The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Several people got together to discuss it, and finally Mo Wu made the decision to set up a stall in Nanshi.

After deciding on the specific location, Mo Yan drove a carriage and took Mo Wu to the Yamen at the end of the day. After paying the tax and management fee of three taels of silver, he successfully got the small wooden sign.

Touching the small wooden sign that was only half the size of a palm, Mo Wu thought that she had not earned even a penny, but three taels of silver were just gone. She felt extremely painful for a moment. When she thought about it again, Mo Yan gave her the money, and she felt even more sad. He felt uneasy: "I spent so much money all at once. If the business doesn't go well, won't this money be thrown into the water?"

"No, the cakes made by my cousin are already very delicious. Don't worry, the business won't be bad!" Mo Yan comforted her in a relaxed tone, never thinking that the business would be bad.

"That's good, that's good." Perhaps he was infected by her self-confidence, or maybe he knew that worrying was useless. Mo Wu's face looked better and he simply stopped thinking about the problem.

Under the guidance of the officer, the two went to Nanshi to check out the stall. They were very satisfied when they saw that the location was not too out of the way and spacious enough.

Seeing that it was already at this point in the afternoon, the nearby stalls selling steamed buns and chaos were still there, and people would come up to buy them from time to time. Mo Wu was very excited and urged Mo Yan to go back, thinking that she would start setting up stalls tomorrow. .

Seeing her in a hurry, as if the money would fly away after one day of opening, Mo Yan was a little bit dumbfounded, but he finally obeyed her wishes, bought all the oil, salt and sauce to be used, and drove the carriage back.

Mo Wu was anxious to make money and planned to open her business the next day. After returning to Mo's house, she packed up all the ingredients and utensils. Before dawn the next day, I took Mo Da Nier and knocked on the door of Mo's house.

Mo Yan originally didn't plan to get involved in the stall's business, but she had to go and see what was going on on the first day of business.

Dahongzao's footsteps were very fast, and he arrived at the place in less than half an hour after trotting. It was almost dawn, and there were only a few people setting up stalls on the whole street. By the time Mo Yan and the others had loaded the things into the car and put them away, the charcoal fire under the iron pot was getting hotter, the sun had already revealed its entire face, and more and more people were walking on the street.

Seeing that there were already customers at other stalls, Mo Yan added ingredients to the spicy soup on the stove and said to Mo Wu: "Auntie, please start cooking too, otherwise we won't be able to do it if we don't move." You know what you do!"

Mo Wu was a little nervous. After listening to Mo Yan's words, she quickly brushed a layer of oil on the pot, took a spoonful of mung bean batter from the basin and poured it into the pot. She quickly picked up the iron piece and poured it into the pot. Spread the mung bean noodles thinly and evenly. After the batter is almost solidified, immediately beat an egg on top and brush it evenly with an iron plate.

The golden egg liquid is mixed with the light green dough, which looks gorgeous and beautiful. The faint fragrance spreads faintly in the nose, which is particularly appetizing.

Seeing that the egg liquid had also solidified, Mo Wu turned the dough over and was about to apply sweet noodle sauce and hot sauce when a rough voice suddenly rang out: "What is this? It looks like a soft pancake."

Mo Wu was startled, and when she looked up, she saw a tall, middle-aged man standing in front of the stall, holding a little boy of five or six years old in his hand, with four eyes, one big and one small, staring closely at him. Look at the dough in the pot.

Knowing that this was most likely the first guest, Mo Wu suppressed her nervousness and introduced enthusiastically: "This is a dish passed down from my family's ancestors, called 'Pancake Fruit'. Do you want to add more to it later?" It has less ingredients, but it’s much more delicious than dry, soft pancakes.”

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes lit up. Seeing that there were indeed a lot of ingredients on the side, he said loudly: "Give me one first. If it tastes good, I will take a few more with me."

When Mo Wu heard this, she was very happy and said quickly: "Please wait for a while, this will be ready soon."

The middle-aged man nodded, holding the child and standing aside to watch. Seeing Mo Wu trying to sprinkle chopped green onions on top, he said, "No more chopped green onions. Just put more chili sauce."

Mo Wu loosened her grip on the green onions and put a small spoonful of hot sauce on the dough.

At this time, Mo Yan also came over, looked at the middle-aged man and asked: "Do you eat vegetables? There are also bacon, braised pork, sausages, chicken, etc. It's up to you to choose what to put. But The items on display are different, and the prices are also different.”

When the middle-aged man heard this, a look of surprise flashed across his face. Before he could speak, the child he was holding rushed to answer: "I want braised pork, I want braised pork. Daddy likes to eat braised pork."

The middle-aged man laughed happily, picked up the child and said, "Just listen to my son and put more slices of braised pork."

After hearing this, Mrs. Mo Wu put two slices of half-cooked green vegetables on the dough, added half a fried dough stick, and then placed three pieces of thin, palm-sized braised pork, and finally cut the dough into pieces. Roll it up, cut it in half, wrap it in oil paper and hand it to the middle-aged man.

The pancakes and fruit that had just come out of the pan were still very hot. Smelling the enticing aroma, the middle-aged man couldn't help but take a few big breaths and felt that it was no longer so hot, so he couldn't wait to bite into it.

As soon as Bu came out, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up. Not to mention the thinness of the pancake, the fragrant aroma of mung beans mixed with the aroma of eggs was delicious. Then his mouth was filled with the rich aroma of sauce and delicious braised pork. It was better than any pancake he had ever tasted before. He couldn't help but take another big bite. He only felt that the more he ate, the more delicious it became, and the more he ate, the more he wanted to eat.

Seeing that the food his father ate was so sweet, the child in his arms was also greedy. He went over and took a bite, and screamed at the spicy food. However, the food he ate was so delicious that he couldn't bear to spit it out, and ended up suffering. The little face ate it, which made the middle-aged man laugh again.

The middle-aged man was very satisfied with the pancake fruit. After eating, he ordered six different fillings in one go. He planned to eat one more for himself, give one to his son, and take the remaining four back to his wife, children, and children at home to try them out.

After receiving the forty coins handed over by the middle-aged man, Mo Yan and the other three were very excited, especially the Mo Wu family. They wanted to touch the forty coins one by one. This was what they earned from starting a business. Here’s the first piece of money!