Reborn In the 1990s

Preparation bell rings, candidates to prepare to enter, Cheng Yu bowed his head, stretched out his hand on Fang Ruixue's back, and was afraid: "take a good test, don't be nervous."

In the morning, she took two exams, including Chinese and mathematics. When she came out of the exam and sat in a small restaurant on the street with Cheng Yu, Fang Ruixue's mood was obviously not as high as in the morning.

"Not very good at the exam?" Cheng Yu took out a pair of chopsticks and handed it to her.

"No Fang Ruixue took the chopsticks and sighed. "I came out to hear other candidates in the discussion, said that the afternoon comprehensive examination will test chemistry, the second year of junior high school will also be tested."

Cheng Yu takes chopsticks with his hands. He instantly understood why Fang Ruixue was in a low mood, because chemistry was only taught in the third grade of junior high school.

"It's OK. Just try your best." Cheng Yu pushed the noodles in front of her, and then took two pieces of beef from his bowl to her, "eat quickly. You can have a rest after eating."

I'll come out after the test in the afternoon. Fang Ruixue's mood is even worse: "comprehensive volume is so difficult! It's not just science, but liberal arts! " She was so depressed that she felt very sorry for Cheng Yu. Yesterday, she promised him that she would pass the exam.

Fang Ruixue's dispirited appearance made Cheng Yu begin to doubt whether the comprehensive examination paper attached to the middle school was taking the high school students' questions to embarrass the junior high school students. However, he had already planned for the worst, so even if Fang Ruixue did not do well in the exam, he was not too disappointed.

"It doesn't matter. It's the same if you work hard after you enter the school and try to get in." He comforted Fang Ruixue.

The tradition of the attached high school has always been the same. If a student is admitted to a poor class because of a temporary failure in the entrance examination, he can also pass the mid-term examination and the final examination and return to a better class.

Fang Ruixue's exam was not very smooth, but Li Lanfang's stall was not so smooth. She even has a good position, just at the door of the vegetable market, which can be regarded as a golden position.

But Li Lanfang didn't ask Jiang Jinyue for help. Instead, she found the person in charge of the food market through her boss's wife, and then through the person in charge of the food market, she found the street office. After coordination between the two parties, Li Lanfang paid the rent for three months, which could be regarded as renting the stall at the door of the market.

This idea is still Fang Ruixue to help her think, Fang Ruixue thinks privilege this kind of thing, although easy to use. But it can't be used often, especially other people's privileges. If they really ask Jiang Jinyue for help, it is equivalent to indirectly let Jiang Jinyue owe other people's favor, which is not very good in the end.

Problems that can be solved with money are always simple problems.

However, after solving the problem of stalls, Li Lanfang faced new problems. She did not know what to sell.

If you buy bean curd and porridge as you did in your hometown, you can't do it in the place where they live now. Because the place is too small to grind Soybean milk.

"Mom, why don't we sell steamed buns?" Huang Xiaoyun's voice is soft and weak, but it makes Fang Ruixue and Li Lanfang feel bright.

Huang Xiaoyun's steamed buns are not steamed buns they usually eat, but fried ones. Li Lanfang used to make fried buns in his hometown. It is the unique Fried Bun that lianjiang, who has been used to frying bread, said in recent months.

"Auntie Fang, I'll sell fried buns. This is sure to work!" Think about Jiang Jinyue's appearance when eating fried buns. Fangruixuedun is more confident.

"Yes! Let's do this! " Since both children said yes, Li Lanfang naturally did not hesitate.

So when Fang Ruixue's test results came out, Li Lanfang's frying shop opened. In order to be safe, Li Lanfang only made two kinds of stuffing, one kind of meat stuffing and one kind of vegetable stuffing. Originally, Li Lanfang wanted to set a different price. But in Fang Ruixue's strong request, so the two kinds of fried buns have set the same price, one yuan for three.

In the impression of ordinary people. They all think meat is more expensive than vegetables, but Fang Ruixue knows that the vegetable stuffing prepared by Li Lanfang. Not only a little green vegetables, but also water chestnut and egg skin, not cheaper than meat.

Fang Ruixue, Li Lanfang and Huang Xiaoyun push the car and carry the basin out of the door in the early morning. Fang Ruixue thinks well that they can actually sell them by package. After all, the space at home is limited, so you can't place so many steamed stuffed buns at one time, so it's better to sell the side bags, which can not only save time and space, but also attract customers' attention.

Li Lanfang's Fried Bun stand had already been set up before the rolling door of the vegetable market was opened. The first pan of fried buns is being influenced by fire on the stove. Li Lanfang pays attention to the heat while looking at the two children making steamed buns.

Huang Xiaoyun's craftsmanship is obviously better and faster. After all, she has been influenced by Li Lanfang every day, which seems to be engraved in her memory. It can be done easily. Fang Ruixue can make steamed buns, but she is small and cute, with thin skin and bulging stomach. She has a fried bun with a flower on her head. After studying for a whole night, the finished product is not as beautiful as Huang Xiaoyun, and the speed is much slower.

When the oil in the pan "Zizi" rang, Li Lanfang lifted the lid of the pot, and a smell of flour mixed with oil came to his face. Sprinkled with a handful of black sesame seeds, the first pan of fried bread was successfully baked. Just catch up with the market staff to open the door, the other party a smell, issued a "Yo drink!""It's too fragrant, elder sister. How can you sell these steamed buns?" The man quickly opened the shutter door and ran to Li Lanfang's stall, staring at the smart little bun and swallowing.

"Three for one yuan. Just opened today. You are the first guest. I'll give you one for two yuan." Li Lanfang replied with a smile.

The man looked at the white and tender steamed buns and thought that he was a big man. If he only bought three of them, he would not be satisfied. So he stretched out his two fingers in front of Li Lanfang: "elder sister, give me two yuan."

"OK! Would you like meat or vegetarian Li Lanfang asked.

"Meat." The man said simply.

"Good, meaty." Li Lanfang quickly installed seven for the man, and then asked, "do you want vinegar? Or dip it in? "

"What's the taste of dip?" Asked the man.

Some people like to dip in the sauce sweet, but some people like salty. Li Lanfang's stall has a dip sauce, which she made by herself.

"Salty." Everyone in my family likes salty mouth. Naturally, Li Lanfang is also a salty mouth eater.

But the man was fond of sweetness. "Give me a spoonful of vinegar." He said.

Pour a spoonful of vinegar on the Fried Bun. Li Lanfang hands the bag to the man with a bamboo stick in it.

The skin of fried bread is white and soft, but the bottom is fried crispy and fragrant. With a few black sesame seeds on the surface, it is crisp and tender inside. Then the soup inside flowed out, delicious. The filling wrapped in the middle of the soup was as tight as a fish ball.