At this time, Zhou Yujiao and Hua Wanchi also came out. When they saw the pastries, they were surprised.
Zhou Yujiao: "Erniu, did you do this?"
Hua Ziqiang nodded and said with a smile, "Aunt Zhou, try it."
Hua Wanchi giggled, "Wow, Brother Erniu's rice cake looks delicious, so I won't be polite." She took the lead and gave each of them a piece of the rice cake.
Hua Wanyan looked down at the rice cake that had just been stuffed into her hand. It was snow-white and soft, with a hint of heat still floating around, and looked very appetizing.
She took a light bite and found it soft in the mouth. She took another bite and the honey-like liquid flowed to her taste buds, bringing a sweet taste.
It smells good, looks beautiful, and tastes really good.
Hua Wanyan was immersed in this novel taste and had not yet come to her senses. She didn't hear what Hua Ziqiang said before she saw him leave.
Wan Qingliu ate and said, "If he sells this, I think the business will be pretty good."
The techniques taught by our ancestors are top-notch, there is nothing wrong with them.
Hua Wanchi took a few pieces to the library - Li Shuangshuang was waiting for her there. Since she was already there, she decided to share some delicious food with her.
She really enjoyed the admiring looks. When she shared such white, delicate and sweet pastries, one could imagine how grateful and respectful Li Shuangshuang's eyes were when she looked at her.
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We made quite a lot of pastries and gave some to Old Hua's family. There were still a lot left, which was more than the two brothers could finish.
This thing can't be stored for a day or two. It will turn sour.
Hua Xiangfan was riding his bicycle. He was going to visit his grandmother and bring some food to her house.
After much thought, I decided that my grandmother's family was large and should be able to handle so many rice cakes.
Although it is a bit far, it only takes about an hour to ride a bike.
Hua Xiangfan took rice cakes to give to his younger brothers and sisters.
Hua Zhengliu is in a technical secondary school. Since he only has one day off, and the money is enough, and his brothers are busy, he usually doesn't go home. At most, he goes to the high school to visit his younger siblings.
Hua Xiangfan asked someone to call her out, and Hua Zhengliu's classmates had already recognized her as their second brother.
Every time they see Hua Xiangfan, they are envious.
Their parents or brothers and sisters are not so kind, and there is no money at home. It is already very good if they can bring pickles back to school every week and give them enough money to have enough food.
It's impossible to want more.
Every time Hua Zhengliu's brother comes, he either gives food or money, or both food and money. He is extremely generous.
Among the classmates, Hua Zhengliu was the best.
Hua Zhengliu was called out, and when he saw Hua Xiangfan, he called out, "Second brother!"
Hua Xiangfan stuffed a basket of cakes and ten yuan into her hand.
"Today, my brother made some rice cakes with candied osmanthus flowers in them. They're quite delicious. I'll bring them over for you to try. Here are ten yuan for you. Spend it as you see fit. Buy whatever you want without any scrimping."
Hua Zhengliu nodded. In fact, she was not a big spender and saved all the extra money.
The pastry in his hand was still a little warm. Hua Zhengliu smelled it and smelled a faint aroma of rice cake.
It smells delicious.
After saying goodbye to his sister, Hua Xiangfan went to the high school again and found Hua Guanfang and her brother. He also gave each of them a bag of rice cakes and ten yuan.
Never show favoritism.
As for being hungry, the three siblings Hua Zhengliu would definitely not be starving, but since they had money on hand, they could change their taste.
Hua Xiangfan went home first. On the way, he met some villagers from Dafang Village. They asked:
"Ergou, what did your family make today that smells so good? Are you planning to sell it?"
Everyone actually knows that Hua Ziqiang and Hua Xiangfan go out to sell food every day, and they understand it very well. No one is jealous of them at all for earning their hard-earned money.
He gets up early and goes to bed late every day to support his younger siblings in school. The two eldest brothers are in their twenties and still haven't married, but no one is jealous of them.
Hua Xiangfan smiled and said, "No, my brother made some delicious food for our family. Uncle, do you want some? We can't finish the food if we make too much."
"What do you do at home?"
"Sugar-scented osmanthus rice cake."
"Candy and rice! How can I have the nerve to ask you for such precious things? Can I buy a few pieces to eat?"
Hua Xiangfan waved his hands: "Hey, you all took care of us when we were little, how can I ask you for money? Just take what you want to eat!"
Villager: "Come on, take me to get it!"
The villagers followed Hua Xiangfan back to his home. Hua Xiangfan generously took out a lot of rice cakes and said enthusiastically:
"Come back if you want to eat more. It would be a waste if we two brothers can't finish it."
The villagers took the rice cake and stuffed two yuan into Hua Xiangfan's hand without saying a word.
Before Hua Xiangfan could chase after him and stuff it back, the person had already disappeared.
Hua Xiangfan looked at the money and smiled helplessly.
I'll wait for my brother to come back in the evening, and then go to that person's house to return the money.
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