It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

After leaving the pharmacy, Song Zhi walked towards the East Market with a heavy heart.

When passing by Chen's vinegar shop, Song Zhi took a special look and found that the shop was closed.

Song Zhi didn't know how the other party would respond, but it was obvious that after such a turmoil, the Chen family's business was bound to be affected.

She is still very insignificant now, so it is better for her not to be the first to stand out.

If we don’t do the sugar business, what else can we make?

Song Zhi looked at the food shops lining both sides of the street.

Most of them are noodles, wontons, fried cakes, sesame cakes, buns, and other similar foods.

Song Zhi didn't want to eat the same food as these people, and food that was too homogeneous was not so attractive.

Although she was confident that she could win in terms of taste, Song Zhi felt that there was no need to do so in order to support her family.

Song Zhi walked and observed all the way, and suddenly saw a dim sum shop in front of her with many customers coming in and out.

Song Zhi had an idea. If the candy couldn't be sold, she could make cakes and sell them!

Because she used to shoot food videos, she can also make simple pastries and desserts.

And after she has made these foods and earned money, it would be more logical for her to use the excuse of trying to make food as an excuse to make candy.

Song Zhi just felt that she was so smart!

She had an idea in her mind and walked towards the snack shop.

Stepping into the quaint pastry shop, Song Zhi was wearing coarse cloth clothes with traces of mending visible on the lapels, which formed a sharp contrast with the carved window lattices and exquisite furnishings in the shop.

Her steps were light and there was no sign of fear on her face.

Inside the shop, a sweet but not greasy aroma lingers, and a wide variety of traditional pastries are displayed on carved wooden racks.

Crystal clear sugar cakes, golden and crispy rice cakes, soft and sweet glutinous rice balls, and all kinds of candied fruits sprinkled with icing sugar...

In this era of material scarcity, it is rare for Song Zhi to have such a wide variety of dim sum.

Song Zhi stood by the door and looked through the pastries in the shop so that she knew what they were like.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, a sharp-eyed waiter in the store came up to her with a smile:

"Madam, do you want to buy some cakes? The cakes in our shop are unique in this city. Would you like to buy some to try?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi stopped walking and acted a little reserved. "I... I can't afford expensive things. Is there anything I can afford?"

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, and she looked a little embarrassed.

The waiter's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this. He pointed to the fragrant cakes placed in front of the counter and said, "These sesame cakes are three cents each, and a pack of five costs twelve cents. Madam, you can buy some and try them. If they are delicious, you can come back again."

Song Zhi nodded, asked for a sesame cake, and then left the shop.

After leaving the pastry shop, Song Zhi looked back at the sign of the pastry shop, which was "Wei Yue Fang".

After visiting the store, Song Zhi also tried to test the staff. Seeing that they treated customers well, she began to like this dim sum shop.

After asking about the dim sum shop, Song Zhi went to the grocery store.

Song Zhi bought three pounds of mung beans, one pound of glutinous rice, and a bag of malt sugar, spending a total of thirty-eight coins.

While the waiter was weighing the goods, Song Zhi deliberately approached the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, do you know which dim sum shop in this city makes delicious and affordable dim sum?"

The shopkeeper does business in this city, how could he not know which shop has the best dim sum?

He immediately told her about several restaurants, one of which was the Wei Yue Fang that Song Zhi had just visited.

The owner of the grocery store also told Song Zhi a piece of information that was worth her attention: this store was originally opened in the capital.

This pastry shop in Qishui County was only opened last year.

He has been able to gain a foothold in Qishui County in such a short period of time and his business is pretty good. He must have a good background.

First of all, such a shop has certain strength and will not be able to withstand the pressure and push her out when the time comes.

Secondly, a shop like this, which does not have a deep local foundation, will not act too overbearingly, which gives Song Zhi room to bargain with it.

After learning more about it, Song Zhi really liked this pastry shop.

Song Zhi paid the money, put the rice she bought in a backpack, and then left the grocery store.

Walking on the bustling streets, your nose is filled with the aroma of various foods.

Song Zhi touched her half-empty purse. After buying a sesame cake and some rice, there were only twenty-seven cents left in it.

Until she was sure of a new way to make money, she didn't dare to spend money carelessly.

Song Zhi went straight out of the city and boarded a ox cart for the return trip outside the city.

Since I didn't miss any time today, it was still early when I got home. The sun shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on the simple but warm courtyard.

Grandma sat under the pear tree in the yard, with several bamboo baskets filled with woven hemp rope beside her.

On the side, my younger sister, younger brother and cousins sat in a circle, each holding a twine in their hands, imitating grandma's way of spinning twine.

The younger brother who was sitting facing the courtyard gate was the first to see his elder sister walking into the house. The little guy couldn't sit still anymore and ran towards Song Zhi.

Following Song Huan, he threw away the twine in his hand and went out to greet them with cheers.

Song Ben also wanted to rush over, but when he saw his second brother's unmoved look, he finally suppressed the idea of rushing over.

He stared blankly at the three siblings huddled together.

Song Zhi rubbed the two little guys' heads, took out a large piece of sesame cake from the backpack, and handed it to Song Huan, "Take it and share it."

When Song Kang saw that there were noodles to eat, he jumped for joy.

The pancakes that exude the aroma of flour and oil make people salivate.

Song Huan subconsciously took the sesame cake, then thought of something else. She broke off a piece and handed it to Song Zhi, "Sister, have some too."

Song Zhi took it with a smile.

When Song Huan saw that his elder sister accepted it, he happily took his younger brother to find his cousins to share the food.

At this moment, Song Cheng could no longer sit still. When he saw the pancake, his eyes widened instantly.

Seeing the two men coming, he stood up and greeted them, completely ignoring his second brother.

Fortunately, Song Huan did not forget her cousin. She divided the remaining sesame cakes into two, gave one to Song Cheng, and shared the rest with her younger brother.

After Song Cheng received the pancake, he ran to his second brother happily and gave half to Song An as if he was offering a treasure. "Second brother, you should have some too. The sesame pancake is so delicious!"

Song An turned his face away and said, "Eat it yourself."

Song An still feels awkward now. Whenever his cousin quarreled with his mother, he often competed with Song Zhi.

It was as if eating her food was like admitting defeat.

Seeing that his second brother didn't eat, Song Cheng started eating on his own.

Seeing Xiang's confused look, Song An was furious, "Why do you have to do this in front of me..."

Before he could finish the word "eat", half a piece of cake was stuffed into his mouth.

Song Cheng tilted his head and said with satisfaction, "Second brother, doesn't it smell good?"

The sesame cake stuffed into my mouth was golden and crispy on the outside, with the aroma of flour and sesame...

Really delicious...