"Let's try it first and see how it tastes."
Zhao Fangchu didn't need Yang Donghu's reminder. When he heard that this flower-like thing could be eaten, he immediately picked it up and took a small bite.
The moment you put it in your mouth, the pink crust on the outside falls down like peach petals. When you bite deeper, the sweet taste of peach blossom honey gradually emerges, leaving your mouth full of the sweet fragrance of honey.
Zhao Fangchu finished the peach blossom pastry in just two bites. Before he even swallowed, he couldn't wait to praise it: "It's delicious, what is this, Brother Dong?"
After Zhu Cuilan finished tasting and nodded repeatedly, Yang Donghu slowly spoke: "It would be a shame to throw away the peach blossoms that fell a couple of days ago, but we happened to have some honey left at home, so I thought we might as well pickle some with the honey for a fresh treat. We've eaten a lot of cakes in town, but we've never made our own. Anyway, I had nothing to do at home, so I tried it with some honey. I didn't expect it to turn out so creative."
"It's delicious, even better than the cakes at Fuxianglou. It's sweet but not greasy. This is the first time I've seen cakes like this. They're both delicious and beautiful."
Zhao Fangchu couldn't say that he had eaten all of the dim sum at Fuxianglou, but he had tasted most of them. The red date paste cake and the bright yellow mung bean cake were already considered brightly colored, but none of them could compare to the plate of dim sum in front of him.
"Well, what do you think, if I make these and sell them, will it work?"
Zhu Cuilan rinsed her mouth with tea and said, "This is different from candied hawthorns. Candied hawthorns are sold as a novelty. Sugar and hawthorns are cheap, so the price is not high. Villagers can buy them if they are willing. But the price of honey alone is not cheap. The crust outside does not taste like whole grain flour to me, but like fine white flour. Putting these two things together, we can't sell them cheaply, not counting the labor. Otherwise, not only will we not make any money, but it will also be time-consuming and labor-intensive, which is not worth it."
"I understand your concerns, Aunt. I don't plan to sell it in the village. It's not filling and it's expensive, so there won't be many people willing to buy it. I've already thought about it. There are many wealthy people in town, so it will definitely be easier to sell than in the village."
The villagers don't have so many romantic thoughts, they just care about filling their stomachs. They would not buy such expensive snacks unless it is a festival.
"There are more people buying in town, but," Zhu Cuilan paused, then continued, "Fuxianglou in town has been an old shop for many years, and its customer base is very stable. If we rush into town like this, I wonder if we can get a share of Fuxianglou's business."
Yang Donghu had also thought about the concerns that Zhu Cuilan mentioned. After all, Fuxianglou was a rented shop and its storefront sign was well-known.
The money they have now is not enough to rent a shop in the town. It is possible to set up a stall somewhere randomly, but it will take some time for people to know about it, which is a waste of time.
Yang Donghu pursed his lips and smiled. "Auntie, you've thought of everything. Selling on the street like this won't work. Let's try another method. The restaurants in town often have gatherings of young men and women. At the very least, there are elegant scholars who host banquets. These tea fruits are indispensable for them."
"Brother Chuan often delivers wild game to the restaurant, and he's half-acquainted with the shopkeeper. We discussed with him to put the peach blossom cakes in his shop first. It will definitely be easier for the shopkeeper to sell them to regular customers than for us. We don't expect to make a lot of money right away when we start selling things. We just sell what we can. Later, at most, we can give a share to the shopkeeper. If it doesn't sell well, it's fine. We can just give it away for free to the restaurant. After all, the shopkeeper won't lose out. I'm sure he'll be happy to help."
In the past, Zhu Cuilan only knew that Yang Donghu was thoughtful and thoughtful, but she never thought that he thought so long-term. Most people would not think so thoroughly. The more she listened, the more her admiration for Yang Donghu became.
Wang Dujuan did all sorts of evil things, but the only thing she did right was to forcibly use Yang Donghu to exchange for Yang Chunxue, allowing her family to pick up a treasure for nothing. It turned out that children who grew up with Old Lady Yang were smart.
"Your plan is very thorough. Even if it doesn't sell well, we won't lose much. But if it does, we'll make a lot of money."
The prices of cakes in the town ranged from a dozen to a hundred wen. Yang Donghu, the newcomer, did not intend to sell them too expensively, so he chose a compromise price of sixty wen. This price was considered medium for cakes, and since it was the first time people had seen such cakes, it was inevitable that some people would think they had gotten a bargain.
The honey was brought down from the mountain by Zhao Luochuan, and it was free of charge. The lard was also refined from wild boars. Except for the fact that the Zhao family had no land and could not grow crops, and they had to spend money to buy white flour, the rest was all profit.
Yang Donghu seemed to see silver falling from the sky and landing in his arms. When his pastries could attract repeat customers, he and Zhao Luochuan would be able to earn money at home and never be separated again.
While talking, Zhao Fangchu finished another piece of peach blossom cake. This time he remembered and ate it slowly, taking small bites so that the taste could linger longer.
He always whets people's appetites when eating. Yang Donghu loves to feed Zhao Fangchu. Seeing him eat happily makes him feel relieved. He brings him a glass of water to rinse his mouth and says with a smile, "If it really sells, I'll ask Fangchu to help me. I'll make a few different cakes and Fangchu will let me taste them. How about that? If I'm too busy, Fangchu can still help me out and I'll pay you monthly wages."
This sounds much more interesting than just sitting around at home. Zhao Fangchu looked at Yang Donghu with sparkling eyes, full of admiration: "Really? Then can I eat lots of snacks?"
"Of course."
Zhu Cuilan wanted to laugh when she saw Zhao Fangchu's greedy look. She poked his forehead with her finger and said, "Giving him food is already touching his heart. Why should I pay him? He's idle at home anyway. Let him learn more from you. It will save me a lot of worry in the future."
"Mom, it hurts, please be gentler, are you my real mother?" Zhao Fangchu gasped and rubbed his forehead which was hurt by the poke.
Yang Donghu was amused by him: "That's different. Fang Chu is good at talking and can give me a lot of advice. Besides, his help to me saves me from having to find someone else in the future. I still have to pay him wages, so that Fang Chu can save more money. If she gets married one day, she won't have to rely on others for everything."
Yang Donghu's words and actions always touched Zhu Cuilan's heart. Knowing that he always cared about her family was heartwarming. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "That's great. Although I'm old, my hands and feet are still nimble. If you need anything, just ask me. I treat you like my own child. It's natural for a mother to help her children. Let's not talk nonsense."
"Okay."
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