Futian space small peasant girl

Chapter 18 Setting Up a Stall Part 3
Lin looked at Qingqiu suspiciously, but still put down the needle and thread in her hand, picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and tasted it.

After chewing, the taste is sweet, the taste is soft, and the mouth is fragrant. "Girl, you made this up?" Lin couldn't believe it.

"Mmm! Mother, is it delicious? How is it compared to the pastry shop?" Qingqiu eagerly wanted to know the answer.

"It's delicious, the pastry shop can't compare to Qiu girl." Mother Lin looked at Qingqiu lovingly, and praised without hesitation.

After receiving her mother's praise, Qingqiu immediately felt full of confidence!

I took it to my third sister and younger brother, and of course they all said it was delicious.Especially Si'an, wishing to swallow his tongue.

I ate some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and drank some porridge for dinner.After washing, the whole family began to fall asleep.Only Qingqiu entered the space again after the third sister fell asleep.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qingqiu was dumbfounded.

She just planted it last night, but it has already matured tonight?And the sweet-scented osmanthus branch that was thrown in casually has grown to the height of Qingqiu's calf.At this speed, it won't take a few days for the space to rise to the first level.

Well, let's collect these vegetables first.

After finishing these, Qingqiu planted another batch of seeds, and then washed and rested directly in the space.I have to get up early tomorrow. If I go out, I will definitely not be able to sleep well.

The next day, it was still dark when Qing Qiu left the space.Tucked the quilt for the third sister, walked out lightly, and started making sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the kitchen.

After all the materials were prepared, Qingqiu realized that there were not enough steamers!The small steamer at home can only produce 20 yuan osmanthus cake at most.How can this be sold?

Forget it, try to get a few more cages.

The 100 yuan sweet-scented osmanthus cake is ready, and the sun is already high.Mother's Third Sister and Si'an had already eaten, and they also knew that Qingqiu was going to set up a stall in the town, so they made these sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

Looking at Qingqiu who was busy in front of her, Lin was a little relieved and also distressed.Since the injury, I have become more sensible and have more ideas.Thinking about it, Lin's eyes turned red, and she almost shed tears.While no one noticed, he turned around and wiped his eyes.

Qingqiu was sweating from busy work, looked at the sky, "Sister San, Si'an, come and help me!" in a somewhat urgent tone.

The third sister Ye Qingxia gave Qingqiu a blank look. "You have a lot of ideas at home. Do you think it's so easy to start a business? When you cry, don't get into my arms." He said so, but he still walked towards Qingqiu.

"I know, I know, Third Sister, you just need to help!" Qingqiu was helpless, she didn't tell Third Sister about this decision in advance, and Third Sister was a little unhappy, that's what she said today.

"Did you borrow the ox cart?" Ye Qingxia sullenly said with a little anger!

"Oh, that's bad! I forgot about this!" Qingqiu immediately stopped what he was doing and patted himself on the forehead.

Ye Qingxia glanced at Qingqiu again, and nodded Qingqiu's forehead: "You are still thinking about doing business!? I'll borrow it, wait." After finishing speaking, he trotted out the door.

Qingqiu looked at the back of the third sister, rubbed her forehead just poked by the third sister, and smirked.This third sister is just impatient, and she speaks with a knife and a bean curd heart.

It was almost noon when we left.Sitting on the bullock cart, Qingqiu began to get nervous.I kept asking my mother together, what should I do if the pastries cannot be sold?My mother comforted me all the way, if I can't sell it, I will eat it at home!It can't be wasted anyway, so don't worry.

When we got there, there were not many people in the market.Qingqiu was a little anxious, and hurriedly unloaded the things on the bullock cart and put them in order.

(End of this chapter)