The real daughter is really not a human being

Yaoguang explained to Sun that larger cakes would be wrapped in oil paper, and a portrait of Qiao Xun would be printed on the oil paper.

Just as the name of the bakery suggests, Grandma Sun’s Bakery.

The name of the store is in the small text at the bottom of the picture.

When traveling merchants took their cakes out, they would naturally bring the oil paper to all parts of the country.

If my cousin had the chance to see this oil paper, he would know that my aunt was looking for him, and even know that my aunt was in the capital.

Hearing this, Sun was silent for a long time, then took Yaoguang's hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I am old and can't think of such a solution."

Sun was convinced of Yaoguang's abilities.

I would take time out every day to follow Yaoguang to the bakery. Although the number of people I saw later was not as long as the first day, there were still quite a few.

Because Grandma Sun’s Bakery had a buy one get one free promotion for the first three days of its opening.

If the people who came to buy the cakes on the first day were just for fun, then the people on the second and third days came for the quality and price of the cakes themselves.

They are not stupid if they don't take advantage of such a good deal. Besides, the taste of the pancake itself is not bad and it is very delicious.

Some people immediately ordered a large number of dry biscuits and negotiated with the store staff on the time to pick up the goods.

After the three-day opening event, the bakery's business is still good, with many customers coming to order large quantities of cakes.

People came to buy two or three pancakes with some food in their pockets, and the two waiters were busy running around collecting money.

After about ten days, there were even people outside the city carrying loads on their shoulders and selling cakes from Old Lady Sun's Bakery.

The price of a pancake is the same as in the store, but if you buy more, five will only cost nine cents, and ten will be cheaper.

The cheap price and the solid texture of the pancake attracted many people to buy it.

Yaoguang was not worried about the issue of reselling. Although the store was opened to find Qiao Xun, as long as one more person bought, there would be one more opportunity.

Yaoguang never worried about the problem of making a loss. A pound of wheat cost only four cents, but it could make far more than two pancakes. Although there were some salt and firewood fees, those prices were almost nothing for Yaoguang.

She bought coarse salt and filtered it herself, and burned the charcoal herself in the mountains and then had someone bring it in.

The only trouble is that she needs to check the assembly line from time to time to make sure the components are functioning properly and wash some parts.

But it was very simple for her.

With its substantial portions and extremely low prices, Grandma Sun's Bakery successfully opened up a market in the capital.

Many families have many children. If brothers from the same clan are squeezed together, there will be more than a dozen mouths to feed, and several kilograms of food will be consumed for one meal.

Grains are divided into coarse grains and fine grains according to their types, and the prices are naturally quite different. In addition, now that the country is peaceful and the people are safe, the weather is good, and no one eats coarse grains every day.

The wife of the head of the family had to carefully budget her money every day and ensure that the whole family had enough food to eat. So, her eyes fell on the dry biscuits in Old Lady Sun's biscuit shop.

You have to know that the prices in the capital are very high. Even a palm-sized pancake costs a penny.

Such a big, thick cake only costs two cents! It is made of fine grains. If you buy it and cook it yourself, it will be a meal.

As a result, many families who seemed to be living a good life on the surface began to live on buying cakes.

Yan Huaian was a minor official who relied on his ancestors' appointment as his son.

The so-called "Ren Zi" means that after an official has served for three years, he can use his own credit to recommend his own sons to serve as officials.

Of course, such an official position is not high-ranking, and it does not even have a rank. It can only be regarded as a minor official, but it is much better than ordinary people who have no power or influence.

Thanks to his father and brother's achievements, Yan Huaian worked as a minor official in the Ministry of Personnel. Although not as successful as his brother, he was doing well compared to his peers who grew up together.

He went in and out of the government office every day, dealing with officials. He had a virtuous wife and two sons at home. Anyone who saw him would envy him.

But only Yan Huaian himself knows the truth.

When there were still several days before the monthly salary was to be paid, the food in the Yan family would be much worse than before. They used to be able to eat one and a half bowls of food for breakfast, but during those days they could only eat one bowl, and they didn't even have a full meal at night.

But these days are a little different!

Yan Huaian could eat his fill every day, but he only ate pancakes.

Yan Huaian had heard from his wife about the big pancakes at home. She said a pancake shop in the capital had recently opened and the prices were very low. His wife queued for several days and bought more than a dozen pancakes.

So we had cakes for two meals a day: boiled cakes, steamed cakes, fried cakes, and dry cakes.

When Yan Huaian tidied his clothes and stood in the yard, his virtuous wife immediately brought him a pancake, which looked like it had just been taken out of the steamer and was steaming hot.

This pancake is only one-fourth the size of a large pancake you bought, cut into this size. After steaming it in a steamer, cut the middle open and stuff it with homemade pickles, and you'll have a satisfying meal.

The Yan family's children eat the same amount as Yan Huaian, but not a quarter of as much.

Holding the pancake in his hand, Yan Huaian fell into deep thought. He should have finished eating it long ago, so why were there still some left?

"Haven't you finished your cake yet?"

Mrs. Lu turned her head and glanced at her husband. "I've already eaten the ones I bought a few days ago. I bought these recently."

"Is there enough money at home?" Yan Huaian asked with concern.

Mrs. Lu rolled her eyes at him, as if she wanted him to pay if he said it was not enough. She continued, "It is not enough in the first place. If you don't buy fine grains, you can buy these big cakes to get by for a few more days, and you can eat more. Just wait for the monthly salary from my husband, and then go buy a pound of meat to satisfy your hunger..."

Yan Huaian felt relieved after hearing this. He said hello to his wife and continued walking towards the yamen.

When he arrived at the yamen gate, Yan Huaian had almost finished the cake. He casually stuffed the oil paper in his hand into his pocket and went into the yamen.

Oil paper is expensive, so don't just throw it away. Take it home and repair it when it breaks.

There were many affairs in the government office today, and Yan Huaian was busy running around. When he turned out from the side room, he saw two adults standing at the door, talking about something.

"Master Chen, what do you think this is?"

"But there's a new painter in the government? This wanted poster is well drawn. Although it lacks verve, it's well made. Just looking at this picture, you can find the person right away."

"Yeah, I think it's good too."

"Where is this painter? Bring him here for me to see."

"This was not drawn by the painter. I picked it up from the ground. I thought someone below had carelessly dropped the document, but I didn't expect there would be such a painting on it. It was a pleasant surprise."

"It's a pity that he is not a painter from the government office. If he could come to the Ministry of Personnel, it would be much easier to catch the suspect."

"There's another line of words below this. Let me take a look. Old Lady Sun's Bakery? What is this?"

Yan Huaian, who had been standing in the corner and listening for a while, touched his chest belatedly.

Hey, his oil paper is gone!