Another World’s Fruit Tycoon

　　 "What's the matter with you kid, let you buy a red date for so long?" Qi Yu's mother He Xiuzhen took the red date in his hand as soon as he came back.

　　 He Xiuzhen prepared the other materials early, and now everything is ready except for the red dates.

　　 "Your red dates are of good quality, how much did you buy?"

　　 "25 a catty." Qi Yu did not dare to tell her mother about her being cheated, so he lied about the price as 25 yuan a catty.

"If you ask you to buy something, it’s not good. Let’s make ordinary red dates for snacks. The cost of 25 yuan a catty won’t come back. Forget it, I’m holding a cell phone all day long. I’ll get angry when I see you. Staying behind." He Xiuzhen said angrily.

　　 Qi Yu only felt that he was innocent, and he lost 30 yuan after running errands, and was scolded for nothing.

　　 He Xiuzhen has been making pastries for many years, so all the processes are familiar. Soon the red dates that Qi Yu bought have been processed into brown sugar jujube cakes and put on the steamer.

　　 During the processing, He Xiuzhen discovered that the quality of the red dates is very good, with thick flesh and high sweetness.

"Such a good date is really a waste of dim sum." He Xiuzhen is still lamenting that the date is expensive. After all, a catty of dates costs ten yuan more. Their pastry shop is a small business originally, but fortunately his son I just bought two catties for an emergency, so I'd better go to replenish the goods by myself tonight.

　　 It's almost two o'clock. There are not many people on the market now, and the peak of buying vegetables in the afternoon will soon be ushered in.

　　 Qi Yu's shop is located in a food market. Although the location is not particularly good, with the strong flow of people in the food market, the business of their pastry shop is not bad.

　　 Under the strong fire power of the steamer, the pastries in the pot began to expand and become loose, and the aroma of the pastries slowly began to overflow.

　　He Xiuzhen, who is busy behind the pastry shop, sighed: "The dates are good but they are different. The taste seems to be stronger."

　　 He Xiuzhen, whose whole person was wrapped in the scent of pastries, did not know that the scent of her own pastries had spread outside the store.

　　 The first person who smelled the smell was the shop next door selling electric grilled chicken: "How come the steamed cakes next door are so fragrant today? Especially the red date flavor. Did they change the recipe?"

　　 But how can this pastry seller taste their own roast chicken? Every day his home appliance roast chicken is full of people when he arrives at the grocery shopping point, so the owner didn't take it seriously.

　　 Passers-by who came and went quickly also smelled the rich fragrance of dates.

　　 "The jujube scent in which store is so strong!"

　　 "Isn't this the taste of brown sugar jujube cake? It was still eaten during the Chinese New Year when I was a child. I haven't eaten it in many years."

　　 The white mist on the steamer was mixed with the sweetness of brown sugar and the fragrance of dates, which attracted the attention of passers-by, and soon the first business came.

　　 "Boss——Boss——" He Xiuzhen, who was busy in the back kitchen, heard the shout and hurried to the front.

"coming--"

　　 "Is the brown sugar jujube cake steamed in this pot? Two pieces for me?"

　　 "This brown sugar jujube cake has just been steamed in the pot for a while and it hasn't been good. I guess it will take about 10 minutes to wait. Would you like to try other pastries?"

　　 "It's going to be so long? Then I will come again after I have bought the vegetables." When someone heard that he had to wait so long, he decided to buy it when it came out.

　　 "Xiaoyu, come out and help me watch. If there is a business, remember to call me." Qi Yu, who was playing games in the corner, was pulled out again by his mother.

　　 He reluctantly said with his mobile phone: "Mom, you just call me by my name, Xiaoyu is really a mother."

　　 "I was thinking that I could cultivate you into a beautiful jade, but I didn't expect to grow a broken stone for so many years. I won't look at it at all. Someone called me!"

After 　　, several customers came to ask about the brown sugar jujube cakes one after another, but because they hadn’t come out of the pot, people who didn’t want to wait had to buy other pastries and try them.

　　 In this way, there are still a few customers who are willing to wait.

　　 "Our food market still hides such a pastry shop here. I have never noticed it after so many times." A few uncles and aunts who lined up chatted in idle time.

　　 "This shop has been open for a long time. I can smell the scent of pastries every time I row the electric grilled chicken next door, but I have never come here."

　　 "How long is this brown sugar jujube cake? I have been waiting for five minutes."

　　 Finally, in anticipation, He Xiuzhen took the newly baked brown sugar jujube cake from the steamer and brought it to the front. As the lid of the steamer was lifted, a more intense jujube fragrance than before was blown onto the customer's face with hazy steam.

　　 "This cake is really fragrant, just like the smell of the Chinese New Year party when we were young." The grandparents and aunts in line are all about the same age, smelling this smell can not help but recall the special era of childhood.

　　 "Right now, few people can make cakes like the ones they used to be when they were young. I hope the jujube cakes in this store will taste as they remember, boss, give me two jujube cakes."

　　 "I want two yuan too."

　　 Soon the people in the queue left with the hot jujube cakes. He Xiuzhen made two cages of jujube cakes, and one cage was removed at once.

　　 "Xiaoyu, please help me watch it. I will make a few drawers of brown sugar jujube cakes later. Your dad buys a flour and doesn't know where it is going. The old and the small one won't worry me!"

　　 "I see, mom, go ahead."

　　 Soon more brown sugar jujube cakes were put on the steamer, and the fragrance of red jujube was stronger than before, which naturally attracted more and more people.

　　 "Mom—when will the jujube cake in the new cage be ready—"

　　 "Come here!" He Xiuzhen came out from the back with the newly baked jujube cake. When she saw that the line at her door was already two or three meters long, when was her business so good?

　　 The mother and son check the cash together, and the team behind is obviously much faster. But even so, there are still not few people at the door, and there are more and more people, and soon they will line up at the door of the electric roast chicken next door.

　　 Seeing that the business of the pastry shop next door is getting better and better, my family has no business today. It must be that the taste of their home is too fragrant and can't go on like this.

　　 So the boss next door took out his secret weapon, an electric fan, and blew it to the electric oven, trying to spread the aroma of his own roast chicken.

When He Xiuzhen’s husband, Qi Guodong, came over, he saw a long line at his door. He thought it was the business of the electric roast chicken house next door, but he didn’t expect to find out how the end of the line was at his home. Your pastry shop?

　　 "Your uncle has finally returned. Hurry up and make five drawers of brown sugar jujube cake at the back." Before Qi Guodong had time to put down the flour, his wife sent him to the back kitchen to make cakes.

　　 The customer who had previously asked about brown sugar jujube cakes came out of the food market and saw a long queue like a dragon dance, and suddenly felt a little bit distressed. Why did he buy food for ten minutes, and the line is so long, why is it still in line?

　　 After hesitating for a few seconds, he decisively joined the line up. Many people explained that this cake is delicious.

　　 The owner of the electric roasted chicken looked at the team next door with his cheeks on his back, and suddenly cursed: "Fuck, I'm a roast chicken seller that is no better than someone selling cakes. It's really evil."