The second day is a new year.
After the new year, Wang Qingjue came to the General's House more and more time, and almost stayed in the front yard every night.
Luo Jinjia was not so curious, and didn't ask anything about his coming to the mansion, but occasionally gave him and Chu Wei Leng some food in the middle of the night.
Wang Qingjue looked at the cakes in front of her, and while eating, she sighed again: "Brother Chu, I really envy you."
Since Chu Wei Leng knew Wang Qingjue's identity, he looked different from before, and he often said before that he should find a good wife.
At this moment, he said modestly: "There are so many royal chefs in the palace, and the food they make is probably a hundred times better than what my wife makes."
Wang Qingjue ate the cake in her mouth, shook her head, and said, "It's different, it's different, what my sister-in-law makes has a unique taste."
Chu Wei thought coldly, the food made by his wife is really delicious.
"Well, then you eat more, you won't be able to eat it later."
As soon as these words came out, Wang Qingjue felt heartbroken.
He really wanted to eat food made by Luo Jianjia every day, but he also knew that it was impossible.
For some people, the time of encounter is wrong, and naturally it is impossible for them to get the result they want.
Moreover, even at the right time, there may not be the right outcome.
After three or two mouthfuls of bean paste buns were eaten, Wang Qingjue said, "Why can't you eat it? Brother Chu can have someone send it to the capital."
Chu Wei glanced at Wang Qingjue coldly, and said seriously, "Okay."
The two talked for a while and didn't mention it again.
She and the Zhao family are busy opening a pastry shop.
Luo Jianjia knew that the Zhao family likes sweets, so she decided to let Zhao family do it.
When she was in Chujia Village before, she did a small business with the Zhao family and the eldest eldest Chu. She did it herself and lived a very satisfying life.
Now that I have come to the border, more and more shops have opened, but I am not as happy as before.
This is also the reason why Luo Jianjia wanted Zhao to do it himself.
Whether it is to earn or lose, treat it as a kind of pastime, lest there is nothing to do and life is boring.
Zhao Shi really did not disappoint Luo Jianjia, and was very interested in this shop.
Seeing that the Zhao family was as happy as before, Luo Jianjia patted her unmoving belly and breathed a sigh of relief.
Human energy is limited, and since you have invested energy in other things, you will naturally ignore other things.
The decoration style of the pastry shop is different from other places, it is much gentler and more lovely.
Luo Jianjia also drew some drawings and made some windows that could be opened.
Zhao looked at the renovated shop and was very happy.
This shop has been renovated years ago, and it will be ready soon after the new year.
Soon after the decoration, the pastry shop opened.
In the beginning, Luo Jianjia didn't prepare too many kinds of new cakes, many of them were from other shops, such as mung bean cake, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, bean paste cake and so on.
She thought, renew it little by little, see the effect, and sell it slowly.
These pastries are made by ordinary cooks.
Luo Jianjia specially invited two pastry chefs to do it.
Honey chicken cake is a must have.
This is convenient and easy to do. Zhao has done it many times, and he is very familiar with it.
In addition to that, they made jam bread.
On the opening day, the Zhao family was more nervous than ever.
Seeing that the opening time hadn't come yet, Mrs. Zhao asked, "Jianjia, do you think the cake I made won't sell?"
Luo Jianjia shook Zhao's hand and said, "Mother, no, don't worry, you can definitely sell it."
Although Luo Jianjia's tone was very positive, and Zhao's usually listened to her words, she was still a little hesitant at the moment, and asked: "Really? Can it really be sold?"
Luo Jianjia could understand Zhao's mood at the moment, patiently, and said with reason: "It can really be sold, you and Dad like this honey cake. Xianggong is a man who doesn't like sweets, and he also thinks It's delicious. Even the prince of the Houfu from the capital likes it. It can be seen that this thing is really delicious."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao's nervous mood eased a lot and said, "Yes, you are right, you should be able to sell it."
In order to make the Zhao family less nervous, Luo Jianjia suggested: "Yes, mother, why don't we cut some small cakes and put them at the door for people to taste. This will attract more people to the shop."
Upon hearing this, Zhao's eyes lit up and said, "This is a good idea!"
Next, Zhao's attention really shifted, and he started to put it on the cake, no longer talking about whether to sell it or not.
After Zhao cut it, Luo Jianjia put these small cakes on a plate.
After it opened, she asked the little servant to stand at the door and serve the guests who came and went.
In fact, this move is really redundant.
Because, the taste of honey cake is so fragrant that half the street can smell it.
"What does your family sell, why is it so delicious?" someone asked.
"Honey cake, would you like to try it?" The boy at the door forked a small piece of cake.
The man swallowed his saliva, stared straight at the small cake in front of him, and asked, "How much is this small piece of money?"
The boy smiled and said, "No money, free tasting."
"Really?"
"It's true! If you think it tastes good, buy some back, and if it doesn't taste good, don't buy it."
Upon hearing this, not only the people who asked the question, but also the people who stood by and watched the excitement came over, scrambling to taste the honey cake.
Zhao shi looked at the people around the door, and then at the guests who came in the shop, a thumping heart finally fell to the ground.
Luo Jianjia had already predicted that the honey cakes would sell well, so she prepared hundreds of them with Mrs. Zhao early in the morning.
Of course, not all the steps are completed by two people. There are many cooks in the shop, and the previous steps are done by running water.
But I didn't expect that the honey cakes were so well sold. It was only an hour before the prepared cakes were sold out.
Even if Luo Jianjia asked the back chef to keep doing it, he couldn't keep up.
Soon, queues began to form at the counter.
Of course, the small cakes are easy to make, and it doesn't take much time, so it doesn't take long to queue up, and the guests can get the small cakes they want to eat.
Luo Jianjia looked at the long queue and saw that Mr. Zhao was in a hurry, so he urged the back kitchen to make it quickly, and whispered to Mr. Zhao, "Mother, why don't we cut the jam bread and give it to the customers in the queue to taste."
Zhao Shi immediately denied it.
It's still winter, and there aren't that many fruits. Some jams are made from the fruits grown in their greenhouses, and the cost is extremely high.
Few of the guests who came today also bought it.
"The jam is so expensive. Wouldn't it be a loss for people to try it? Let's not."
Luo Jianjia said: "Mother, our jam bread is expensive, even if the guests want to buy it, they are afraid that it will not taste delicious and don't want to take the risk. Why don't we give them a taste, after they taste it, maybe they want to I'm going to buy it."
Zhao's heart was a little shaken.
"Think about the honey cake just now. As long as it's delicious, even if the price is high, someone will be tempted." Luo Jianjia said.
Zhao Shi had already listened to Luo Jianjia's words, and with these few words she said, she agreed.
The people in the queue came to buy the honey cake after they had tasted it. They had also seen other items in the shop and knew that the jam bread was very expensive.
After tasting it, I was very pleasantly surprised: "What is this thing called, why is it so delicious, sweet and sour."
Zhao Shi explained with a smile: "This is jam bread."
"jam?"
"Yes, the sauce made from our own strawberries."
When they heard that it was made of strawberries, everyone was even more surprised: "Strawberries? Where do you get strawberries in such a cold day?"
Zhao said, "It was grown in the greenhouse."
"Wow, no wonder this bread is so expensive, it's made from strawberries."
"No wonder it's so delicious."
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As Luo Jianjia had expected, two or three of the dozen or so people in the line went to the jam and bread shop.
As soon as these people bought it, they calculated the bread for the guests to taste, and the cost came back.
After listening to his daughter-in-law, Zhao's heart blossomed, and it was not so difficult to accept the matter of tasting bread for the guests.
The dessert shop like pastry is different from the spicy skewer shop.
Because of the opening today, Luo Jianjia and the Zhao family stayed in the shop for a whole day.
After the whole day, I didn't feel very tired.
After going back, counting the money made in the new shop, Zhao was not only not tired, but also very happy.
After talking for a while, Luo Jianjia went back to his yard.
After Chu Weileng returned from the military camp, he went to the front yard with Wang Qingjue, but did not come back for dinner.
When it was almost time for Hai, Chu Weilen finally came back from the front yard.
As soon as he entered the door, he asked about the shop: "Is the new shop going well?"
In an ordinary family, opening a shop is a big deal, and the male master of the family must be involved.
The Chu family is different.
From the first day of the Chu family's business to the present, Chu Weilen has been the least important person in the family, and he rarely intervenes.
It's not that he doesn't care, it's because, without his intervention, he knows that his wife will be able to handle everything.
Luo Jianjia was used to relying on himself, and never thought of asking him to help the town.
Boss Chu and Mrs Zhao were used to obeying their daughter-in-law from Chujia Village, and naturally they didn't think about their son.
In this way, the family business seemed to isolate Chu Weilen from the outside world.
Of course, Chu Weilen didn't think there was anything inappropriate about this.
"It went well. On the first day of today's opening, I made five taels of silver." Luo Jianjia told Chu Weilen about the general situation.
"There are so many." Even though their family opened so many shops, Chu Weilen was still a little surprised.
After all, there is nothing good in doing business that only makes money without losing money.
But this kind of good thing happened to them.
So far, their family's business has only made money but not lost it.
Luo Jianjia put down the book in her hand and said with a smile, "Yeah, my mother was so happy that she talked for a long time during dinner."
Chu Wei sat on the edge of the kang, looked down at the tender hand on the quilt embroidered with plum blossoms, stretched out his hand to hold it, and said, "Miss, it's hard for you."
Luo Jinjia looked at the tiredness between Chu Wei's cold brows, she raised her other hand and gently stroked his forehead.
"You've been working hard recently."
Chu Weilen has been really busy recently, going to the military camp during the day and discussing some important matters with Wang Qingjue at night.
Although Luo Jianjia didn't find out what they were discussing, she also heard a few words sporadically, which she could probably guess.
What they say does matter.
Chu Wei Leng's meat that he just raised during the New Year feels a little less now.
Not only did Luo Jianjia feel that Chu Weilen was working too hard, but Chu Weilen also felt tired.
It's just that he has just lived a happy life recently, like opening the door to a new world. As soon as he returns to the house, he is exhausted and swept away, and his mind is only filled with that.
Even though he was really tired at the moment, his body's reaction was faster than his brain's. His hand immediately grabbed Luo Jianjia's hand, brought the little hand to his mouth, kissed it, and said pitifully, "That lady is now Do you feel pain for your husband tonight?"
He knew that his wife was the most hard-hearted and soft-hearted.
He can't be hard, he can only be soft to make her feel sorry for him.
Hearing this, Luo Jianjia felt a tingle in her heart, and immediately pulled her hand back.
How could Chu Wei Leng let her go so easily, grabbing her hand and kissing her.
Luo Jianjia didn't have to pull her hand back, but she gave up when she didn't pull it back a few times.
Although he gave up in action, he didn't forget to say: "How old are you, and you still say such things, I'm tired and I'm going to bed."
After all, I wanted to pull my hand back.
Chu Wei sneered, then lowered his head and kissed Luo Jianjia's hand, approached her face, and said in a low voice, "Since the lady is tired, it's okay to take good care of the lady for my husband."
Originally, Luo Jinjia felt that her face had been thickened by Chu Wei Leng's exercise during this period, but this sentence still broke her defense, and her face suddenly flushed.
"You... aren't you tired? Rest well tonight."
Under the faint oil lamp, a halo appeared on Luo Jinjia's face. Although Chu Wei Leng didn't drink alcohol, he felt that he was a little drunk.
"I used to feel tired, but after seeing the lady, I'm not tired anymore."
Seeing the obsession in Chu Wei's cold eyes, Luo Jianjia knew what he wanted to do, and quickly pulled his hand back, pushed him, and said, "Go take a shower first."
Hearing these acquiesced words, Chu Wei's cold eyes suddenly flashed light, and his body immediately became energetic.
He put down Luo Jianjia's hand, went down to the kang swiftly, and said, "Okay, lady, don't sleep, wait for your husband."
After all, I hurried to the cubicle to take a shower.
Luo Jianjia looked at his disappearing figure, and her face turned a little red again.