Xiao Feng's life is very regular.
She gets up at 3:30 in the morning every day, wraps all the buns at 5:30, steams them at 6 o'clock, sorts the buns into categories and puts them into an insulated basket wrapped in a quilt before 6:30, and then takes her son downstairs.
There was a simple pedal tricycle downstairs. Each type of bun with a different filling was placed in a separate basket on the back of the tricycle. Together with Xuanxuan, it slowly drove towards the school...
There is a small hospital opposite the school, and people who go to the hospital are Xiao Feng’s target customers.
But today is slightly different.
As soon as she went downstairs, she saw the old lady on the first floor looking into her basket curiously, and then asked hesitantly: "Xiao Feng, I keep smelling the smell of green onions. Are you making pork and green onion buns?"
Xiao Feng was stunned.
She had never been able to make this filling right, and the response was mediocre, so it hadn’t sold for a long time. At this moment, she couldn’t help but panic:
"I'm sorry, Grandma Li. I just steamed some flower rolls. Is the smell too strong and disturbing to everyone?"
As a tenant, you always have to be extra careful in this regard, and the people in the community were quite nice to her.
Like Grandma Li on the first floor, sometimes when she is not back, she will invite Xuanxuan to come in and play.
This is also the reason why Xiao Feng attaches great importance to everyone's opinions.
However, Grandma Li waved her hand:
"Whose cooking doesn't smell good? Just don't eat that stinky snail rice noodle every day. Last year, the girl upstairs ate that every night. Oh, I'm old, why can't I get used to that stinky smell?"
She walked over slowly and said, "Give me two of your steamed buns. The onion aroma is so fragrant that I couldn't resist eating them in the middle of the night."
Okay, there’s business coming in before we even leave the yard, and Xiao Feng doesn’t mind wasting a little while.
At this moment, he numbly lifted the thermal blanket, then put on gloves and grabbed out two soft, hot and steamed buns.
The flower rolls were not big, about the size of a girl's fist. The soft dough, which had a slightly yellowish color due to the melting of scallion oil and chopped scallions, was dotted with a little thirteen-spice powder and chopped scallions that had a slightly dark green color due to the high temperature.
As soon as she lifted the thermal quilt, Grandma Li was so attracted by the fragrant smell that her saliva began to flow.
She quickly changed her words:
"Give me four—no, give me eight!"
Xiao Feng was surprised.
But she didn't say much, just asked again:
"Grandma Li, have Uncle Cao's family upstairs woken up yet? These green onions were sent by Uncle Cao yesterday. I wanted to send some steamed buns and steamed rolls over, but it's too early in the morning and I'm afraid it will disturb their sleep."
"Oh, this little Cao!"
Grandma Li was not satisfied: "This onion smells so good, it must be a genuine farm dish. Where did a grown man like him buy it? I have to ask him carefully."
As he was talking, the window upstairs suddenly opened. Uncle Caoyu's wife was seen sticking her head out of the living room window:
"Xiao Feng! Why did the onion smell so good last night? It turns out you made flower rolls today. Give me eight."
Having said that, he hurried downstairs.
"Oh, this is the taste. I've been thinking about it all night. I can't help drooling in my dreams."
Xiao Feng quickly took eight steamed buns and turned around to pack some more buns.
"Aunt, this is the food Uncle Cao gave me yesterday. How can I ask you to pay for it? Take it and eat it."
Mrs. Cao was about to say something, but her stomach started to growl impatiently. Her face turned red, and she opened her mouth and took a bite of the steamed bun.
Only after swallowing this big mouthful of money did she put away her hand that was about to take out the money with a complicated expression, and then she sincerely suggested: "Xiao Feng, then I will accept it shamelessly."
If I had known that the onion was so fragrant, I would not have given it to you so easily. However, I gave it to you anyway—
"Listen to my auntie, don't sell these buns anymore, sell these steamed buns from now on."
"That's right!" Grandma Li originally planned to take the steamed buns home, but when she saw Lao Cao's wife start eating them on the spot, she couldn't help herself.
In just two or three bites, the fist-sized steamed bun was already in her stomach. Xiao Feng was still worried that she would choke, but the old lady also suggested sincerely: "You can sell it at the gate of the community. Your buns are not as good as the one at the bridge head, but I have never tasted such delicious steamed buns in my life. You will definitely make money."
Their loud voices echoed in the yard, and soon people who were going to work or shopping in the vegetable market came over one after another.
Xiao Feng was busy and sweating in the community until Xuanxuan looked at him aggrievedly: "Mom, we are going to be late."
Only then did she react, and then she hurriedly got on her tricycle and rushed out of the community.
Needless to say, it was late to set up the stall.
Fortunately, the hospital’s meals are available morning and evening, so a little late won’t have much of an impact. On the contrary, steamed buns and steamed rolls are almost the same size as they used to be in the community.
She sent Xuanxuan to the school gate, and then grabbed three steamed buns for him:
"Be good, it's not time for class yet, so eat here and go to school after you finish eating."
The school has strict rules and doesn't allow children to eat anything outside. She looked around and went to the side to buy a cup of soy milk.
This is freshly brewed soy milk, 2.5 yuan per cup. Xiao Feng felt a little sad when he bought it.
But thinking about Hanajuan, who had received so many positive reviews this morning, her heart couldn't help but start pounding again.
If I use such good onions to make steamed buns in the future, can I make more money
After all, the amount of chopped green onions on the steamed buns is limited, so no matter how expensive it is, the cost can’t be that high, right
While thinking, she opened the basket of steamed buns again. The fragrance of green onions slowly diffused in the air, and passers-by on the road couldn't help but stop to smell it.
At 7:50, Xuanxuan entered the school.
At 8:30, all of Xiao Feng's steamed buns and steamed rolls were sold out.
She packed up the basket, rode her tricycle and hurried back. She happened to run into Lao Cao who was about to go out to catch some crucian carp with his fishing friends, so she quickly asked:
"Uncle! Uncle Cao! Where did you buy those onions?"
Lao Cao was stunned: "It's a remote village, and the people there grow it on their own land."
Then he remembered something: "Oh, by the way, I heard they are going to sell vegetables at the riverside market this morning, it seems to be around nine o'clock."
"The boss is a young girl."
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.
But Xiao Feng's eyes lit up. He packed his things, hurried downstairs, and rushed into the bus.
I’ve decided, I’ll only make flower rolls starting tomorrow!
After taking two buses, Xiao Feng finally managed to get to the riverside market at 9:30. He was a little anxious, not knowing whether the vegetable vendors had closed their stalls at this time.
However, as soon as I entered the vegetable market, I saw an old pickup truck following behind me, parked steadily in the corner.
An exceptionally pretty young girl got off the truck, opened the truck bed with familiarity, and took out a basket of particularly familiar red-headed shallots.
Then, a large group of aunts suddenly rushed over from all directions.
The clear voice of the young girl inside still echoes in my ears—
"Twenty dollars for three taels! Don't make a mistake!"
Xiao Feng's eyes went dark.