Chapter 148 There is something wrong with the pastry
Just when he was at a loss, an elderly voice sounded. An old man was seen pushing a cart on the street and shouting, "Buy cakes, fresh cakes."
There was a little girl following beside her, her face was rosy and she looked very cute.
"Old man, I would like some cakes."
"Okay, how much do you want?" The old man put down the shoulder pole, and as soon as he opened it, a burst of fragrance wafted towards him.
Xu Miaomiao paid the money, picked up a piece and tasted it. It was sweet and delicious, with plenty of fillings.
Seeing the old man about to leave, Xu Miaomiao quickly stopped him and said, "Old man, did you make all these cakes yourself?"
The old man has curved eyebrows and looks very kind.
The little girl at the side spoke first: "My mother made it, pretty sister, isn't it delicious?"
"I see."
Xu Miaomiao nodded, and a thought suddenly came to her mind.
After the discussion, Xu Miaomiao was already sitting in the old man's home.
The furnishings in the house were very simple, and the stove for making pastries was very clean. The woman had her hair tied up, looking very capable.
"Who are you?" The woman asked the sudden guest who came into her home.
Xu Miaomiao explained the purpose of this trip clearly, and thought she would need to explain more, but the woman nodded immediately.
"My husband passed away early. Besides me, there are two sisters who make cakes with me. However, we are both women and it is not easy for us to do it, so we can only let our elderly father do it. I have heard of Madam Xu's shop. It would be my honor to cooperate with you."
Seeing that she was so straightforward, Xu Miaomiao signed the contract immediately.
She had thought too complicated before, insisting on finding a pastry shop with a store. The best flavors are often right next to you.
After leaving some important recipes such as the Awakening Lion Pastry, Xu Miaomiao left.
When we arrived at the store, it was already getting dark and Song Weiwei was about to close the shop.
"Why did you come back so late?" Gu Yuanniang said as she checked the account book at the front desk: "Have you solved the problem of the pastries?"
"Of course." Xu Miaomiao responded.
Everyone packed up their things and left.
Day after day, as the sun rises and sets, they are busy in the shop.
Song Weiwei occasionally quarreled with Yu Jinhuai, and Gu Yuanniang taught Ling'er how to talk and play. This happy scene was common.
It would be nice if Song Wushao was here too, Xu Miaomiao thought secretly in the carriage.
"We're here, Miaomiao, why don't you get off the car?" Gu Yuanniang said while holding Ling'er and looking at the dazed Xu Miaomiao.
Xu Miaomiao reacted and helped herself down from the carriage.
After inviting two young men to help look after the store, Xu Miaomiao and the others felt relatively relaxed.
Song Weiwei was checking the accounts, a little confused: "The profit was five cents the day before yesterday, but only four cents yesterday? It's almost noon today and the store hasn't opened yet. What's going on?"
"Boss, there's a store nearby called Wanbaozhai. They have everything and it's even cheaper. People are flocking to their store. Who would come to our store?" Xiao Si responded.
Xu Miaomiao didn't have much opinion on this, but Song Weiwei was very angry when she heard this. She said that they insisted on learning from us and even wanted to go and argue with people with sticks. Fortunately, Xu Miaomiao stopped her in time.
"This is how it is to run a store. Why get angry? Just do your best." Xu Miaomiao tried to persuade her. These were the experiences she gained from the restaurant she opened before. If it were in the past, she would probably not be much different from Song Weiwei.
Compared to Song Weiwei, Gu Yuanniang was much calmer, and her ideas coincided with Xu Miaomiao's.
"It's your store, right?"
The woman pushed the door open forcefully and walked in angrily, holding some oil paper in one hand and holding a little boy on the other side. She nodded with a pale face.
"Madam, what's wrong?" Xu Miaomiao asked.
The woman threw the oil paper in her hand to Xu Miaomiao and said angrily: "It was your cakes that made my son sick. He had diarrhea last night and all day. What do you think we should do?"
Xu Miaomiao picked up the oil paper on the ground and examined it, then said, "Madam, if you really ate something bad in a restaurant outside, I would naturally be responsible, but this oil paper is not from my store."
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is exactly the same as what you have at home."
The woman paused when she saw the shelf nearby, because the styles of these pastries were indeed somewhat different: "Is this the store?"
The woman impatiently tugged at the boy's hand.
The boy said with a choked voice: "Anyway, there is everything in it. I, I forgot."
"Isn't this just everything?" The woman continued unhappily.
Song Weiwei, who was standing by, pointed at the shop next to her and said, "Are you mistaken? Wanbaozhai also has everything."
Hearing this, the woman dragged the boy away and walked into the other door of Wanbaozhai.
Hearing the clanging sounds coming from Wanbaozhai, Song Weiwei couldn't help but laugh secretly while hiding aside.
Xu Miaomiao stared at the oil paper and pondered for a while.
Because of the woman's trouble, Wanbaozhai's business is not very good today.
Just when the door was about to close, Xu Miaomiao arrived first.
The two families were close to each other, so Xu Miaomiao had naturally seen the shopkeeper next door, a man whose name seemed to be Wang Qi.
"What are you doing here?"
The man sat in the ruins and said to Xu Miaomiao.
Xu Miaomiao squatted down, put the oil paper in front of her and said, "Mr. Wang, there is nothing wrong with making money, but you have to use the right method."
"Humph." Wang Qi snorted coldly, turned his head away, and faced Xu Miaomiao: "Are you here to laugh at me?"
Xu Miaomiao shook her head: "Failure is common, but using this kind of paper will harm people's gastrointestinal health. It's not surprising that this method has such a result."
Xu Miaomiao stood up and said, "I'm not here to laugh at you. I'm just trying to persuade you. You must do business with a clear conscience and do it uprightly. Only in this way can you succeed."
Wang Qi looked up and saw that the woman's back seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light. "I underestimated Madam Xu. I thought that a woman like you could do any business. Now it seems that I was the narrow-minded person. I copied your store, and you were not angry?"
"What's there to be angry about?" Xu Miaomiao said slowly, "As long as you do your best, why bother about others?"
After saying that, he turned and left.
"Why are you going to his place?" Song Weiwei, who was waiting in front of the carriage, looked at Xu Miaomiao and said.
Xu Miaomiao shook her head slightly: "Nothing, let's go home quickly."
The carriage slowly drove out of sight, and Xu Miaomiao's words echoed repeatedly in Wang Qi's mind.
(End of this chapter)
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