Several people were obviously surprised and laughed. Knowing that they had taken advantage, they quickly thanked Jiang Yan and praised her for her business skills.

A big man with a rough face picked up the bowl and asked: "Sister, what kind of tofu are you looking at? I've never seen it in green ladles."

"Yes, sister, are these also for sale?"

Jiang Yan placed them on the table for the five people, and each of them was given a simple wooden spoon.

"This is cold tofu, also called green tofu. It is also sold. There are two kinds, one is sugar water, which costs 3 cents a bowl, and the other is dipping sauce, which costs 2 cents a bowl. This tofu is also good.

Take it home and fry it, and if you just buy tofu, it costs 1 penny a piece."

The price of sugar has increased a lot. It is more expensive than the original person remembered. Jiang Yan had to increase the price. Even if ordinary people are reluctant to eat sweet food, they can still eat the dipping sauce flavor she made, which is also slightly sweet and tastes good.

Very fragrant.

Several grown men couldn't wait to stuff it into their mouths, and after taking the first bite, they couldn't help but squint their eyes because it was so delicious. This cold tofu was so delicious, smooth and tender, and it bounced around in the mouth and was slightly chewy.

The coolness and sweetness instantly soothed the spicy food, and they were so happy that they couldn't help but take a few bites.

"It's so delicious, sister. This bowl was given as a gift. Then give me another bowl of sugar water."

"I'll have one too!"

"Can't you take it back for cooking? Give me 2 cents."

Jiang Yan nodded hurriedly, the smile lingering on her face for a long time. This was a sales method. Although she gave away things for free, which made the customers feel that they were taking advantage, they could also make money from other places.

The five people, mother and son, have a clear division of labor. Because of this good start, guests will come one after another.

A serving of rice rolls would not make an adult man feel full after eating it. Jiang Yan was thinking about adding an extra steamed bun or steamed bun, which would at least satisfy the customer.

Lin Dong glanced nervously at his mother who was busy. He was not very good at using a steamer yet. His hands had already been burned with several big blisters, and his hands were so hot that he felt uncomfortable. He did not dare to tell his mother because he was afraid that she would say he was useless...

…

He carefully prepared another rice roll, and when he stuffed the bamboo drawer back in, the heat from below warmed his hands. His hands trembled, and he burned them again on the wooden frame, and his mouth was filled with unconsciousness.

A small gasping sound was made.

"What's wrong?" After collecting the money, Jiang Yan immediately noticed Lin Dong's voice.

She came over and grabbed Lin Dong's hands. Their big hands were red from the heat. Jiang Yan held his hands and looked at them carefully, and a few blisters appeared.

"Silly boy, it's my fault for neglecting you. This steamer is so hot, how could you keep making rice rolls here by yourself!" Jiang Yan said guiltily, looking at the broken blisters, she pulled

Lin Dong stood aside.

"Third brother, come here and make rice rolls first. Be careful not to burn your hands. Fourth brother, you can watch the fire. Second brother, you go cut the cold tofu."

After re-dividing the work, Jiang Yancai took Lin Dong's hand, washed him with cold water, and then bought a burn ointment in the mall. The small round wooden box was very inconspicuous.

Jiang Yan deliberately rubbed it in her arms for a while before taking it out, picked up a wooden stick on the ground, dug out the ointment, and carefully applied it to Lin Dong.

"Are you stupid? I won't be able to take care of you for a while when I'm busy. You won't tell me if you get burned? Look at what your hands are like. Don't touch the water for the next few days. You can help carry things later.

That’s fine.”

Jiang Yan gave him a headache as she spoke. Lin Dong squatted on the ground, feeling a little frustrated when he saw that there were still a few round blisters that were not broken.

I am really bad at it. I was not helpful on the first day of setting up the stall. My mother is so busy and she still has to take care of him...

Thinking of this, Lin Dong's eyes turned red unconsciously. The wound on his arm was cold after applying ointment, but his heart was warm, his nose was sore, and his eyes were astringent. His mother was so gentle just now.

Mom has never been so kind to him...

After feeling depressed for a while, the tingling sensation on his hand got better, and Lin Dong hurried back to help.

Jiang Yan also began to pay attention to the situation of several children, and asked them to change their jobs from time to time to ensure that all children could get a rest.

The purpose of opening a store to do business is to create excitement. Once there are many people, other customers will slowly be attracted.

A group of people gathered around the small stall. Most of them were buying cold tofu, which cost 1 penny a piece. Although a piece of cold tofu was not much, it was affordable. Many old women who bought food and cooked were willing to spend a penny to add one to their homes.

Fresh vegetables.

After working for a long time, the children have become familiar with it. Jiang Yan is responsible for settling accounts and collecting money, Lin Dong is responsible for cutting tofu, Lin Bei cleans the dishes, and Lin Nan and Nan Bei are responsible for rice rolls. The family operates the assembly line and cooperates tacitly.

"Hey! It's you, my little brother, and my little brother's mother!"

A little fat man squeezed out of the crowd. He was dressed in beautiful clothes that were incompatible with the surroundings. Although the child was already wearing plain colors and simple attire, the good fabrics he wore still made people's eyes shine.

"Young Master, we meet again, do you want something to eat?"

Jiang Yan kept a professional smile and continued in a calm voice: "We have rice rolls and cold tofu, which one do you want?"

Shangguan Zixuan waved his little hand, and his rosy little chubby face showed a big smile, "I'll do everything again. It was me who bumped into the little brother last time. Since neither the little brother nor his mother blamed me,

, just treat me as taking care of your business this time."

Jiang Yan looked at the little fat boy's little eyes that were slit when he smiled. He was really cute. She joked: "Are you rich?"

The little fat man was startled, his face changed again and again, and finally he looked at Jiang Yan in disbelief: "Little brother's mother, how do you know I am rich!"

"You didn't?"

"No, no! My father said that our family is very poor! We can't tell others that our family is rich!"

"..."

Jiang Yan wanted to help her. Who was the fool?

"Don't you want to order something to eat? You don't have money, so you want to eat the King's meal?"

When Lin Bei heard that the other party had no money, he stiffened his neck, shouted at the top of his lungs, and glared at Shangguan Zixuan angrily.

Shangguan Zixuan looked at his little brother who was almost the same as him, and said quickly: "No, no! I have money, I can eat, my father gave me food money!"

The little fat man hurriedly took out his money bag, which was filled with a bag of copper coins.

"Then...Okay, I'll serve it to you right now."

When Lin Bei saw this, he knew that he had wronged someone, so he went to serve rice rolls and cold tofu with a red face.

The little fat man looked at the little stall with a smile. He was covered in fat. He ate 4 rice rolls and two bowls of tofu. It was not enough. He had to pack three rice rolls and cold tofu to eat at home.

Jiang Yan had never thought about packing at all, so there were no bowls and chopsticks for him. The little fat man just bought two large bowls from the wonton stall and packed them up himself.

Jiang Yan was also lost in thought. She could wrap the tofu in larger leaves, but there was no way to eat it with soup.

However, the productivity of this era is limited. There are no disposable tableware at present. The only thing that can be used is a bamboo tube. However, this thing cannot be used to hold everything, and it is also very inconvenient. If the little fat man is not rich, I am afraid that she will lose it.
Chapter completed!