The sun was setting in the west, and the people at the door of the pastry shop were almost gone.
Cheng Qingwen finally got some free time and immediately sat down on the chair, shouting all the time: "No matter who comes today, I won't enter the kitchen."
From morning until now, no one has had time to eat, and now everyone is so hungry that their chests are pressed against their backs.
Cheng Hua'er and Aunt Liu brought out the noodles, and everyone rushed to welcome them.
Song Qiaoqiao held the bowl and took a bite eagerly.
She looked at the person sitting motionless on the chair, walked over and asked, "Go and eat quickly, why are you so dazed?"
Cheng Qingwen sat upright on the chair: "I'm wondering how much money we made today."
"After you finish eating, why don't you just let Lian Zhi do the math?" Cheng Hua'er placed the noodles in front of her and added an extra egg: "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold."
Cheng Qinghan nodded, sat up and started eating seriously.
"Madam boss, are there any more pastries?"
A woman's voice came from the door, Song Qiaoqiao turned around subconsciously, and almost jumped when she saw the person.
"First cousin!"
"Qiaoqiao, why are you here?"
When Cheng Qingwen heard this voice, she thought it sounded familiar, a bit like Zhao Di. When she turned around, it turned out to be her.
"Miss Cheng, you...you open this shop?"
"Yes, sit down quickly."
Cheng Qingwen looked her up and down. Although she was still wearing a cotton dress and her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, she looked a little fatter.
"Where are you and your sisters now?" Aunt Liu poured her a cup of tea and asked.
"We are now doing menial work in that embroidery shop. The lady boss is nice and provides food and accommodation. She also arranges for us to learn embroidery and gives us ten cents a month."
Song Zhaodi now speaks in a gentle tone and has more smiles on her face.
"Fortunately, you are not at home now. My second aunt may have acted like a monster some time ago and made the neighbors unable to sleep in the middle of the night." Song Qiaoqiao took her hand and said softly: "When we moved to the town,
The second aunt still wants Huanhan to give her twenty taels of silver."
"Didn't you give it to me?" Song Zhaodi asked subconsciously, looked at the person in front of her and shook her head, then continued: "It's fine if I didn't give it to you. If I did, I would have to come to you to ask for it. I am a mother-in-law.
A greedy snake swallows an elephant."
Cheng Qingwen smiled and did not continue the topic: "Why are you here today?"
"The proprietress in the embroidery building said that there is a newly opened pastry shop here, which is cheap and delicious, so she asked me to buy some. The embroidery ladies also liked it, so they let me bring it." Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "It's just right.
, Pandi and the others were also greedy, so I came. I didn’t expect that this shop is actually opened by you.”
"We've all sold out today. Whatever pastries you want, I'll make them fresh for you."
As soon as she said these words, Song Qiaoqiao looked at her in surprise, after all, she had just said those words not long ago.
"convenient?"
Cheng Qingwen ate the last two bites of noodles, put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "It's convenient, there is still some dough and ingredients left."
Song Zhaodi quickly announced the names of several pastries with a smile: "I need two portions of these."
"good."
Cheng Qingwan agreed and then walked to the kitchen.
Song Qiaoqiao quickly followed in and sat in front of the stove to light a fire.
"You really like Sister Zhaodi."
"Have it?"
"Yes, have you forgotten what you said before eating?"
Cheng Qinghan said while working: "If there is business coming to your door, why shouldn't I do it?"
"Come on, do you believe this?"
"I don't believe it." Cheng Qingwen rubbed his face and smiled: "The three sisters have had a hard life since childhood, and now they are living in an embroidery building. She bought the cakes back, isn't this just to build a good impression in front of the boss lady? Since we know each other.
We can help if we can, it’s not a big deal.”
Song Qiaoqiao looked at the person in front of her, rolled her eyes and said nothing.
Cheng Qingwen quickly made the pastry, and when he took it out, he also specifically explained the taste.
"Thank you, how much is it?" Song Zhaodi took it and asked with a smile.
"Did the embroiderers give you money?"
"Not yet. You should give it to me when you get back."
Cheng Qingwen took a look at the money calculated by Lian Zhi and said: "A pack of pastries is twelve taels of silver. Now it's half price for opening, so it's six taels of silver. There are a total of eighty-four taels here. You go back first and start with Xiu Niang.
Take the money in your hand and give it to me. Otherwise, you only have ten cents a month, and it's only been two months. How can you have so much money?"
Song Zhaodi hesitated for a moment and opened her mouth: "This, this is not good, okay?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. The curfew is coming soon. You should go back quickly." Cheng Qingwen yawned and was very sleepy: "We have to get up early tomorrow, and we are going to bed now."
"Okay, then I will send the money over tomorrow."
Cheng Qingwen nodded, sent the person out, and immediately closed the door.
She walked to the counter, and the whole family stared at Lian Zhi calculating the accounts without making a sound.
"We made four, two, three hundred and thirty cents of silver today. After deducting the ingredients we bought a few days ago, we still made one to two, five hundred cents."
When Cheng Hua'er heard this, he immediately laughed: "This is a good start!"
"Yes, our pastry shop will definitely get better and better." Aunt Liu smiled happily when she heard this.
Cheng Qingwen breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the chair: "It's good that you made a profit. Today's work is not in vain."
Lian Zhi was also very happy and said with a smile: "Yes, if the daily business is so good, then we will definitely be able to earn back the rent and furniture money soon."
Cheng Qingwen nodded, patted her shoulder, and yawned: "I believe it, but my sister has to get up early tomorrow. Now she is too sleepy to open her eyes. I have to go upstairs and go to bed first."
After saying that, with tears in her eyes, she walked upstairs in three steps, then fell on the bed and fell asleep.
The next day, before dawn, I got up and got ready.
As soon as Chenshi arrived and put away the pastries, Cheng Hua'er opened the door. After a while, several people walked in and stood in front of the counter without speaking.
"What do you want?"
As soon as Cheng Hua'er raised his head, his expression suddenly changed: "Hey, what kind of strong wind has brought you Song Da here, is the pavilion chief willing to let you out of prison?"
The person standing in front of her was none other than Song Da. Although she had lost a lot of weight, she could recognize this face even if it was burned to ashes.
"So it's you, you crazy woman. Why can't you live without me at home, and why are you working here while you're sick?"
Song Da looked around, looked at the pretty good store, and said mockingly.
Cheng Hua'er sneered: "How can I live a good life like you? You don't have to worry about food and clothing in prison."
"Ms. Cheng, you shrew. You blamed me for divorcing you, so you asked someone to put me in jail..."
When Cheng Hua'er heard this, she glanced at him lightly: "Are you going to buy the pastries or not? If not, don't occupy a seat here. People behind you will still want to buy them."