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Fubao took out dozens of ingredients from the space and placed them neatly on the table, leaving the two people stunned.

Zhang Ercui hesitated and said, "I'm not being lazy this time. I've never made sugar water before, so I don't know if it will work."

Fubao comforted her, "It's okay. It's better than doing it myself. At worst we can change jobs." Only then did Zhang Ercui dare to start.

The first dish was glutinous rice and osmanthus dumplings. Fubao kept talking and explaining how to make it.

Zhang Ercui and Zhao Xiuer divided the work between them, one boiled water and the other kneaded the dough. They added some osmanthus and honey to the cassava flour, stirred it while adding hot water, and finally kneaded it into a smooth dough.

Divide into small equal portions and roll into small balls.

Fu Bao: "Then put the dumplings in the pot and cook until they float up, then put them in cold water." He took out a bucket of water from the well in the space and said: "The water here is colder."

Zhao Xiuer put it in ice water and asked, "What next?"

Fubao took out the osmanthus honey and said, "Take it out and drain the water."

The translucent little balls were served in a sky-blue dish. Fubao opened the jar of osmanthus honey, scooped out a full spoonful, and poured it evenly on the top. The bright color made people salivate at the sight.

Zhang Ercui pursed her lips: "Is that all?"

Fubao held the bowl and scooped a spoonful to feed her mouth: "Try it first." The cassava flour and osmanthus honey were both taken out of the space. They tasted much better than those sold outside and had a special aroma.

Zhang Ercui took the spoon from her and muttered, "How can it not taste good with so much honey added?"

Just one bite and her expression changed: "This... is this made by us?" It was sweet but not greasy, soft and sticky with the fragrance of osmanthus and a little bit of honey.

Zhao Xiuer also took a bite and said, "I've never eaten anything from a dessert shop, but I think it should be similar."

Fubao took a big bite and closed his eyes in satisfaction. The osmanthus honey dumplings are simple and convenient, and can become a signature sweet soup.

In the next two hours, they made purple sweet potato, lily and white fungus soup, sweet potato soup, pumpkin dumplings, green bean soup, eight-treasure porridge...

Each type was divided into several small bowls and brought over for the family to taste, and two portions were also sent to the Han family.

The family members looked at the sweet soup and were amazed.

Li Huaiqing: "How can a simple sugar soup be made into so many different kinds of things? And they come in red and green colors, so pretty..."

Zhou Qiaoping: "This purple one is really delicious, and there are flowers in it. Fubao is really thoughtful."

Li Shuangrong tasted each one and said, "You are going to steal Zhuyeqing's business."

Fubao laughed out loud: "Dad, it's not as exaggerated as you say." Bamboo Leaf Green is a famous specialty of Yuzhou. Even if they make it delicious, the price will not be lower than Bamboo Leaf Green. There must be many people who choose it.

The older brothers also took small sips of it. Children all like sweet things, and they are no exception.

Yisheng: "It tastes really good. Business will definitely be good."

Yi Qiu couldn't think of anything to say, and just nodded in agreement. Seeing that Chongxi's bowl was empty, she reluctantly gave him a pumpkin dumpling: "Brother, eat more."

Fu Bao looked at his troubled face and said with a smile: "Drink it, there's still plenty!"

But at the same time, he was also concerned about Chongxi's leg. Qingyang didn't know where he ran to, and his leg was dragged without treatment. Although he pretended not to care, he actually became more and more silent.

If Qingyang doesn't come back within a month, we must hurry to look for him. After all, Chongxi's leg can't be healed any longer.

The Han family's guards also brought over the dishes and conveyed the old couple's words.

They said the sweet soup was delicious, even comparable to the ones sold in the shops in Kyoto. Old Mrs. Han liked it very much and would be the first to buy it when their shop opened.

Liu Er's family also praised the sweet soup, and Rong'er kept asking for a second bowl.

Hearing so many people agreeing, she immediately decided to go and look at the shop tomorrow, and it would be best if she could rent it within the next two days.

The next day after breakfast, Fubao urged his father to go out: "Let's go, father, let's go, let's go..."

Li Shuangrong: "I have to go to give clothes to your uncle and Chongwang today. How about going tomorrow?"

Li Darong and Li Chongwang planted melons in the village. They learned how to plant, water and fertilize the melons from the master invited from Qingzhou every day. They were so busy that even their clothes had to be delivered by Li Shuangrong.

The old man couldn't bear to see his granddaughter looking so disappointed, so he quickly said, "I'll go with Yishu. Anyway, I have nothing to do and I can help digest my food."

Chongming said happily, "Okay, then I'll go drive the car! Chongxi will go too."

Chongxi still had a mouthful of porridge in his mouth and hadn't uttered a word of refusal when Chongming ran out to harness the carriage.

Fubao shouted happily: "Great! Grandpa, let me tell you, the streets are very lively..."

As long as someone takes her out, it will be fine. With an adult in charge, even if they don't say anything, it can save a lot of trouble.

Several people were sitting in a bullock cart, slowly moving along the street. Fubao looked at the shops passing by, calculating their locations in his mind.

She looked up and saw an empty shop for subletting in the busiest area. She followed her grandfather out of the car and walked in, and was immediately greeted by a middle-aged man with a big belly and a mustache.

The man with the mustache said, "Our shop is closed now. If you want to buy something, go somewhere else."

Fubao: "We saw the shop was sublet, so we came to ask about it."

The man looked it up and down and said, "My shop is not cheap. The rent is this much per month." He then held up five fingers.

Fubao frowned. Although this place was prosperous, it was a bit too expensive.

Li Huaiqing asked doubtfully: "Five... taels?"

The man blew his beard and glared: "Five taels? Why don't you just rent a shabby temple outside the city? Are you kidding me?"

Fu Bao frowned: "In business, even if the deal fails, there is still righteousness. What's your attitude? No wonder I can't do it anymore. Grandpa, let's go."

He then pulled the man out. Even after leaving the shop, he could still be heard mumbling "poor bastard".

Li Huaiqing: "It's all Grandpa's fault for being too talkative, otherwise we could have talked more."

Fu Bao: "Grandpa, he was wrong in the first place. He didn't offer a sincere price and took us for a fool. He was also rude. His shop is not paved with gold bricks. I don't want to deal with such a person."

After comforting the old man for a long time, he finally convinced him that the shop was indeed not good and that he should look elsewhere.

Stalls selling fruits and vegetables passed by my eyes until I walked to the place where I watched the performance yesterday.

Today, the performances are still sword swallowing, bowl balancing, and knife juggling, but the audience has changed.

This is the intersection of two streets. The east-west street is a prosperous street with various shops and restaurants everywhere. The north-south street is an official road leading to Qingzhou and Jiangzhou. Every day, many people pass by to rest and sit on the steps in front of the shops.

There happened to be a shop for rent at the corner.