The real daughter sets up a stall live broadcast, and the wealthy line up to kneel

Chapter 2 Want a hand cake?

Bai Yu didn't get out of bed until ten o'clock the next day, and she also skipped breakfast, which was really good.

In the evening, you will continue to run the stall, and you need to grasp the dough and ferment it first.

Take out the dough and basin that you spent a lot of money to buy, and add two spoons of salt to the dry flour first, which can improve the gluten of the dough.

One catty of noodles and six liang of water, use chopsticks to stir into flour flocs, and finally add cooking oil and knead into a ball.

Unable to buy cake dough, Bai Yu made it herself, which cost less than one yuan per piece.

Thinking of the sound of collecting money, Bai Yu felt that her hands kneading the dough became more energetic. Why didn't she realize that selling hand cakes was so profitable when she was an office worker?

No wonder the proprietress smiles so happily every time I go to buy hand pancakes.

After the dough is smooth, spray a layer of oil on the surface, cover with plastic wrap and wait for it to rise.

Take a small bowl, put flour, a small amount of salt, five-spice powder, pour hot oil, and the most important pastry is ready.

While waiting for the dough to ferment, Bai Yu was going to go to the supermarket downstairs to see if there were any discounted fruits and vegetables.

As a result, as soon as he went downstairs, he saw a group of people discussing together.

They were all retired aunts and uncles. Bai Yu was not interested in their affairs. When she was about to go around, she was stopped.

"Hey, little girl, you moved here recently, right?"

A chubby aunt came over and asked.

Bai Yu nodded. This community was a classic old and run-down neighborhood. The original owner's balance was barely enough to pay one month's rent.

The aunt suddenly lowered her voice, "Then what time did you come back last night? Did you hear any strange sounds?"

All the people present looked over, this look made Bai Yu's heart shudder.

"No. I was very tired from work, so I fell asleep when I got home."

Hearing this, the aunt sighed, and the gossip in her eyes disappeared, "You young people, really, can't you pay attention at night? Let's go, let's go!"

Bai Yu didn't say anything and went out from the side door of the community.

She didn't take this matter to heart at first, but the mysterious attitude of several people still made her startled by the cat that suddenly rushed out of the grass.

Just move out when the rent is due.

After lunch, Bai Yu cut the green onions and coriander, fried the sausages, and took a nap until 05:30 before heading to the snack street.

She went out early today. When Bai Yu arrived, there were only a few stall owners making preparations. They all looked at her when they saw her coming.

Now Bai Yu is the most prosperous business in the night market. Others don't say it on the surface, but they hide countless evil things in their hearts.

The lady who sells hand-rolled noodles is named Li Fang. She walked up to her stall very familiarly and said with envy: "Hey, Xiaobai, you said that we both make pasta, why is your business so bad?" So much better than me?"

"You can't sell enough hand cakes every day, and I can't sell a few bowls of noodles in one night. What can you teach my god sister to do?"

Bai Yu was making cake dough at the moment, and looked up at her to make sure that the other party was asking for advice from the bottom of her heart, rather than the connotation of yin and yang, so she put down the things in her hand.

"Sister, your noodles are delicious, but it's too hot now, so I'm all sweaty and sticky after eating them."

The eldest sister slapped her thigh and said, "Yeah, why didn't I think of that? Xiaobai, what do you think I'd like to do with a few big fans?"

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For a moment, Bai Yu didn't know whether the other party was joking or if he really had this plan.

She asked tentatively: "Sister, what do you think of making cold noodles?"

"Cold noodles?" Li Fang was stunned for a moment, puzzled: "This noodles are eaten hot, how do you make cold noodles? Doesn't the cold one cause diarrhea?"

Bai Yu knew that the world was a food desert, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

Seeing Bai Yu's eyes, Li Fang knew that she had something to do, so she quickly asked, "Then tell me how to make cold noodles? You can teach me!"

It's so refreshing to eat a bowl of ice-crusted cold noodles in the hot summer. Bai Yu originally wanted to try making a few portions later, but an idea suddenly occurred to her as she looked at Li Fang in front of her.

"Sister Li, will you come to my house tomorrow and let's have a detailed chat?"

"Row!"

Li Fang knew that she was willing to help her, as long as her stall could be "resurrected", the Xiaobai boss would be her benefactor.

After everyone left, Bai Yu spread the pastry into the dough and rolled it into small round cakes for later use.

She was going to eat something to fill her stomach, but a group of people surrounded the stall as soon as she sat on the mat.

All of them are tall and big, as if they are here to find fault.

Bai Yu swallowed the apple in her mouth and looked at the people with vigilance, "What are you going to do?"

Looks calm, but actually the feet are ready to run away.

At this moment, a petite figure came in from behind the crowd, it was Wang Nannan from yesterday.

"Boss! It's me! I'm here to buy pancakes again!" Wang Nannan struggled to get out from behind them.

"You guys give way! I found this place, let me buy it first!"

Several boys reluctantly took a step back to make room for her.

Bai Yu reacted, "So these are all your classmates?"

Wang Nannan smiled and said, "Yes! Boss, your finger cakes are really delicious! After I went back and told them, everyone wanted to try it!"

Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief and thought to herself that they were not here to cause trouble, otherwise she wouldn't be able to escape.

She lifted off the plastic wrap, took out the dough, rolled it thinly, just as the oil in the pan was hot, fried the crust until golden, beat an egg, brushed with sauce, put in seasonings, and finally rolled it up.

"Isn't this just an ordinary cake? What's so delicious?" Suddenly a boy said.

Wang Nannan was unhappy, "What do you know? This is no ordinary cake!"

"What's different?" the boy said disdainfully.

The pie crust in Bai Yu's pot was fried until both sides were golden brown. She said, "Classmate, don't you want to know the difference between this and ordinary pie crust? Look,"

She picked up the cake and touched it with her hands. The crust was crispy and the crumbs fell off. She could imagine how delicious this cake was.

Pinch one end and tear it apart, the layers will be clearly visible.

"Is this thousand-layer skin? No wonder it's so delicious!" Wang Nannan said excitedly.

Bai Yu showed a satisfied smile, "My pancake crust is specially made. It is fried and crispy in layers. Then it is brushed with sauce and served with lettuce. It will not be greasy like other pancakes until the end."

It was not only the few students around who were surprised, but also the other stall owners who secretly paid attention to this side.

Millefeuille?
How troublesome it must be to make such a thin cake into a thousand-layer cake!
"It's really delicious. Can I lie to you? If you don't believe me, try it. If it doesn't taste good, I'll treat you!"

Wang Nannan devoured the hand cake, and several people watching couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Boss, give me one! Just have this one in your hand!" Someone started, and the remaining people reacted one after another.

"I want one too!"

"Give me one too!"

(End of this chapter)