Everyone's breathing became rapid.
They all opened the bags in their hands.
It was wrapped up tightly, with layers upon layers.
It took a long time to open it.
Yan's flower cakes are pale yellow, baked until crispy and crumbly, and crumble when you bite into them. The rose filling inside is soft, sweet, and sticky.
The flower cake in her hand had a white-gray outer layer.
Bangying.
When you break it open forcefully, the rose filling inside falls apart. If you bring it close to your nose and smell it, it smells like the rose is about to rot.
It was so bad that no one wanted to put it in their mouth; some of the flower cakes were even burnt.
How dare you sell this thing for 80 coins?
Even a steamed bun that costs one coin tastes better than this.
"Everyone, hurry up and chase him! Call your family, grab your weapons! I've lived for so many years, and I've never been fooled like this before! This little beast, once we catch him, I'll beat him half to death and send him to the yamen."
The village women were furious and went home to gather their men and children to chase after the fleeing villagers.
Some were carrying machetes, while others were carrying manure scoops.
This looks like a militia uprising.
However, Luo Bai had already disappeared.
He dared not stop for a moment.
They rushed straight home along the small path.
The villagers chased after him to the city gate but couldn't find him, so they had to go back. They planned to report him to the authorities that afternoon.
The county government office takes a one-hour break at noon.
After all, even a county magistrate isn't a spinning top; he gets tired too.
The two brothers in town were in a slightly worse situation.
When they sold the first batch, the customer hadn't even paid yet. He picked up a package and was about to open it to try it. The two brothers were so frightened that they snatched the flower cakes and ran away. They didn't dare to sell any more until they were two blocks away.
This time I'm smarter; I'll pay first, then deliver the goods.
They were lucky; none of these customers intended to eat on the street.
They sold out just as noon arrived.
The aroma of food wafted from all directions, its fragrance filling your nostrils.
They swallowed hard, unable to even afford a steamed bun.
He went home with a pile of copper coins.
The couple, Cui Siniu and her husband, from the neighboring county, had just arrived.
They chose a busy location, sat on the ground, and began hawking their wares.
"Flower cakes, the most popular flower cakes sold in Shuangqiao Town in the neighboring county, only 50 coins a bag! Everyone has heard of these famous flower cakes, right? They are from Yan's Pastry Shop in Shuangqiao Town. The queue at the shop can last for several hours every day. We have ready-made flower cakes here, and the price is low, only 50 coins a bag, while supplies last."
Cui Siniu had barely finished speaking.
A scholar-like man stopped in his tracks.
He stood in front of the stall and politely inquired.
"Auntie, is this the flower cake from Yan's Pastry Shop in Shuangqiao Town? Is it really? Exactly the same?"
He had visited relatives in Shuangqiao Town, a neighboring county, some time ago. He happened to have tasted it at a relative's house once. It tasted particularly good, but when he asked the price, it was half a tael of silver for a small bag, which contained only five coins. Since he had been working so hard to prepare for the imperial examinations, his mother's eyes were almost blinded, so he naturally couldn't bear to buy it for her.
I was looking for some book-copying work at the shop today when I happened to run into this auntie.
He was captivated.
If it really is a flower cake from Yan's Pastry Shop, he must buy a bag and bring it home for his mother to try.
My mother worked so hard, doing embroidery day and night for him.
“Young master, they’re exactly the same! We learned from the same master as Yan’s Pastry Shop, so the taste is naturally the same. It’s just that her prices are really high, and she’s used to hiring people to queue up, which makes her shop particularly famous. Actually, our flower cakes are tastier and cheaper than hers. They’re only 50 coins a bag. Once they’re sold out, they’re gone. We won’t be selling them here again.”
Cui Si Niu can brag without even blushing.
She used the same words that the family had agreed upon the night before.
They tricked the scholar into buying two bags.
Scholars generally value their reputation, so they naturally wouldn't open a package and eat it on the street.
So the two stayed there until they were sold, moved to a different location, and left the town.
The scholar couldn't be found.
Yan Xia was unaware of the Luo family's despicable deeds.
She spent the whole day at the shop, first picking all the persimmons, then sorting them into portions. She took the unripe ones home to make dried persimmons, and left the ripe ones at the shop to sell.
She had originally planned to pick as many as she needed.
But those birds didn't give her a chance.
There weren't many fruits in total, and seven or eight were pecked and ruined every day, which broke her heart.
We simply picked them all.
The new product is now available for limited sale.
Because there were so few ripe persimmons, Yan Xia bought several batches, but it still wasn't enough; two persimmons were needed for each persimmon ball.
There weren't many people in the town who grew persimmon trees, since land was so valuable and the families who did grow them did so for the sake of that little bit of sweetness all year round.
Naturally, it won't be sold.
So Yan Xia bought all the persimmons she encountered.
Almost all of them were picked from villages below the town and sold there.
It costs one coin per pound, which is very cheap.
She specially commissioned a wooden box for the persimmon dumplings.
A box similar to a modern-day mochi.
One box contains four pieces.
Four large characters are carved on it.
May all your wishes come true.
In addition to anti-counterfeiting engravings, the words "Yan's Pastry Shop" are engraved everywhere.
It's very small; you can only see it if you get close.
One box costs one tael of silver.
It's arguably the most expensive pastry in the shop.
But its pleasing appearance and auspicious name still attracted many wealthy households in the town to rush to buy it.
Limited to 50 servings per day.
Guihua was busy making flower cakes and peach shortbread, Jinfu was minding the shop, and there were simply not enough people. The ice jelly was still on the menu, so Yanxia simply brought Xiaohe and Lamei over to help.
The already small backyard became even more crowded.
Yan Xia had a lot of money, and she planned to buy a new shop.
I looked around but didn't find anything suitable.
Either the location is too remote, or there is no backyard.
Or the house is too old.
The matter of buying the shop has to be put on hold for now.
"Hey, do you have any more 'Persimmons for Good Fortune'? I just bought a box this morning, and my family all said it was delicious. Give me five more boxes, I want to give them away as gifts."
"Sir, I'm sorry, but the 'Persimmon Blessing' product is limited. Each person can only buy two boxes per day."
Jin Fu remained calm, noting that since its launch yesterday, "Persimmons Bring Good Fortune" had become incredibly popular.
It can be said that supply cannot meet demand.
"Then I'll have another box. I'll come back to buy it tomorrow, but the queue is too long."
"I'm sorry, sir, we're sold out for today. You can come early tomorrow."
"Oh, alright, alright, tell Manager Yan to make more! This stuff is so delicious, why limit the quantity? Sigh—"
The portly old man was a little unhappy, but since he had been buying things from Yan's Pastry Shop for a long time, he couldn't show his displeasure to the worker. He flicked his sleeves and left.
When closing the shop at noon.
Jin Fu brought up this phenomenon.
"Mom, many people have been queuing all morning just to buy 'Persimmons for Good Fortune.' How about we increase the quantity? We already have so many persimmons piled up in the yard, isn't that enough?"
Jin Fu was a little curious, since persimmons don't last long even when they're fully ripe.
Why didn't Mother sell the persimmons before they rotted?
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