When the brother and sister returned home, Yu Guiwan and Aunt Lan had to worry about the shop.

After Lin Yuan briefly introduced the situation, Yu Guiwan went to the kitchen to arrange meals.

"My sister has figured out what snacks to make?" After dinner, Yu Guiwan asked worriedly, "Mom Ping, Luoxia and the others know how to make a snack, I'm afraid I can't support the shop."

"Don't do those." Lin Qingqian shook his head.

A few days ago, she had already instructed An Zheng that Chang Bai and others built two old-fashioned ovens with blue bricks in a wing room.

She had already made plans for what to cook. The dim sum made by Ping Ma and the others can only be considered traditional dim sum, and it is nothing more than soft dim sum made by steaming. To be precise, it is actually just that there are more eggs or sugar in the rice noodles, plus some pickled dried fruits.

Generally speaking, dim sum in the traditional sense can be made by the chef of a wealthy family. Even some wealthy families with rich families will specialize in making dim sum cooks.

Therefore, if you want to expand your dim sum business, you must create different features.

Lin Qingqian loves Chinese food, but as a modern person and a wealthy three generations who have mines at home, she is no stranger to Western pastries.

However, when making Western pastries, the first thing to prepare is complicated is that many ingredients need to be done by themselves to make enough food and clothing.

If you don’t have butter, you have to make it yourself, and you also have to prepare molds and egg beaters used in the kitchen.

Fortunately, there are many people at home, so Lin Qingqian used a stroke to draw some kitchen utensils and molds, and asked Changwen to arrange for someone to find a blacksmith to make them. There are also some molds that the family can make directly.

After all arrangements were stopped, all the women in the family went to the kitchen to help and began to refine butter. The man was busy buying ingredients and making a move.

"Since there are blacksmiths in the village, I'll go over and see it myself." Lin Qingqian stretched. By the way, he also had to cooperate with the carpenter and the stonemason to make some things.

"Take good care of the lady." When Ping's mother heard the voice, she quickly asked the busy Wenxin to follow her.

Although it was in the village, Ping's mother was still worried.

This is the first time Lin Qingqian and Wenxin are walking in Eagle-zui Village at will. In the past, she has always traveled by car.

Yingzui Village is at the foot of the mountain, and not far behind are the rolling mountains.

In front of the village is a large area of ​​fertile fields. In winter, the green wheat seedlings are not so energetic, and the leaves are slightly curled. A stream flows happily downstream along the small village. Most of the houses in the village are mud houses. Of course, among the many mud courtyard walls, there are also a few large households, two of which are tiled houses made of blue bricks.

Although the blue brick and tile houses are not as good as the Lin family, they are obviously different.

What made Lin Qingqian curious the most was that there was another building. Building was a rare building in ancient times, not to mention it was in the countryside.

The wooden building is not as carved beams and painted buildings, but the railings painted with tung oil look unique and novel from a distance.

Before Lin Qingqian and Wen Xin could approach the yard of Mulou, they heard the sound of babbling voices coming from inside.

The owner of this family is actually a drama fan?

"I'm so annoying that I'm so annoying." Not far away, a bearded man came out of the small blue brick yard, pointing at Mulou angrily, shouting, "I believe it or not, call me again, I'll beat you up."

With the threat of the bearded man, a white-faced middle-aged man stood up against the railing of the wooden building, "What, can I still be angry with you at my own home?"

"You make people's brain hurt after being quarreled all day long." The bearded man angrily.

"When you have a headache, what are you looking for a doctor? "

"I beat you to death."

"I'm so stinky, huh, are you afraid of you? Don't think that you have a loud meat, so we have to give in to you." The white-faced man refused to give in at all, "If you have the ability, come in and beat me."

"I said, Master Wu, we are a opera troupe, don't practice martial arts, and wait to drink the northwest wind." A handsome young man appeared beside the middle-aged man, and he looked at the bearded man happily and said hello.

"You wait." The bearded man was angry.

"Oh, gentleman doesn't act. Both of them are relieved. Everyone is good neighbors. Don't hurt the harmony for a little trivial matter or insult the court." Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, a scholar came out of the yard to be a peacemaker.

"Sour Scholar, you have nothing to do with you, get out of here. You are not a good bird either." The bearded man squirted.

Sour scholar...

"I said "Sorry Scholar" and Old Dog Wu is not a good person. How many times have you lost money after taking it? Why don't you remember?" The joking of the opera singer upstairs.

Sour scholar...

"Are you a blacksmith?" Wen Xin stepped forward to ask, breaking the tense atmosphere of several squares.

"What do you want to hit?" The bearded man looked at Wen Xin with wide eyes and asked loudly.

"Girl, don't look for him to get things. This person not only has a bad temper, but also has a good skill. Don't delay you." Someone upstairs added fuel to the fire.

"Yan Laoyao is so bad that I won't beat you today and you won't be named Wu." The bearded man was so angry that he trembled all over his body, and rushed to the door of the Yan family and kicked him hard at the door.

The people upstairs are laughing.

Lin Qingqian shook his head secretly. These two parties were really interesting. They perfectly interpreted what it means to be laughing and the other party is dancing.

"Uncle, we want to get some small items at home. Can we find a place to discuss in detail?" Lin Qingqian stepped forward and spoke.

"Are you the daughter of the Lin Tucaizhu family?" The bearded man looked at Lin Qingqian seriously.

Lin Qingqian...

Do she want to thank the other party for not adding the word "silly" to the attribution?

As soon as the bearded man opened his mouth, she finally understood why the bearded man had a grudge with others. With this kind of emotional intelligence, let alone the opera singer upstairs who wanted to hit someone, even her hands were itchy.

"The rich man is not considered a local rich man. He has two patients at home and needs to rest and cannot inhale dust. All the money is spent on the house." Lin Qingqian chuckled.

"No money?" The bearded man looked at her suspiciously.

Lin Qingqian nodded, "Although it's not a question of eating braised vegetables, the food at home is only a little better than that of ordinary villagers."

"What to fight?"

"Small parts."

The two of them asked and answered each other, just like a yamen runner checking their household registration.

"Get in." said the bearded man pointing to the green tiled house.

Although the yard is at the entrance of the village, Lin Qingqian seriously doubted whether the blacksmith was spread out in the village and whether the bearded man had any customers.

"What I want are these small objects. Uncle, see if you can hit it." After entering the door, Lin Qingqian handed the drawings he brought to the blacksmith.

It is said that the bearded man is not only a blacksmith, but also a silversmith.

The bearded man took the drawing and looked carefully for a while, then carefully asked about the purpose of the small object before offering the price.

"It's easy to say that iron plates are enough, five taels of silver. This thing costs twenty taels of silver." He pointed at the egg beater to quote.

"Why is it so expensive?" Wen Xin asked in surprise, suspected that he was extorting money.

"This set is expensive. What you want is silverware. The materials alone will cost a lot." The bearded man really has a bad temper. Wen Xin just asked, and he was immediately unhappy, "I don't want to hit it if it's expensive, so the door is open there."

Wen Xin's face turned pale when he was angry.

"I want it within two days." Lin Qingqian was simply.

The bearded man snorted.

Lin Qingqian ordered Wen Xin to put the deposit on the table, and the bearded man looked at the sky without saying anything.

Lin Qingqian didn't care about him and left with Xiaoxiao. The bearded man didn't refuse, but just agreed.

Sure enough, two days later, Chang Mu went to the entrance of the village to retrieve all the customized molds and tableware.

At the same time, the carpenter and the stonemason worked together to create a set of tools. That night, Lin Qingqian personally brought An Zheng and the others to squeeze the first jar of soybean oil.

"From the future, I will use this vegetarian oil to cook at home." Lin Qingqian ordered.

Mother Ping happily agreed.

After all the ingredients were prepared, the shop in the city was also ready to stop working. Lin Qingqian made a few pastries with his family.

She is not greedy and can't put all the good things in one go.

Cookies, salty biscuits, scallion oil biscuits, custard crepes, courses, croissants and laminate mung bean cakes, plus a cake. There are not many varieties, but none of them are similar to traditional pastries.

Even though Lin Yuan and his friends were all from the big family in the capital, they had never seen anyone make dim sum like this.

"Transfer it into the shop tomorrow morning." Lin Qingqian ordered.

An Zheng and his friends got the order, agreed, and then arranged for a walk.

That night, the Lin family waited until midnight before the candlelight at home went out.

In the early morning, Lin Qingqian and Lin Yuan were in a bus with Lin Jingxing to Pingyang City as soon as the sky was dawn.

The shop opened very low-key. When Chen Shi opened, An set up a firecracker at the door, and the shop door opened to prepare for business. Lin Qingqian wrote a post and asked someone to send it to the Huo family, asking Huo Qingyue to bring An Zelin over.

The shop selling pastry in Pingyang City is not the Lin family. Other pastry shops are much bigger than those of the Lin family's Yipinxuan Dim Shop. After the shop opened, Luoxia waited for half a day behind the desk, but no customer came to her.

Chuxin waited for a while, and his forehead was so anxious that he sweated.

"No hurry." Lin Qingqian was stable, "The new shop needs to slowly accumulate popularity."

"I heard that the pastry shop on the street on the left was opened by the Xue family's second daughter-in-law's family's parents' home." Wen Xin went out and had already found out a lot of news, "The pastry shop in Pingyang City is his family's best business."

"Don't worry about others." Lin Qingqian put down the order in his hand. "No one can do a single business. They do their business, and we open our shop."

Lin Yuan frowned slightly, "I'm afraid..."

"There are competition in places where there are people. You can't close the shop just because you are afraid of offending others. Brother, in Pingyang City, there was not only one pastry shop before our shop was opened." Lin Qingqian said softly.

"Well, as long as you have an idea." Lin Yuan was also a generous person. Lin Qingqian comforted him for a few words, but he didn't think much about it.

"Hey, the newly opened pastry shop?" A familiar voice came from the door of the shop.

Lin Qingqian...

Why does this person have him everywhere?

"It's you?" Shui Bai looked at Chu Xin and Luo Xia in surprise at the desk.

"Sir, what snacks do you want?" Luoxia stepped forward generously and greeted, "On the first day of the shop opening, all snacks are 10% off."
Chapter completed!