Chapter 680: Delicious pastries and craftsmen

Just when Shi Qinghuan was puzzled, she saw half a pastry appeared in front of her, and she subconsciously reached out to take it.

When she came to her senses, she realized what she had done. She immediately looked at the person who handed her the cakes sheepishly, and saw that the person who handed her the cakes was the stall owner, and she was smiling at her at this moment. , and she immediately felt even more embarrassed.

"Hurry up, Huanhuan. The pastry here tastes really good, even better than the pastries sold in department stores." Wang Ailan said to the waiter Qinghuan after tasting the pastry.

After Shi Qinghuan heard Wang Ailan's words, she knew why the stall owner handed her the cake, so she stuffed the half piece of cake in her hand into her mouth and ate it.

After she finished eating the pastry, she nodded in agreement and said, "This pastry is really delicious. It is not only sweet but not greasy, but also has a very delicate texture. As soon as you eat it, you can tell that this pastry is not produced by a machine, but made by hand." .”

"Good mouth, you are the first person to taste pastries that are not made by machines. Those people who saw my pastries before were so exquisite that they thought I got them from big cities. Only you are different from them.

So do you want to buy a few kilograms of pastries? "

Shi Qinghuan couldn't help but smile when she heard the stall owner's last words. If the stall owner selling ordinary pastries tried to sell pastries to her, she would definitely refuse them outright.

Since she had no shortage of pastries and pastry tickets, there was no need to buy them at the market.

But now the person selling pastries to her was the stall owner in front of her, and she couldn't refuse because the pastries he made were so delicious, even more delicious than the pastries from several time-honored brands that she had eaten before she was reborn.

Thinking of this, she asked the stall owner: "How much does your pastry cost per pound?"

"The price is the same, two yuan a pound, no tickets."

"Now I finally understand why no one buys your pastries. It's really difficult for you to sell them at this price."

"That's because they don't know the goods."

Shi Qinghuan smiled noncommittally after hearing the stall owner's words. Then she did not continue the topic, but asked Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, do you want to buy his pastries?"

After hearing what Shi Qinghuan said, Wang Ailan originally wanted to say no, but when she thought about the taste of this pastry and the children at home, she finally made up her mind and said: "I will buy a pound."

"Okay." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he asked the stall owner to pack a pound of cakes for Wang Ailan.

The stall owner couldn't stop smiling after hearing Shi Qinghuan's words. Then he quickly took out a piece of oil paper from his backpack and started packing the cakes quickly.

After he packed the pastries, he hung the pastries on the scale and weighed them. When he saw that it was a pound, he took the pastries off the scale and handed them to Wang Ailan.

After Wang Ailan took the pastry handed to her by the stall owner, she took out two yuan from her pocket and handed it to the stall owner. Then she said to the stall owner: "Your hand feels so good, you can pretend without weighing." It’s really amazing to produce a whole pound of cakes.”

"I'm not as good as you say. It's just that I made these pastries myself and I know their weight, so I can accurately pack a kilogram of pastries."

"So that's it. I just thought you went out of your way to learn this craft. Otherwise, how could you be better than me, a person who has been buying vegetables for more than 20 years?"