Jiuzhenfang has a total of two shops, divided into a kitchen and a warehouse. There is only one shop that can be used to display pastries.
The furnishings inside are even simpler. There are a row of wooden cabinets placed against the three walls, with various pastries placed on them.
Among them, pastries that are more delicious when cooled, such as sugar-dusted snowballs and peach cakes, are in the left column when you enter, while glutinous rice and jujube cakes are in the right column for fresh and warm ones.
The middle part is more special. Except for a plate of Zhao's chestnut and lotus paste cake, there is nothing around it, so it's almost empty.
Coupled with the large characters below, it can be said to be eye-catching to the extreme.
Many customers who enter the store can't help but glance at it before buying their favorite pastries.
But no one opened their mouths to ask.
In the back kitchen, Zhang Xianglian looked worried, "It's been half an hour since we opened the door, and everyone just looked around. This is not a good idea."
No one asked, so Jiang Sheng couldn't answer.
If you don't answer it, you won't be able to promote the surnamed cakes, and all your efforts these days will be in vain.
Jiang Sheng was calm, and the old god said, "Auntie, don't be anxious. Think about the situation where you will see something new and strange, but you hold back and don't ask."
Zhang Xianglian was stunned and stammered, "Buy...when you can't afford it."
That’s fine.
It was during this period that Jiang Sheng discovered that when you are cornered or cornered, you may find something new if you think about it from another angle.
Take the chestnut hibiscus cake in front of you as an example. The common people who only dared to glance at it and dare not ask clearly guessed the high price of the cake. They were too shy to explore because of their money, which was equivalent to screening out unsuitable guests.
After another half an hour, a long queue formed in front of the sugar-fried chestnuts, with young men from various households mingling among them, working hard for their masters.
Jiang Sheng saw Zhao Yuan from the crowd with sharp eyes, quickly reviewed the postures he had practiced so hard, and waited at the door of Jiuzhenfang.
The moment Zhao Yuan stepped in, she straightened her spine and bent down to salute, "I have met Mr. Zhao. Jiuzhenfang welcomes Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Yuan was so frightened that he reflexively wanted to support her, "No, no, no, don't salute me. If you turn around and let Brother Xu see you, I can't explain it."
Jiang Sheng coughed and winked again.
Although Zhao Yuan didn't understand, he retracted his outstretched hand.
"Mr. Zhao, the only pastry you ordered a few days ago has been baked. Please come here to see if you are satisfied." Jiang Sheng spoke slowly, trying to be heard clearly by every citizen with open ears.
Zhao Yuan was led to the chestnut hibiscus cake in such a confused manner.
This pastry is made of chestnut meat. The square, light yellow shape is printed with vivid pink hibiscus flowers. The appearance alone is eye-catching. When you see the hibiscus flower, there is also a picture of a wandering snake and dragon printed on it. After the word "Zhao", Zhao Yuan can no longer be described as a surprise.
"Here, these are free?" He said incoherently, "If we were in Youranju, we would sell them for at least two taels of silver."
"Not only is it free of charge, but only the Zhao family can buy this pastry from now on." Jiang Sheng said firmly, "Brother Zhao Yuan, let's try it."
Unfortunately, there is no transparent oil paper. No matter how beautiful the pastry is, it can only be wrapped in butter paper.
But fortunately, he had accumulated enough in advance. As soon as Zhao Yuang walked out of Jiuzhenfang carrying the pastries, someone familiar approached him to chat, and he showed off in return.
Zhang Xianglian was particularly happy, "It's really a good idea for us to give away this first cake for free."
My aunt is too satisfied.
Jiang Sheng tilted his head and looked, with a toothy smile and a hint of pride in his eyes.
Where is this? Counting on Zhao Yuan alone is far from achieving the desired results.
After intense discussions with Fifth Brother, Jiang Sheng arranged a backup plan.
She turned her head and touched the little tweet to the crowd.
When the sitter saw the code, he immediately jumped out and shouted, "Bring me some of the pastries Mr. Zhao bought just now."
"Give me one too." This is not a request.
After Jiang Sheng was stunned, he quickly reacted and explained loudly, "This guest, Mr. Zhao just brought customized cakes. They belong to the Zhao family alone and are not sold to others."
"Then what do we want to do?" Tuo'er said conscientiously.
"Yes, then how do we buy it?" Jiituo asked.
Jiang Sheng smiled slightly, ignoring her round body, she really looked like a lady, "Of course it is made to order, but every pastry ordered by a customer is a unique one, and no one will sell it except you."
The boys in the sugar-roasted chestnut team were a little commotion, and even the ordinary people stared wide-eyed.
This is the only pastry in the world that I have never seen or heard of.
If you have to dig deeper, probably only the emperor can eat the only cake.
Thinking about it this way, it would be nice to spend a little money to enjoy royal treatment.
Just when everyone was talking about it, a young man walked in, flicking his folding fan and saying in a graceful manner, "I'll also order a portion. This pastry is unique in the world."
It was that fake voice.
Jiang Sheng glanced vaguely at the corner opposite the shop. Zhentuo had already received the money from Chang Yan and left gracefully.
Pretend, oh no, the young master is still posing coolly, waving the folding fan despite the severe cold of winter, typical of the young master from the Fengjing family.
But no matter what, the visitor is a guest.
Jiang Sheng immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "What pattern does this young master want, and what name does he want to imprint on it?"
"The pattern is random, and the surname is engraved on Jiang." As soon as the young master said these words, the eyes of the people around him changed.
Jiang family.
The Jiang family, a first-class family in Fengjing, actually came to order the pastries from Jiuzhenfang.
Jiang Sheng was surprised and at the same time realized that this was the best publicity opportunity, and quickly responded, "Master Jiang, please pick it up in three days."
The young master nodded proudly, waved his sleeves, and left gracefully.
In the front, Zhao Yuan of the Zhao family was picking up pastries, and in the back, Mr. Jiang was ordering pastries. Jiuzhenfang’s customized pastries with surnames became famous at this moment.
While Jiang Sheng was excited, he didn't bother to rest. He picked out a picture of lotus, with the word "jiang" written on it with flying dragons and phoenixes, and sent it to the carpenter.
Because of this, she didn't see the young man walk to the corner, close his folding fan, and stop in front of another man in a crescent-colored robe.
"The pastry has been ordered," he said, "but I don't quite understand why the eldest brother ordered such a weird pastry. There is no shortage of master chefs in the Jiang family who specialize in pastry."
"The most important thing is, brother, why don't you go by yourself and insist on letting me decide?"
