After being with Hua Ziqiang for so long, Hua Xiangfan's cooking skills have become quite good as he has been influenced by him.
Maybe the road was a bit far, and when the sun was about to set, Hua Ziqiang still hadn't returned.
So Hua Xiangfan washed the vegetables and cooked by himself.
If you are a lazy person, just eat some cakes to fill your stomach.
But Hua Xiangfan thinks it is better to eat food at mealtime.
When you are busy, you can use other things to deal with it. Now that I don’t have anything else to do, I might as well cook properly.
People live for this sense of ritual.
Don't skip the basic steps just to save trouble.
After he had been busy for half a day and it was already dark, the food was ready and Hua Ziqiang appeared on his bicycle, jingling his bicycle.
After getting off the bicycle and pushing it into the door, Hua Ziqiang smelled the food and asked, "Have you cooked?"
Hua Xiangfan nodded: "Wash your hands and prepare to serve the meal."
One dish was eggplant with green pepper and garlic, another was stir-fried beans, a steamed egg custard, and twice-cooked pork with chili peppers.
At the dinner table, Hua Xiangfan talked about the rice cake incident. Originally, he wanted his elder brother to help him return the money.
But after hearing this, Hua Ziqiang fell into thought.
An idea popped up in his mind, and after a while it went around in circles and gradually took root.
Hua Ziqiang gradually came back to his senses from his thoughts and looked at Hua Xiangfan and said, "Ergou, what do you say about us selling cakes?"
Selling pastries is certainly not easy. It is not easy to make money, especially if you are selling technical work.
But, you can sell as much as you make, and then you can go home after you sell them all.
The tiring part of making pastries is that you have to knead the dough every day, which takes some effort.
But after it's done, we just sell it. Of course, it's more difficult to clean utensils covered with flour and utensils covered with chili oil.
To sell spicy hot pot, you have to wash, cut and string the vegetables together. You have to make the soup base and season them every day, and you also have to clean the tools. It's very troublesome.
So, selling pastries is a little easier than selling spicy hot pot.
Hua Xiangfan thought for a moment and said, "Brother, it's possible, but I'm not sure if pastries can be as profitable as spicy hot pot. How about this, I'll sell spicy hot pot and you sell pastries, and we'll see which one is more profitable."
Before, the two of them were almost overwhelmed when selling spicy hot pot together, mainly because the more they sold, the more money they made.
Now Hua Xiangfan is selling it alone, and he has his own way of selling it.
When it comes to soup-making skills, Hua Xiangfan has already mastered the art of making soup from Hua Ziqiang. Customers can tell the difference between the soup base he chooses and that chosen by Hua Ziqiang.
Hua Ziqiang smiled and said, "Let's send some more rice cakes and put two yuan in them without him seeing it. He will definitely take it, and then we'll just deny it. Can he still force the money back?"
"Brother, you still have a way."
They acted immediately. The two young men had plenty of energy and were very active.
After successfully sending the rice cakes and money back, Hua Ziqiang began to prepare to soak the rice.
Sesame seeds and brown sugar are also prepared.
The next day, before dawn, Hua Ziqiang got up to grind rice and then steam rice cakes.
I steamed a pot of sesame candy filling, a pot of brown sugar filling, and a pot of sugar osmanthus filling.
Hua Xiangfan sniffed the aroma and sighed, "Brother, maybe this is really worth selling. If I pass by on my way to work, I will definitely buy a piece to try."
When the two brothers were about to set up their stall, Hua Wanchi started fiddling with a pile of wire and pearls that he had gotten from somewhere.
At least except Wan Qingliu, no one knows where she got these strange things.
Hua Wanchi took these out because her mother Zhou Yujiao's birthday was coming soon.
She has no shortage of pearls, and of course she has no shortage of hairpin materials. There are several puppets in the space that can make jewelry.
Making a pearl hairpin is very easy.
But Hua Wanchi feels that the most important thing about giving a gift is the thought behind it. The same pearl hairpin made by yourself and made by someone else is still very different.
She had this plan before the summer vacation was over.
However, it was still early for her mother's birthday, and her daily schedule was very full, so she didn't have time to do it.
But now, Zhou Yujiao's birthday is coming soon, so the priority of preparing this birthday gift has to be moved up.
Take out a ready-made hairpin, prepare some thin copper wire, and then fix the pearls with holes punched on them one by one. This hairpin is very sturdy and can be used for many years.
Although the whole process can be summarized in a few words, it is actually very laborious to wrap it up. It took Hua Wanchi several days to complete it.
She didn't use pearls that were too big, as that would have looked ugly.
The pearls are of moderate size, neatly and closely distributed, emitting a moist luster, and are flawless, white, gentle and elegant.
After making the pearl hairpin, Hua Wanchi was not finished yet. She carved a box out of a piece of rosewood and put the pearl hairpin inside.
Giving a gift without anything always feels incomplete. It always needs to be wrapped in something to make the ceremony complete.
Actually, many ordinary families don’t have the concept of celebrating birthdays. At most, there are full-moon parties, tenth and twentieth birthdays, and then sixtieth, seventieth, and eightieth birthdays.
Celebrate your birthday once a year?
There is no such good thing. I couldn’t even afford to eat in the past few years, so I had no chance to celebrate my birthday.
At least Hua Xuguo's generation never celebrates birthdays.
My birthday was just like any other day.
You still have to eat and work.
By the time Hua Wanchi's generation came around, conditions had improved, so parents would cook a bowl of noodles for their children to make them happy.
So Zhou Yujiao didn't care at all whether her birthday came or not, so much so that on her birthday she didn't even remember that it was her birthday.
Or in other words, at most a concept would flash through my mind by chance, like, oh, I seem to have been born on this day, and I wouldn't have any other thoughts.
It's as common as eating a bowl of rice at mealtime.
In the past, Hua Wanchi might pick some fruit to present to her mother, or pick a bouquet of flowers, or cook a dish by herself, or massage her mother's back and shoulders.
In short, it is enough to have a ceremony to wish you a happy birthday to express your feelings. Don’t worry too much about what you actually do.
Hua Wanchi will give this as a gift this year. It was purely a sudden impulse when she got her hair cut. She thought it would look great to give her mother a headdress to pin in her hair.
At that time, simplicity was in vogue and it was not fashionable to be so ostentatious.
So Hua Wanchi made a pearl hairpin.
And they are real pearls, each one is round and full, and the texture is not on the same level as plastic or cheap cultured freshwater pearls.
On her birthday, Zhou Yujiao saw Hua Wanchi presenting a very sturdy wooden box as if it were a treasure. When she opened it, she found a pearl hairpin inside.
Zhou Yujiao was surprised, then looked at Hua Wanchi: "For me?"
Hua Wanchi smiled and nodded.
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