Reborn 1980 counterattack queen

Chapter 22 Xue Mei Niang and Mille-feuille Cake
After taking a shower, the cool evening breeze in September greets you, as if the whole world has become clear and refreshing.

There are many people on the street, old men and women sitting on the side of the road, chatting with each other while shaking cattail fans.

From time to time, someone passed by with a trumpet, announcing that the stage set up in the old ashram will sing continuously for five days starting tomorrow.

But Sun Bailu knew that she only sang for three days this time because a typhoon was coming.

Before returning to Du's house, Sun Bailu took Lin Haitang to the old ashram to choose a spot. It's still very casual to set up a stall at the moment, and whoever arrives first will get the spot.

Sun Bailu took a fancy to a place that was inconspicuous and not too far away. There should not be many people vying for this position at first.After making sure, they went back to wash their clothes first, and then went to bed.

The next day I got up very early and started to work, kneading flour, rolling noodles, proofing, boiling water, chopping meat fillings, making fish balls, knocking dough cakes, mixing syrup...

There was a constant scent wafting from the backyard, and many people came to look around, and Lao Du was also "sent" by the neighbors to ask questions about what they were doing.

Sun Bailu asked Lin Haitang to introduce it, thinking it was exercise.

Lin Haitang couldn't raise her voice, and stammered one by one.

Old Du knew things like candied haws, stone lotus tofu, grass paste, etc., and he was so curious about those desserts.

Lin Haitang couldn't remember the name, so she looked at Sun Bailu.

Sun Bailu said: "Zhong Kui's mother's name is..."

Lin Haitang slapped her forehead: "Oh! It's called Xue Mei Niang! But we haven't finished it yet, we have to wait for the insulation foam box and ice cubes to arrive."

In addition to Xue Mei Niang, there is also a mille-feuille cake on the side, no oven is needed, the mille-feuille can be fried in a pan, the cream is whipped, spread layer by layer, and then cut the fruit.

There is also a simpler mousse cake, which only needs gelatine sheets and whipped cream, but it needs to be refrigerated to solidify. Lao Du's house does not have a refrigerator yet, so he still has to buy ice cubes.

Seeing that Sun Bailu was very busy, Lao Du didn't want to bother him too much, so he told Sun Bailu to rest and tell him what he needed, so he hurried away.

The stage of the old ashram started to be set up at noon, and the prop boxes of the Yue Opera Troupe were brought in by trucks. The children gathered around the stage and jumped up and down, playing all kinds of games.

Around 02:30, Sun Bailu and Lin Haitang passed by.

Many fruit-cutting stalls have already been set up, occupying the best location. The place Sun Bailu liked was temporarily empty, so she and Lin Haitang set up a big umbrella to block the sun. Except for the long-lasting food such as vegetable paste, she will not display other things for the time being.

As they came over, many eyes also moved over.

People from nearby stalls frequently looked at Sun Bailu's face, waiting for her to set things up, only to see her take out a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

After grinding the ink, Sun Bailu spread out the crescent-colored stencil paper with patterns, and picked up the pen to write.

Curious children gathered around, as did many adults.

Sun Bailu knew calligraphy a long time ago, because writing couplets can make money. Compared with origami and weaving fishing nets, writing and writing can make money easily. Of course, she must master it.

Later, writing and writing became a hobby.

After becoming the director of the factory, she loved to practice calligraphy during the free time during the fishing ban, and she even copied the handwriting of many famous masters.

Now the pen is in ink, walking on the paper, not only writing, but also drawing a few stick figures on the side.

Watermelon, pineapple, or a small cup filled with grass paste, simple strokes, vivid images.

The children gathered more and more, as did the adults, and everyone was full of praise.

When people from a distance saw the crowd around here, they all came here out of curiosity.

Some thirsty children wanted to buy watermelon, Lin Haitang hurried to cut it.

After Sun Bailu hung up the wax paper, he also came to cut the melons.

She sold thousands of catties of pineapples and watermelons in her previous life, but now she cuts them with a knife again, and she is still very agile.

People gathered around almost completely surrounded the small stall, whether it was Sun Bailu's face, the calligraphy and paintings she hung, or her sharp knife skills in cutting things, they were all eye-catching.

The vendors around them also stared at them with fire in their eyes.

Although singing has not started yet, and the business is not yet at its peak, but this appearance, when the time comes, will it be worth it, and will it let other people live?

Time passed by, and suddenly, Lin Haitang picked up a pen and went to the hanging stencil paper, and drew a line on the watermelon.

"It's gone!" Lin Haitang shouted, "Our watermelon is gone, you can buy it nearby!"

The nearby vendors heard the sound and looked again.

Lin Haitang yelled at the nearest aunt who sold chopped fruit: "Auntie, there is someone here who wants to buy watermelon, hurry up and cut a piece!"

The aunt was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Okay!"

Not long after, the pineapple and agar paste were also sold out, and Lin Haitang continued to push them to the surrounding vendors.

There were more people around than Sun Bailu expected, so she simply took out the desserts such as Xue Mei Niang and Mille-feuille Cake from the foam box, and wrote on a new piece of paper.

Several flavors of Xue Mei Niang are also written, and finally wrote a line, while stocks last.

Regardless of its name or appearance, this unprecedented dessert has aroused great interest. The quantity of each flavor is limited, and all of a sudden, people are rushing to buy it.

Not long after, the words on the wax paper hanging outside were crossed out one by one, leaving only a few bunches of candied haws on Sun Bailu's stall.

When the candied haws were also sold out, she and Lin Haitang started closing the stall.

It took less than two hours from the time they came to set up the stall to closing the stall, and the number of people in the theater just started to increase.

A young girl who was about the same age as them was greedy for Xue Mei Niang, who was being held by others, and came to ask if she would come to set up a stall later.

Lin Haitang replied: "No! We will come back tomorrow. If everyone is thirsty, there are fruit stalls around, go and buy from other villagers! Those fruits are fresh!"

The vendors selling fruits and drinks around them have long been displeased with them from the beginning, but now they are very pleasing to the eye.

They came early just to grab a seat. They didn't plan to make a few deals, but they were brought by these two little girls. Before the show started, they had already made a fortune.

But now, the two little girls have to leave early and say they won't come back today.Once the main show started, it was the hottest time to make money, but they couldn't tell.

Seeing that they really left without looking back after packing up their things, the nearby vendors couldn't help but also started to praise them.

Lin Haitang has never been so happy and confident as she is now. The fiery business surrounded by everyone made her speak louder and her eyes brightened.

She looked up at the still white sky, looked at Sun Bailu, and said with some regret: "Lulu, are we really not going back to sell things today?"

Sun Bailu nodded, "Yes."

"But it's easy to make money! Look, we're actually sold out!"

After saying this, Lin Haitang stuck out her tongue: "It doesn't seem to be the case. You have never sold out before, but this time it is so fast."

Sun Bailu smiled: "Because we don't call it selling, it's called marketing."

(End of this chapter)