There is no need to exaggerate, as long as the situation is told truthfully, people who understand it will not be willing to go.

It is actually normal nowadays to imitate and steal skills.

But Lin Yan was too young, only thirteen. Shen Jingan was seriously ill and in debt, and the fact that Shen Laosi went hunting in the mountains in the dark and fell to death in order to pay off the debt was not a secret around here. The whole family relied on Lin Yan, a ten-year-old The three-year-old girl was holding on, but within two days, the craft was stolen from the person across the street. Even if she just stole it, she opened a shop across the street to compete with this orphan and widowed mother. Is she still a human being?

Shen Laosi has been running a shop here for more than ten years and knows a lot of people. If nothing else, just looking at Shen Laosi's kindness, no one wants to buy pancakes across the street anymore.

Therefore, until Lin Yan's noodles were ready, Uncle Wang's pancake stall could not sell a few pancakes.

Seeing Lin Yan take out the dough from the basin, place it openly on the chopping board, and then start stuffing and rolling out pancakes, Uncle Wang and Mr. Zheng finally became anxious.

Mrs. Zheng started pushing Uncle Wang again: "Didn't you hear what she said? Today we are selling sourdough cakes! Go and see what exactly sourdough cakes are!"

Uncle Wang was not happy anymore, he put his hands behind his hands and hummed: "If you don't go, fry your pancakes quickly. Fry the pancakes until they are charred and crispy. I don't believe there will be no business!"

Mrs. Zheng then went back to put the cold cake back into the wok to heat it up.

The hotter it is, the more congested the heart will be.

She felt that this Lin Yan was here to defeat her!

Otherwise, why did she just learn how to make pancakes, and then Lin Yan made another dough pancake?

She must have done it on purpose!

Seeing that more than half of the minced meat was left, Madam Zheng felt extremely unwilling and grabbed Madam Wu: "You're so stupid, why don't you go and see what's going on on the other side now!"

Seeing that Lin Yan's business was as prosperous as yesterday, Wu was happy, but she couldn't sell her meat, so she couldn't be happier.

But she didn't want to see it.

So embarrassing.

She just buried her head in wiping the chopping board and said nothing.

Mrs. Zheng was already in a bad mood. She looked at Uncle Wang and then at Mrs. Wu. She saw that she couldn't move to call out either of them, and she exploded.

Uncle Wang's family was in a state of chaos, but Lin Yan still didn't know.

The method of making dough pancakes is basically the same as that of pancakes, except that more old dough is added when kneading the dough, and the dough needs to rise much longer.

Huang's stuffing and rolling noodles are still the same, and Lin Yan's fried noodles are the same.

The onlookers just watched helplessly as a thin piece of dough was put into an oiled wok, slowly expanded and fattened, and then fried until the outer skin was crispy. When pressed, it became soft and soft again, which was novel. Extremely.

The first person to get the dough cake was happily about to put it in the basket, and when he went home to taste it with his mother-in-law and children, the people watching on the side, who had never thought of it, started to say:

"Have a try, what does it taste like? Why does it swell up and get bigger?"

"Yes, open it and see what it looks like inside. Why does it get bigger?"

The man was so provoked that by some strange coincidence, he actually took out one and broke it open.

The inside of the skin is just like cotton, fluffy and soft.

Taking another bite, it was really soft and delicious, with a burnt aroma on the outside and a bit of wheaty sweetness when chewed on the inside.

In front of everyone, the man's eyes lit up, and he started to eat big mouthfuls. After he finished, he added a few more to Lin Yan: "It's so delicious, and it's the same pancake, but this one is more filling than pancakes! "

After a while, only half of the two kilograms of noodles were left. Lin Yan also taught Huang the task of making pancakes. He went inside again, kneaded two kilograms, put them in a basin and covered them with a wooden lid. When he was full, Place it next to the stove to keep warm.

Because the pancakes are leavened, with the same pound of flour, the amount of leavened pancakes produced will be a few more than the pancakes.

Lin Yan did not reduce the amount of meat, so each of Huang's pancakes was still a small spoonful of meat.

When there were only three small spoonfuls of meat filling left, she no longer sold meat filling pancakes, and instead sold white flour pancakes without fillings: "The pancakes without fillings cost three pennies for two, and you can just eat the soup."

, you can also cut it in half and eat it with meat or vegetables, both are very delicious."

Those who couldn't buy meat cakes and bean cakes didn't mind it and asked for white flour cakes one after another: "This is a strange way to eat them."

But there were not many white flour cakes, and there were still many people who couldn't buy them, and they all asked: "Mrs. Lin, please save it for us tomorrow!"

After all, these cakes look so big and thick. You can buy two of them for three cents, which is really cheap!

Lin Yan, who doesn't plan to sell steamed buns tomorrow, wants to sell steamed buns: "..."

Lin Yan closed the door, wrapped the remaining meat fillings, and fried three thick and large dough pancakes, one for each person, for lunch.

After working hard for several mornings, Huang felt her legs and feet were sore.

Their business was so good that they basically had no rest since the shop opened, and they were constantly stuffing, rolling out dough, and making pancakes.

She didn't feel anything bad for the first two days, but after working hard on the third day, Huang felt pain in her calves and arms.

When she heard that Lin Yan said that she would start selling steamed buns tomorrow, the steamed buns would be sold in steamer after steamer, and she would no longer have to work so hard on the spot. She was a little happy.

But when she ate the sourdough cakes, Huang's idea suddenly changed: "Mother Yan, are they really not going to sell sourdough cakes tomorrow? I think the sourdough cakes are quite good!"

Lin Yan watched silently as Huang continued to press his calf as he spoke, and couldn't help but rub the fingers of his right hand.

There is no wok here, not even a shovel. Lin Yan always uses chopsticks to make pancakes these days. After a few days, his fingers are sore.

However, since Mr. Huang has taken the initiative to continue selling steamed rice cakes, it is not impossible to take care of both.

Are you doing business? Whether it’s steamed buns or pancakes, it’s breakfast. If you sell them together, customers can have multiple choices, right?

However, she thought Huang would not be able to persist, but she did not expect that she would still be willing to continue selling pancakes.

You know, the Huang family in my memory was not so hard-working.

Mr. Huang, who could not stand hard work, limped back to his room after lunch.

Just as she sat down on the chair, Shen Jingan brought a basin in, placed it at her feet, and squatted down.

Mrs. Huang was shocked when she saw Shen Jingan holding her feet, removing her shoes and socks, pressing her feet and placing them in the water.

The warm water immediately flowed from the soles of my feet straight into my heart, and my whole heart felt warm.

Shen Jingan helped her rub the soles of her feet, then pressed her calves, raised her head and asked her with a smile: "Mom, are you feeling comfortable?"

Huang felt extremely comfortable being pressed. After being surprised, she nodded and closed her eyes to enjoy it.

Shen Jingan has seen Huang's efforts in the past two days.

It is impossible to say that I am not distressed.
Chapter completed!