Fengcheng old events

Chapter 408 Trial Production and Success

"What's the point of saying anything else now? Give me the money, and I'll go." Zheng Xiaodong turned his face to the side with an aggrieved look.

"Why do you want money? What is your money? Where is it?"

"Needless to say those, I earn one-third of the money I earn, so I'm justified wherever I go."

"The key is have you earned it? Where is the money you earned? This store spent more than 3 yuan, did you earn it? Come, take it out, you don't need to divide the extra, it's all yours."

"How much money is tens of thousands of dollars? Is there anything I have done for half a year? Don't talk about those useless things. These days, I have one-third of the money. Hurry up and let me go. I will go back and watch you do this shop. stand up."

"Are you crazy about money? You want money after what you pay? You still have the guts to ask for money in today's situation. Why do you have such a big face?"

Zhang Xinglong was going crazy, who the hell is this.

"Okay, Xinglong, don't talk about it, go back and look at the account, give him a few hundred yuan, it's mine." Chen Degang stood up and dragged Zhang Xinglong, and started making mud again.

"That's what I deserve, what I deserve." Zheng Xiaodong stared at Zhang Xinglong with his neck straightened.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about Xinglong, let's see if I can do it? It's over after we break up, and it's meaningless to talk too much." Chen Degang dragged Zhang Xinglong back.

When I came back to check the accounts, I sold more than 500 yuan this week. Chen Degang took [-] yuan and handed it to Zheng Xiaodong: "Okay, this is yours, okay?"

Zhang Xinglong turned his face aside and didn't make a sound.

Zheng Xiaodong took the money and put it in his pocket: "Forget it, buddies, I won't forget about it with you. It stands to reason that I own one-third of this store, do you know? I'm not as rare as you."

"Give it all to you, would you like it?" Zhang Xinglong watched Zheng Xiaodong stand up, and was hugged by Li Youju.

"Oh, hurry up, Zheng Xiaodong, aren't you satisfied after taking the money?" Li Youju was also angry.

Zheng Xiaodong raised his hand to straighten his hair, smiled: "Okay, I'm leaving, let's see what you can do, I'm waiting for you to make a lot of money." He turned and left.He looked as if he had suffered a lot of grievances.

"What is it?" Zhang Xinglong patted the table.

"Really, why did you guys get together with him? I used to think he was pretty good, but he turned out to be like this." Li Youju murmured.

"I didn't know before. I listened to him talking about technology every day, and thought he could do it. What should I do now?" Chen Degang took out a cigarette and handed Zhang Xinglong one.

"Come on, what should I do? Where did he give you the formula?"

"Here, I wrote it on paper." Chen Degang took out Zheng Xiaodong's so-called formula and handed it to Zhang Xinglong.

Zhang Xinglong took one and looked at it, then shook it: "This is definitely not good, the food it makes is too unpalatable."

"Then how?"

"Let me ask someone. I remember that my mother had a friend who used to make cakes. Ask if he can teach us."

All three sighed.

In the evening, Zhang Xinglong took Li Youju back to Guojiabao, and talked to Liu Guixin about the matter.

"It's gone? You said that you spent the money without knowing what happened. Tens of thousands of dollars were thrown in like this. Worrying. Let me ask you. Your name is sister-in-law, and the man in his family cares about your father." It’s called uncle. I don’t know if I can do it now, but I used to make trough cakes.”

"Okay, ask her if she can come and teach, and it's okay to spend some money."

"You also think about other tricks, wait for a tree to be hanged without waiting, the money is spent and the shop is opened, and you can try to get it up. Don't worry, take your time, can do."

"Yeah. I know."

"Father, are you losing money?" Zhang Xiaoyue leaned over, snuggled into Zhang Xinglong's arms and asked, touching his face.

"No, no compensation, just not partnering with that person, and now Dad does it himself."

"Oh. You, you and big aunt?" She called Li Youju big aunt.

"Well, is that okay?" Li Youju smiled and patted Zhang Xiaoyue's head.

"Okay." The little girl nodded seriously: "You, big aunt, please treat my father better, don't quarrel with him."

"Well, I won't quarrel with him."

……

A day later, the sister-in-law Liu Guixin had found came.

He is quite tall, and he likes to laugh very much. His voice was a bit hoarse after he was used to shouting in business.

Her family used to sell old-fashioned cakes, so she didn't hold back, and directly wrote the recipe to Zhang Xinglong, and took them to bake it once.

"I can do this too, and I don't know anything else. You have to think about it yourself. For cakes, the recipe doesn't mean that you can't change it. You can have more eggs, less noodles and more." OK, the ratio is roughly the same.

Anyway, just keep in mind that the cake oil is added according to the proportion of the noodles, the sugar is added according to the weight, and it doesn’t matter whether the vanilla powder is added or not. Baked cakes are flour, sugar, eggs, and cake oil.

In the past, we used stinky powder, and the smell was so good after roasting, but now we don't use it anymore, and the technology is advanced. "

Zhang Xinglong and Chen Degang expressed their gratitude to their sister-in-law, and gave them 500 yuan. At first, she didn't want it, but later she took it because she couldn't explain it. No matter what you are busy with, just say something."

After sending his sister-in-law away, Zhang Xinglong thought for a while and said: "I don't think my sister-in-law can lie to us. It turns out that Zheng Xiaodong baked it like that. I think it's because the eggs were put in less. How about we try it ourselves?"

"How to try? Change the formula?" Chen Degang asked.

"Well, let's try a few more times to see if it works. What if it works? Anyway, it's just a little noodles and eggs."

"Okay, let's try."

The two started experimenting.

Write down the recipes of my sister-in-law and Zheng Xiaodong on paper, compare them, calculate them, then add eggs, reduce noodles, add sugar and reduce sugar. I tried repeatedly for a week and baked more than 20 ovens.

The noodles and eggs have caused a lot of misfortune. The surrounding families, including the couple in the canteen, were all disgusted by the smell of the cake.

All the baked things were taken out for everyone to share. It was pretty good at first, but then I got tired of eating it.

"This time, I think it will work. The height is high enough. I think it will work." Chen Degang looked into the oven through the glass and said to Zhang Xinglong.

"It should be almost the same. The one baked yesterday was a bit close to Hollyland. You said Zheng Xiaodong, three catties of noodles and three catties of eggs, baked like corn flour, it must be said to be delicious."

"He should really think it's delicious. In fact, I eat it and it's delicious. Where did we go to eat cakes before? It's good to have something to eat."

"So it is said that the environment shapes people. Someone like him who has no experience can't do it even if he really gets a shop for him. His vision is not good."

As he spoke, the oven jumped automatically when the time came.

Two people took out the baked cake.

Successful.

Zhang Xinglong tasted it, the taste was delicate and smooth, not too sweet and greasy, it trembled in his hand, and it would break if he was not careful, unlike the one baked by Zheng Xiaodong, it could be thrown as a discus.

"It's ok, I dare not say it tastes better than Hollyland, it's definitely not worse than him. It's ok. It's a success."

Zhang Xinglong excitedly slapped Chen Degang on the back, almost making Chen Degang angry.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, and don't look at my small physique."

Chen Degang broke off a piece of cake with a smile and took a bite, his eyes lit up: "Well, it's delicious. Damn, that's called a cake. It's delicious. The ones in the past were almost all corn flour steamed buns."

(End of this chapter)