The second floor of the pastry shop is in a better location than the restaurant.
It faces the street to the west, and you can see the small river below to the east.
In spring and summer, small wooden boats sway gently across the river, and a light breeze rustles through the willows—a scene that is incredibly poetic and picturesque.
It feels like stepping into a modern-day Jiangnan-style alley.
Add a singer who plays a musical instrument, and you can enjoy tea and pastries while listening to the music—that would be true enjoyment.
Fortunately, the weather hasn't warmed up much yet, so boiled milk can be left to sit for a day.
Yan Xia plans to go to town tomorrow.
Bring the milk over and arrange for the construction of the second floor.
Another batch of covered wooden barrels will be ordered for use in storing milk.
Not only are there too few wooden buckets at home, but they also don't have lids. We can only temporarily cover them with clean burlap to keep out the dust, which is definitely not sustainable in the long run.
If rats or cockroaches accidentally crawl in, her shop's reputation will be ruined.
Ever since becoming friends with Brother Qian and Sister Zhao, Yan Xia's temper has become increasingly impatient.
You have to do what you think of right away.
Busy and energetic.
Black tea is expensive, and rose jam and brown sugar milk are also precious items, so Yan Xiading doesn't actually make much profit from the price.
Fortunately, the quantity was large, with milk mixed with tea.
Mixed in a 1:1 ratio.
The main strategy is to operate on a low-profit, high-volume basis.
Furthermore, Yan Xia doesn't plan to sell rose milk tea in bamboo tubes, as bamboo tubes are too big and don't look very classy.
This time, she not only wants to add a second floor to the pastry shop, but also to order a batch of porcelain cups with handles, in a modern style.
Milk tea can also be sold by the pot, but the price will be twice as high.
One pot comes with 4 to 6 cups.
There is a small heater under the kettle.
To ensure the milk tea doesn't get cold.
We'll also consider adding ice in the summer.
Yan Xiatian got up before dawn. After washing up and having breakfast, she went to town with Zhao Dali and some milk, while Xiao Ji stayed in the village with Xiao He.
After the milk tea is brewed, it is sold in restaurants.
Worried that they wouldn't sell out, Yan Xia even mentioned it to her regular customers at the pastry shop.
So today, not only has the restaurant's business improved, but all the milk tea has also sold out.
Most of the customers ordered takeout milk tea.
There was no other way; the cups hadn't been customized yet, so Yan Xia could only use bamboo tubes to hold them for now.
After visiting several shops and ordering the items I wanted, I started working on adding a second floor. The people chosen for the second floor were the same group as before.
Yan Xia drew the blueprints with charcoal and handed them over.
After agreeing on the price and purchasing the materials, construction began on the third day. Concerned that the construction would affect customers, Yanxia closed the shop for five days until the bottom of the second floor was completed and the reinforced pillars were placed.
It then reopened for business, and the remaining construction work no longer affected customers.
It's just a bit noisy.
Yan Xia paid more money and worked day and night, expecting to finish everything around late March.
The shop's design involves keeping the main structure on the first floor unchanged, while adding a wooden staircase at the left corner to allow customers to go up to the second floor.
Because the foundation was not deep, Yan Xia added several reinforcing pillars.
To prevent damage to the shop due to strong winds or excessive snow accumulation.
The east and west sides of the second floor are completely enclosed by wooden railings, with a round stage in the middle, 30 centimeters high, big enough for three people to stand on, not too big or too small, so that people can be invited to tell stories, sing songs, play musical instruments, etc.
The dining tables are placed on both sides of the balcony, so that you can enjoy the view while drinking tea and eating pastries.
You can also choose a private room without a view, unlike the restaurant.
The private rooms here are really sturdy; unless you're right next to the door, you can hardly hear what the people inside are saying.
Guests can also open the door of the private room to listen to music and get some fresh air; it's up to the guests.
There are four private rooms in total.
On the right side of the second floor, there is a five-meter-long bar table on the left.
A tall wooden stool was made on the side.
Let those guests who come alone sit and eat and drink.
There is a two-meter-wide open space next to the bar table, which is the part coming up from the stairs.
Yan Xia went all out; the windows and pillars on the second floor were all carved with intricate designs!
They also bought many calligraphy and paintings to hang up.
This will inevitably create a refined and elegant atmosphere.
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The officials conscripting laborers arrived at Baihua Village on March 10th.
Because prior notice had been given, Bai Li had already completed all the statistics by the 5th.
Luo Bai had already been released. Although the wound on his buttocks had healed in prison, he had suffered greatly.
Thirty strokes of the cane would have left a woman barely clinging to life.
Even with good luck, he was left with a disability.
Luo Bai walks with a limp, and it's unclear whether he has injured his calf.
"Is your family handing over people or money?"
When the statistics were compiled before the 5th, Bai Li was standing at the Luo family's door with a booklet in his hand.
These two dilapidated houses don't even have a yard.
Not to mention the main room, he could only speak standing up.
Where will I get the money to pay?
Luo Jingui had a blade of grass between his teeth, smacked his lips, and looked nonchalant, not at all like someone of his age.
Luo Bai was somewhat worried.
"Hand her over, hand her over, Uncle Village Head. I don't know how long this forced labor will last. My Lifang is heavily pregnant and can't be left alone."
Bai Lizheng felt sorry for Luo Bai when he saw how weak he looked.
"Why don't you just send your dad? I don't know the exact time, it could be a few months, or it could be a year and a half."
"I'm not going. I have three sons. Even if two are in jail, there's still one standing here. Village head, don't make such a suggestion. Why don't you go? I'm so old, do you want me to suffer like that? Get lost, you brat, hurry up and go. I'll take care of your wife. Are you afraid I'll mistreat her?"
Luo Jingui pretended to push Luo Bai, wishing he would leave right now.
Bai Lizheng was speechless. Luo Jingui was only thirty-eight years old this year. If he were old, wouldn't he be buried?
That's so infuriating!
Seeing that the village head's expression was not good, Luo Bai quickly took over the conversation.
"I didn't say I wouldn't go, Dad. I just need to trouble you to take good care of Lifang. Village head, could you please help me out as well? When I come back, I'll do anything to repay you."
Luo Bai knew perfectly well what kind of person his own father was.
That's completely unreliable; you might as well ask the village head for help.
"Okay, but there's not much I can do to help. If your Lifang is in labor and you haven't returned by then, have your father come to my house to find me, and I'll ask your Aunt Huangmei to come and help take care of her for a few days."
Aunt Huangmei is Bai Lizheng's eldest daughter-in-law.
She's about the same age as Yan Xia.
He is kind and virtuous.
After all, Cui Siniu was in jail, and it was inconvenient for her father-in-law and daughter-in-law to live together.
The woman had just given birth and was very weak.
It's not a big deal to ask the eldest daughter-in-law for help.
"Okay, thank you very much, village head. Please register my name."
After leaving the Luo family, Bai Lizheng went to the dilapidated temple.
This is the last household.
He knocked on the door of the dilapidated temple.
"Brother Yan, open the door!"
Yan Hecheng then opened the door of the dilapidated temple and inquired.
"What's wrong, village head?"
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