Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 318 Cake Shop

The cake shop is about to open, and Song Chunlin starts to get busy again, running back and forth between the capital and the military camp every day. Even important matters such as spring plowing are left to Song Dazhuang and others, and he only needs to provide the seeds.

Nowadays, more and more people in the capital are growing corn. They have all witnessed the yield of the Song family's corn with their own eyes. Almost everyone who wants to grow corn will come to the Song family to learn from them. Song Dazhuang and Song Chunsheng spend every day in the fields, explaining the key points of corn planting to everyone free of charge, which has won the favor of many people.

Of course, some people say that Song Dazhuang is a fool. He actually teaches such confidential things as planting technology without any explanation and has no business knowledge at all. If they have this technology, they will not teach it to others just like that. At the very least, they will let the corn sell at a high price for a few years and collect money from those people for a few more years. Only when they have made enough money will they teach those people how to grow corn.

Song Dazhuang never dreamed that his selfless behavior would invisibly block the financial path of many people.

The Song family has ten more acres of land this year, and Song Chunlin plans to use it to grow some vegetables, such as cucumbers, eggplants, tomatoes, etc., which his family likes very much. Some families in the village also grow these things, but in small quantities. Song Chunlin's purpose of growing these vegetables is to supply the cake shop.

For example, tomatoes can be made into ketchup, cucumbers can be sliced directly or pickled into pickles, and put on bread to make sandwiches or burgers, which are all delicious.

Moreover, these two snacks can be directly packed with oil paper and taken away. Song Chunlin thinks that as long as the price is not too expensive, it will attract some ordinary people to buy them. Then he will set up a small stall at the door to sell this kind of food that can be taken away directly.

Mrs. An Huaibo has been very busy recently. All matters need his approval before they can be implemented, so she has never had any free time. As a result, Yan Qing finally came back from his rest in the military camp, but he couldn't even see his little father.

Rushing all the way back to the hospital where An Huaibo was staying, Yan Qing saw his biological father sitting inside leisurely drinking tea. However, he looked left and right but could not see his little father. Finally, he could not help but ask An Huaibo a question.

"Dad, where is my little daddy? I finally came back, where is he?"

Speaking of this, An Huaibo glared at his son unhappily.

"How dare you ask me this? I wanted to ask you, why did you introduce your little dad to Song Chunlin for no reason? Now your little dad is even busier than me. If I had known this, I would have stopped you from joining the military camp."

An Huaibo took out his anger on his son, and it was obvious that he was really angry. God knows how many days he had slept alone in the huge bed with an empty stomach, but he obviously has a wife, and now his wife is busy with his business every day. She is always in a hurry when she comes home, and rushes out in a hurry in the morning, even without breakfast. An Huaibo was so angry, but he couldn't bear to blame his wife, and he didn't want to offend the Gu family, so he could only take it out on his son.

Yan Qing didn't know that he had walked into the trap. He was scolded by his father and dared not refute. He finally escaped from his father's yard.

Mrs. An Huaibo also came back very late in the evening, dragging her tired body. As soon as she entered the room, she was hugged by An Huaibo.

Mrs. An Huaibo rolled her eyes and said, "You bastard, let me go. I'm tired. Stop making trouble."

An Huaibo felt wronged and didn't understand.

"Wife, do you have a little demon outside? Otherwise, why would you dislike me?"

Mrs. An Huaibo looked at her husband suspiciously: "Did you take the wrong medicine? This is not the first time I dislike you, you just discovered it?"

An Huaibo expressed his sadness, but his wife didn't even look at him. Instead, she walked straight to the bathroom at the back. The servants in the mansion had already prepared hot water for him. After a simple wash, he lay on the bed and almost fell asleep.

Looking at his wife who had already fallen asleep, An Huaibo could only resign himself to his fate and climb onto the bed, holding his sleeping wife in his arms.

As the time approached, Song Chunlin checked the doors and windows, tableware, ovens, molds, and various packaging items several times a day. After everything was confirmed, Song Chunlin and Mrs. An Huaibo both breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. An Huaibo pounded her waist, obviously a little tired.

"Now everything is ready, we just need the east wind. By the way, Chunlin, have you made arrangements at the Charity Bureau?"

Song Chunlin made an OK gesture to him and said, "It has been arranged. They will come here tomorrow to try out the new oven. It's a good opportunity for us to have a trial run."

"Trial operation? What is that? Can we try to operate the business?"

Song Chunlin explained to him what trial operation meant, but Mrs. An Huaibo was still skeptical.

"Is this really okay?"

Song Chunlin nodded firmly, "Of course you can, cousin, you can also invite three or two friends to come over and try the new products in our store. And the membership system I told you about, those nobles like to flaunt their uniqueness. Only members can go to the second floor, which is a symbol of status. In addition, there are only 100 initial members, and people are naturally yearning for limited items."

The more Mrs. An Huaibo listened, the more she felt it made sense. After returning home, she gathered a few of her old friends and planned to go shopping in the store on the first day of the trial operation.

These people naturally included the partner, Mrs. Meng, and several other ladies from aristocratic families who were on good terms with the couple. They all went to the store together and looked at the unique decorations in the store. Even the knowledgeable ladies frequently let out small exclamations.

A noble lady saw that the windows were covered with cotton paper and was a little confused. She tried to touch it and found that there was something hard underneath the cotton paper.

"What's under here? Why did you break down the wall and install this light-proof window?"

Mrs. An Huaibo smiled and said that they would know on the opening day.

The others were also whetted and blamed Mrs. An Huaibo for being narrow-minded and not even telling them.

Mrs. Meng did know some of the inside story, but she didn't point it out. She said it was a surprise, so of course she couldn't tell it now.

Everyone was urged by Mrs. An Huaibo to sit down on the second floor. In order to entertain these distinguished ladies today, Song Chunlin came personally and sat in the kitchen.

Behind the bar on the first floor, several half-grown children were busy preparing refreshments. When the noble ladies came in just now, they were extremely nervous. You know, they had no chance to meet these noble people in the past. Today, after taking a closer look, they were indeed worthy of being from a wealthy family. The noble aura all over their bodies almost blinded their eyes.

Song Chunlin came out specially to take a look, to comfort them and told them not to be nervous.

"You have all learned how to make milk tea. Don't be afraid. We will just do it like we usually do in the Salesian Bureau. Relax a little. Those noble ladies won't eat you. Don't be nervous."

Although that's what they said, it's hard not to be nervous when they know that what they cook will be eaten by the nobles upstairs.

Seeing them like this, Song Chunlin released some of his mental energy to calm their emotions. Those children didn't know what was going on, but they felt that their originally tense mood suddenly relaxed. One of the oldest children quickly adjusted his mentality and began to help his younger brothers and sisters get ready.

Because it was just a trial operation, they didn't do much, they just wanted to familiarize themselves with the environment.

Not long after, the milk tea was ready. Song Chunlin ran back to the kitchen. The situation here was better. Except that the bread was a little burnt in the first batch because he was not familiar with the stove, everything else was normal.

Song Chunlin asked them to take out some dishes and send them upstairs. He also did not forget to release his mental power to comfort the children, so that they would not be too nervous and make mistakes later.

Plate after plate of delicious pastries were brought up, and finally a stove was brought up. This was Song Chunlin imitating the practice that people on the Internet had played on boiling tea around a stove. The weather was not very hot at the moment, if it was hotter, he would not ask anyone to bring the stove.

Several noble ladies were not unfamiliar with the idea of brewing tea. The people of the Dajing Dynasty drank tea by boiling it, but it was not the simple boiling of tea in modern times. Instead, they would put various spices, salt and the like into the tea. As for the taste, Song Chunlin, a modern man, was completely unable to get used to it. He always felt like he was drinking a paste with a bunch of spices added, which was completely different from his impression of drinking tea.

Gu Fengyue and Gu Fengyun used to drink tea in the same way. After they drank the pure tea at the Song family, they both fell in love with the taste of the tea. From then on, all the tea in their home was provided by Song Chunlin as a favor. The quantity was not large, and they would only drink it when they had free time.

When the stove was lit, several ladies looked carefully, but did not find the spice dish, so they whispered to Mrs. Anhuaibo:

"Did the boy forget to add the spices?"

Mrs. An Huaibo smiled and told him, "No, the servant did not forget to add the spices. The tea inside is all brewed. You will know when you taste it later."

When everyone heard Mrs. An Huaibo say that the tea was ready, they did not doubt it. However, Mrs. Meng looked at Mrs. An Huaibo meaningfully, and both of them saw smiles in each other's eyes.

Sure enough, when the milk tea cup was poured out, everyone exclaimed.

"Oh, why is the tea this color? Is it bad?"

Madam No. 2 picked up the cup and smelled it. She didn't smell any sour smell, but a milky aroma.

"How strange! This tea actually has a milky aroma. Could it be made from milk?"

Mrs. An Huaibo gave him a thumbs up and said, "You have a very sensitive nose. It's milk. Milk is added to this tea, so it has a milky fragrance."

Add milk?

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. These ladies had all tasted milk before, so they naturally knew that it had a fishy smell. Wouldn't tea made with milk also smell fishy?

"Is there any other tea here? I am not used to drinking milk, so just ask the servant to serve us the kind we usually drink."

The others nodded, indicating that they wanted to drink their usual brewed tea.

Mrs. An Huaibo smiled and rejected everyone's request.

"My specialty is milk tea. Please at least have a sip. Then, there are these puffs, egg tarts, and croissants. I guarantee that everything here is something you have never eaten before."

After hearing what Mrs. An Huaibo said, everyone felt that it made sense, but they still felt a little resistant, so they all gritted their teeth and took a sip to avoid spitting it out later.

However, unlike what we imagined, the milk tea went down smoothly and did not have the fishy smell we imagined. Instead, it had a sweet and fragrant milky flavor. The sweet taste made everyone want to drink up the milk tea in the cup.

"It tastes good. I didn't expect that milk can be used to make tea. The taste is really unique."

"That's right. Don't you see who owns this shop? With his picky mouth, how could he eat anything that tastes bad?" Mrs. Meng couldn't help but speak at this time. She took the lead in reaching out and picked up a cream puff. She took a light bite. The cream kept flowing into her mouth from the puff. The sweet and dense taste made her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

The others also reached out for the food on the plates. They had smelled that unique fragrance when they came in just now. They originally thought that Mrs. An Huaiber had opened an ordinary pastry shop, but they didn't expect that she would give them so many surprises as soon as they came in.

But when they really tasted the flavor of Western pastries, they all felt that they had found a treasure.

"What kind of filling is this? It's so dense and soft, just like tasting a cloud. It's delicious. Do you have any more? I'll buy some back later. My little girl loves sweets the most. She will definitely be very happy if I bring these back."

Another person tried a croissant with a piece of smoked bacon in it. It was salty and he licked his fingers after eating it.

"I'm different from you. My brat likes salty food, so I bought this. What's it called?"

"Croissant, the one next to it is a cream puff. The thing inside is called cream, which is also made from milk." Mrs. An Huaiber took the opportunity to introduce the name of her pastries to everyone. It was the first time for these people to hear of such pastries and they were surprised that milk could be used to make so many kinds of pastries.

"This milk is such a good thing. I thought it could only be drunk."

Mrs. Meng also smiled and said, "I thought so at first, but I didn't expect it could be made into cream and butter. It's also delicious when used to make tea. It's very smooth. My son, who doesn't like sweets, also likes it."

"Can I buy the milk tea here? I'll bring some back for my old lady to try. She always says water has no taste and tea is too strong. This milk tea is just right for her."

Mrs. An Huaibo immediately arranged for someone to go down and pack for them.