Chapter 74 074 Fresh Meat Pie [Third Update]
When Wen's mother arrived at the shop in the morning, she was surprised to see that there was a lot of filling on the stall at the entrance and asked Yao Qingqin about it.
"Sold that many?"
Yao Qingqin chuckled and said, "It's alright."
Wen's mother couldn't help but ask her, "Are you tired?"
Yao Qingqin waved her hands repeatedly: "Not tired!"
Honestly, selling sesame seed cakes is much easier than selling fried or braised foods. With such a big electric griddle, you just need to wrap the sesame seed cakes, put them in, and cook them for seven or eight minutes on each side, and you can have a whole batch.
This commercial electric griddle can make twenty or thirty flatbreads at a time.
In one morning, Yao Qingqin made seven or eight batches and sold them for more than a thousand yuan.
Seeing her like this, Wen's mother shook her head: "You're working too hard."
Yesterday, Wen Fan said he needed to find someone else to make breakfast, and Yao Qingqin immediately said she could do it herself.
Wen's mother hesitated: "They have to open the door at six in the morning."
Students arrive at school after 7 a.m., and even the fillings and dough are prepared a day in advance. It takes some time to heat up the pan when the school opens in the morning and prepare the dough.
But Yao Qingqin was determined to give it a try.
She put it nicely: "I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, you can find someone else."
She has moved out of her husband's house and is living with her parents. The biggest advantage is that Yao Qingqin doesn't have to worry about anything anymore.
My parents are retired. My father gets up early in the morning to go out for his morning exercise. When he comes back, he makes breakfast for the family. My mother combs my daughter's hair, feeds her, and then takes her to kindergarten. The child eats lunch at kindergarten. In the afternoon, the two of them pick her up together, cook some more food, and have lunch. By the time Yao Qingqin gets home, her daughter has already taken a bath, snuggles with her for a while, and then goes to sleep.
As for Yao Qingqin herself, she works in the morning, and can go back to sleep for a while after lunch in the afternoon. She is busy until about 9:30 pm and can go home at night.
Yao Qingqin did the math and realized she could come in the morning too.
When I went home and told my parents, they both supported me.
"Your dad and I have nothing to do, so we don't need you to worry about anything. There will be many expenses for the child in the future, so you can focus on your own things."
Yao Qingqin made up her mind to get a divorce. She thought that it wasn't right for her to keep living at her parents' house with her daughter. Although her brother and sister-in-law both worked in other cities, they would always come back for the Chinese New Year. The house only had two bedrooms, and she was afraid that there wouldn't be enough room for both of them.
Yao Qingqin thought to herself that she should try her best to at least buy a small house.
After thinking about it, Wen's parents decided it was a good idea. Yao Qingqin had clearly been in a good mood these past few days, and her parents had relieved her of her worries. Sometimes she wouldn't even go home to rest in the afternoon; she would just stay in the shop and film videos.
After taking the photos, I posted them online and updated the current photos and featured dishes on various platforms.
Wen's mother was very satisfied with Yao Qingqin. Finding another person would not be as good as the current relationship.
So he let Yao Qingqin do it.
Of course, Wen's mother didn't treat her badly. As long as Yao Qingqin could take over this task, she would give Yao Qingqin a raise.
Yao Qingqin was full of energy. She arrived at the shop early in the morning, took out the filling and dough that she had prepared yesterday, wrapped a handful of filling in a ball of dough, gently pressed it into the electric griddle, and soon the fragrant sesame seed cakes were ready.
Today was the first day of school for senior high school students, and those sesame seed cakes were quickly sold out.
As Yao Qingqin listened to the students praising the food, she felt proud as well.
She only did short-term business in the morning, from seven to eight o'clock. After an hour, Yao Qingqin packed up. She put the unused fillings and dough in the refrigerator, and the stall outside was completely tidied up.
Yao Qingqin thought to herself, this is not bad, now the small stall outside is her business.
They sell sesame seed cakes in the morning, sesame seed cakes with vegetables at noon, and fried snacks in the evening.
With three meals a day, life feels promising.
When Wen's mother arrived, she hadn't had breakfast yet, so she made two fresh meat sesame cakes for herself and her husband.
She had already tried the persimmon cakes last night, and to be fair, they were indeed delicious, sweet and fragrant. However, eating too many persimmons is hard to digest, so she hesitated before reaching for the persimmon cakes and ultimately opted for the fresh meat ones instead.
The minced meat was prepared by Wen Fanpan last night. This time, she learned her lesson and placed a food scale next to it.
Place the same materials on a scale and have Mr. Wen take notes.
"You also need to remember the steps clearly, especially the minced meat. Be careful with the amount of water when adding it."
"For the persimmon cake filling, you need to remember the exact ratio of brown sugar to white sugar."
"Don't knead the dough, just flip it up like this."
After Wen Fan finished making it, he didn't expect his father to learn it in one day. Instead, he put the finished dough and filling directly into the refrigerator and announced that he would teach him again the next day.
She's used to it.
Wen's father's most prominent characteristic is that he learns everything relatively slowly, but once he learns it, he retains it quite well.
Wen Fan estimated that preparing the ingredients for this sesame seed cake would take about a week.
Mr. Wen took meticulous notes; not only did he take notes, he also kept track of the quantity of various materials in the shop.
Wen's mother handed him the fresh meat sesame cakes she had made. Wen Fan hadn't added anything to the meat filling; he had even soaked the scallions and ginger in water and then gradually added the water.
The meat juices were piping hot, the flatbread crust was soft and fluffy, and the meat filling inside was firmly packed together. The fragrant and savory flatbread was not greasy at all, and you would want to eat another one after eating one.
Wen's father finished a large sesame seed cake in a few bites, but still felt he hadn't had enough, so he went to knead dough himself.
"At this rate this morning, the persimmons will be used up in another two or three days."
Wen's mother became anxious: "Two or three days? That's too long."
The persimmons Wen Fan brought back were all fully ripe; they could be kept for at most one more day!
Father Wen: "Why are you in such a hurry? There's still another way."
"What method?"
Father Wen: "We'll sell them both at noon and in the evening today."
Today is the last day of the holiday, and many college students will still come to visit.
Mr. Wen simply couldn't believe that anyone wouldn't want to take some of these novel persimmon cakes back to school.
Sure enough, around mid-morning, students came to eat, and Wen's mother promptly recommended the store's new dishes.
"Persimmon and osmanthus cakes, you can just heat them up and eat them when you get home."
"Vacuum sealing is fine, or you can leave it on for a day if you don't want to vacuum seal it."
Many students don't need their mother to say much; they just take a bite and want to buy it.
Other items in the shop are always more expensive, but the sesame seed cakes are different. Wenmu gave me a discount, only five yuan.
Everyone is buying them in quantities of ten or eight.
Of course, Wen's mother also gave a good reminder: "You can't eat too many persimmon cakes, and you must be careful not to eat them with seafood, milk, or radishes."
The college students laughed and said, "It's okay, Auntie, we'll take it back and share it. One person can't eat that much."
In just one day, the persimmons in the store were almost used up. When Wen's mother saw that the persimmons were almost gone, she discussed with Wen's father about buying some more the next afternoon.
"It would be best to tell someone that you should deliver the goods every few days on a regular basis."
Wen's mother found the people she had added the night before on her phone and sent a message to Lou Da.
Hello, would it be convenient for you to deliver 150 jin (75 kg) of persimmons tomorrow?
If you calculate it, one delivery can last for three days.
Soon, the reply came back: "No problem!"
Wen's mother discussed the price with the other party. It would cost one yuan per jin to pick it up from the mountains, but if Lou Da delivered it to the store, it would cost at least two yuan and fifty cents per jin.
Wen's mother found the price acceptable and asked the other party to deliver it.
If we have anything else, we can send it along with it.
Yesterday, Wen's mother overheard Wen Fan walking behind her in slippers, talking, and she already knew something about Lou Da's family.
Wen's mother's sympathy was genuine.
Looking back a few months ago, my family was also in a state of chaos.
Who could have imagined such a good life?
Since the Lou family lived in the mountains, Wen's mother thought that if the other party had any trendy fruits and vegetables, she would also buy them, since the shop consumed a lot of them and they would eventually be used up.
Lou Da then sent a voice message that lasted more than ten seconds. It seemed that typing could not express his excitement, and he said thank you several times into the phone.
"Do you need any yams over there? We grow some on the mountain."
The couple hadn't been living off their savings in recent years. They'd tried farming and selling many different things. Since there was plenty of space on the mountain, besides yams, they'd also grown cherries. Unfortunately, the cherries didn't survive, but they did harvest some yams. However, when they got to the market, no one wanted them because they didn't look good.
"These are all good yams; we eat them ourselves regularly."
Wen's mother sent a "good" message and then told her daughter that some yams would arrive at the store tomorrow.
Wen Fan: "Yam? Great, we can use it to make soup!"
Yam and meatball soup, with a few jujubes added, is very nourishing.
"Mom, I want to wear that yellow windbreaker tomorrow!"
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