Guifangzhai, which had been bustling all day, was no longer as lively as it was during the day. A few waiters were inside, cleaning and tidying up.
In the pastry room, Zhang Fengzhi was kneading the dough skillfully.
The fragrance of mung bean paste, the sweetness of red bean paste, and the unique mellow flavor of jujube paste;
"Make way! The hot trough cake is coming!"
Huang Xiuying carried the freshly baked baking tray carefully through the narrow aisle and placed it on the front cabinet.
In the front hall, Xie Dazui was packing peach cakes with two young waiters.
"Pile eight in a pile. Wrap the yellow paper tightly and tie the hemp rope into a loop."
Xie Dazui's hands fluttered like butterflies through flowers, humming a self-composed song about packing: "Eight peach cakes lined up in a row, wrapped in yellow paper and fragrant~"
His swift movements made him look like a veteran who had been doing this for twenty years. Who would have thought that this "old master" had just touched wrapping paper for the first time two days ago?
She just shook her wrist, and the yellow paper unfolded with a "rustle", and eight peach cakes were neatly arranged into a flower.
The hemp rope danced on her fingertips. After twisting it three times and twice, it formed a beautiful Ruyi knot, and finally she snapped her fingers.
With this hand speed and this posture, he looks like an old hand who has been doing this for twenty years. Who would have thought that this "old master" just touched wrapping paper for the first time two days ago?
When there are many people, customers can just take away the items they want, which is very convenient.
In the pastry room, Li Guifang brushes the last side of each rolled ox horn with golden egg liquid, sprinkles white sesame seeds on it, and puts it directly into the preheated oven.
I went to the front hall, and the other people in the store had almost finished their work.
"Come over and take a break!"
Li Guifang clapped her hands and asked everyone to gather around the counter.
Like a magic trick, she pulled out a plate of leftover croissants and a large pot of jasmine tea from under the counter.
"We had a great fight today!" Li Guifang poured everyone a cup of tea. "Especially Dongdong. With his sweet talk, he persuaded Aunt Wang to buy three pounds of peach cakes and even made her adopt you as her godson!"
Dong Dongdong smiled sheepishly: "That's because our cakes are really good.
I'm not exaggerating, anyone who has tasted the mung bean cake will have to praise it as authentic.
"If you ask me, the most outrageous one is Granny Sun," Zhao Xiaomian interrupted. "She was the one who complained it was too expensive, but she was also the one who insisted on buying it. If she hadn't handed me the money, I wouldn't have believed she really wanted to buy it!"
Huang Xiuying broke open a croissant, and the layers of puff pastry fell out. "What do you think? Should we make more of this tomorrow?"
They're all sold out at 30 cents each, are we pricing it too low?
Li Guifang shook her head: "We're doing neighborhood business, and the key is long-term success."
She looked around, her eyes sweeping over everyone's face, "Everyone has worked hard today. Fengzhi's wrists are swollen from kneading the dough.
Xiuying ran back and forth no less than a hundred times, and she would replenish whatever was missing from the front counter and whatever was available in the bakery.
As he was speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Everyone turned around and saw Uncle Liu, a neighbor, clinging to the door, looking in eagerly: "Hey, are there any leftover tzao gao? My wife has been talking about it all day long."
Huang Xiuying smiled and stood up, quickly wrapped two pieces and handed them over: "Uncle Liu, please take them. Forget the money, let Auntie come and try our croissants tomorrow!"
After seeing Uncle Liu off, Li Guifang clapped her hands and said, "Okay, let's pack up and go home.
There's a big market tomorrow, so I have to come at 4 o'clock to knead some more dough."
She paused, then lowered her voice. "Oh, by the way, I was thinking, after I'm done with this, I'll give everyone some bonuses in the next few days!"
This sentence was like water dropped into a frying pan, immediately arousing cheers.
As the aroma wafted in, Li Guifang remembered that there were croissants baking in the oven!
Amidst laughter, everyone closed the small light bulb and locked the shop door.
Li Guifang, the store manager, took Zhang Fengzhi, who had been kneading dough all day, Huang Xiuying, who had been running errands all day, and Xie Dazui, who had been shouting all day, and the four of them rushed home in a hurry!
As soon as Li Guifang pushed open the gate, she was dazzled by the light coming from the house.
I saw the whole family, young and old, sitting together in the main room, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at me.
"Oh my god!" Li Guifang almost dropped the cloth bag in her hand. "It's the middle of the night, and you..."
"Mom, sit down!"
Li Mingyu rushed over, snatched the cloth bag, and dug his fingers into his pocket. "Mom, I heard that all the croissants are sold out today. Did you save some for me?"
Li Jianghai asked calmly, "Old lady, I heard that the bills collected today have filled up the drawer?"
Wu Xiaomei moved aside and asked, "Mom, did Dong Dongdong really find me a godparent?"
Before Li Guifang could even open her mouth, four-year-old Li Anyang came running over and hugged her thighs, "Grandma, Grandma! Did you bring me some bread?"
"Everyone, be quiet for a moment!" Li Guifang smiled and slapped away Li Anyang's hands, which were covered in sesame candy. She pulled out an oil-paper bag from her bosom and said, "Here, these croissants I've reserved for you. Half a piece for each of you..."
"Only half a piece?!" Li Mingyu rubbed his hands anxiously, "I skipped dinner today just to get this!"
Li Guifang pretended not to understand Li Mingyu's nonsense and said, "I have to get up early tomorrow, I want to go to bed first."
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