Doudou was very obedient and said hello in a sweet voice.
Lin Mai gave her a bath and took out the new clothes she and Fang Zhuoran bought for her.
Doudou happily clapped her little hands: "I have new clothes to wear!"
She looked at all the clothes and held on to the suit Fang Zhuoran bought for her: "Mom, I want to wear this suit, is it okay?"
"Of course!" Lin Mai put that outfit on her, and it turned out to be super cute.
Doudou stood in front of the wardrobe and admired herself for a long time, then put her hand into the big pocket on the front of her overalls.
She started playing tricks with Lin Mai: "Mom, it would be nice if I could put snacks in this big pocket."
Lin Mai scratched her little nose: "Look at you, you are so chubby and you still want to eat~"
Doudou smiled sheepishly.
Since being adopted by Lin Mai, he eats well, drinks well, and naturally grows well.
Doudou is now white and fat, like the little doll in the New Year paintings.
It was late at night, and Lin Mai was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
For a moment, she was thinking about the two clothes Fang Zhuoran gave her, and at the same time, she was thinking about what Zhou Caiyun and the aunts in Sanyang Village had said.
Should I... take the initiative and pursue Fang Zhuoran?
She really didn't expect that her heart was broken by Wu Xiaoyu in her previous life, and she would still yearn for love after her rebirth!
...but...Fang Zhuoran regards herself as a sister, so she pursues him rashly, but he doesn't agree. How embarrassing!
Forget it, it's better not to act rashly, lest you make it impossible to get off the stage.
With your own shop, you don't have to get up at three or four o'clock in the morning as before, and steam at least three hundred buns before six o'clock so that you can put them in wooden barrels and sell them along the street.
Now I just need to get up at five o'clock and steam the first batch of buns before half past six.
The next morning, Lin Mai got up as soon as he arrived at five o'clock, put on the new shirt and pants he bought yesterday, and immediately went to the black market to buy pork.
After coming back, Zhou Caiyun and Zhou Caiyun chopped the stuffing together, and she adjusted the stuffing.
Although Zhou Caiyun's cooking skills are not bad, there is still a gap compared with hers. The fillings she prepares are more delicious.
At half past six, the first batch of steamed buns and braised eggs were all freshly baked.
Doing business on this bustling street is different from the dock.
Because there are workers rushing to work on the other side of the dock, there is business at 6:30.
But office workers who don’t have to cross the river don’t have to go out to work so early, so the breakfast business at 6:30 on Jiefang Road is not good.
But Lin Mai is not in a hurry at all. When seven o'clock comes, business will be better.
Steam another batch of steamed buns while you are not busy so that the steamed buns will not be out of stock during the peak period.
Sure enough, as soon as seven o'clock arrived, there were more pedestrians on the road, and the cold street became noisy and lively.
As before, Zhou Caiyun is responsible for making and Lin Mai is responsible for selling.
Lin Mai moved the desk that was used as a cash register to the entrance of the store. There were cages of steaming steamed buns on the desk, and eggs were marinated on a coal stove next to the desk.
The aroma of braised eggs wafted far away, causing passers-by to look at Lin Mai's shop, swallow their saliva, and leave even if they didn't buy.
Those who wanted to buy came straight over and asked, "How do you sell your braised eggs?"
Lin Mai stretched out a finger: "A dime."
He lost no time in adding: "We also sell meat buns and pickled cabbage buns.
The meat buns are 15 cents each, and the sauerkraut buns are 10 cents each, both without food stamps. Do you want two?"
The buns sold at state-owned snack bars are also sold at the same price, but they require food stamps.
The customer asked hesitantly: "Aren't the buns particularly small?"
"See for yourself, it's not small at all."
As Lin Mai spoke, he took away the quilt covering the steamer to keep it warm, and then opened the steamer.
Inside the steaming steamer, the steamed buns exuding the aroma of wheat, meat and coriander are about the same size as those in state-owned restaurants.
The key is that they don't need food stamps, so if you think about it, it's actually a little cheaper than a state-run hotel.
Everyone saw that it was a good deal. You buy two meat buns, and I buy two sauerkraut buns, plus a braised egg. The business suddenly became booming.
There are eight tables in the store but no one is sitting on them.
The main thing is that once you buy the steamed buns and braised eggs, you can eat them on the go instead of sitting down.
Moreover, the people in Jiangcheng have skills that no one in the country has. Even if they are holding a bowl of noodle soup, they can eat it while walking, so it really doesn't matter whether the snack bar is big or whether there are seats.
Although there were no people sitting in the store, the entrance of the store was crowded with people buying breakfast and it was quite popular.
Aunt Hu came over from time to time to take a peek at Lin Mai's business. Seeing her family's prosperous life, her eyes were as red as rabbits with envy.
Fang Zhuoran is thinking about the business of Linmai snack bar.
Although he didn't have to go to work today, he came before half past seven.
Seeing the crowds at the door of the store, he smiled and greeted Lin Mai: "Business is good!"
But his eyes wandered over the new clothes she was wearing.
She didn't wear the new clothes she bought for him...
Lin Mai smiled and packed him three meat buns and two braised eggs in his special lunch box: "Why don't you take a little more rest?"
"I'm used to getting up early." Fang Zhuoran took the lunch box, looked up at the empty lintel of the shop, and asked, "Why don't you give your snack bar a name?"
Lin Mai was doing business quickly: "How about the professor help me think of one?"
Fang Zhuoran thought seriously for a while: "How can you call it a Bao Hao Chi snack shop? You sell steamed buns, and the name of the store is very vivid."
Lin Mai smiled and nodded: "He is a cultural person after all. The name he chose is so meaningful. I only thought of the tacky name 'Hao Zai Lai'."
"The name Haozailai is not cheesy, catchy, and easy to remember."
As soon as Fang Zhuoran peeled off a braised egg, Doudou took Ahuang and called him uncle and ran to him happily.
When Fang Zhuoran saw that she was wearing the new clothes he bought for her, a smile spread on his lips and asked, "Do you like the clothes that uncle bought you?"
Xiao Douding nodded fiercely: "I like it."
Fang Zhuoran broke off a piece of egg white and handed it to her to eat.
Doudou shook his head: "I don't like to eat protein, but my mother does, so my uncle feeds it to her."
Lin Mai's face suddenly turned red and he quickly declared: "Mom has already had breakfast and can't eat any more."
Fang Zhuoran smiled, put the piece of egg white into his mouth, and asked Lin Mai: "Have you found someone to apply for a business license for your snack bar?"
"No~"
Fang Zhuoran reminded: "You still need to apply for this business license. The current policy is unstable. If you don't apply for a business license, it will be a disaster if you are regarded as a speculator."
Having a business license is like having a talisman. Even if the authorities crack down on the self-employed, you are legal, but the authorities will only ban you and will not characterize you."
Lin Mai was born again, so how could he not know the importance of a business license: "It's not that I don't want to apply for one, it's that I can't find anyone to apply for one."
These days, it’s not easy to get a business license for self-employed people, you have to find connections.
She had only been in Jiangcheng for a few months, and she didn't know anyone who held real power. Where could she find someone to apply for a business license?
Fang Zhuoran took the initiative and said, "Leave this matter to me and I'll get it done for you within a week."
After breakfast, Fang Zhuoran helped Lin Mai do business.
When he stood calmly in front of the desk with the steamed buns, business would be even better.
Young girls passing by came over one after another, shyly bought a steamed bun and a braised egg, and reluctantly looked back at Fang Zhuoran when they left.