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

Mrs. Wu watched from the side and couldn't help but remind her, "Azhi, do you want to use molds to press those cakes you made earlier? We can take them to the market to sell."

Song Zhi shook her head. "Leave those at home and give them to the little ones as snacks."

When the little ones heard this, they were overjoyed.

Mrs. Wu said reluctantly, "Just give a few pieces to the children to try." This cost dozens of coins, and she was reluctant to give it away.

When the children heard this, they immediately wilted.

Song Zhi glanced at them with amusement, then said to her grandmother with a smile, "Grandma, we brothers have been very helpful today, so let's consider this as a reward for them. Besides, since it's our first trip tomorrow, we don't need to bring too much with us. Let's explore first."

When Mrs. Wu heard her granddaughter say this, she agreed to her wishes.

The children were delighted by this.

Because there was no food box at home, Song Zhi placed the cakes on a bamboo tray, with eighty cakes placed in two layers.

For this purpose, Yang made a basket overnight so that the bamboo tray could be embedded in the basket, which would not crush the cakes and would allow for ventilation.

The next day, the family got up early. Mrs. Wu was worried about her granddaughter going into the city alone, so she followed her this time.

There was no need for Song Zhi to persuade her. Wu stopped the ox cart on the side of the road. The cakes were really precious. If they were damaged on the road, it would be a loss.

After the grandparents and grandchildren lined up to enter the city, Song Zhi led her grandmother straight to Wei Yue Fang, which they had visited yesterday.

After arriving at the place, Mrs. Wu saw such a grand shop. She stood in front of the cake shop and pulled her granddaughter's sleeve nervously, and asked nervously:

"If we go in like this, will the shopkeeper kick us out?"

Song Zhi wanted to laugh in her heart. It was already the final step, and she only remembered to ask this. Isn't it too late?

But she could still understand her grandma's feelings and comforted her: "Grandma, don't be nervous, just look at me later."

After saying that, he took Wu into the pastry shop.

The pastry shop had just opened and there were not many customers in the shop.

The shopkeeper looked up and saw the two people wearing patched jackets. There was no strange expression on his face. His smile and enthusiasm were just right, not too much or too little.

"What do you two want to buy?"

Seeing that the shopkeeper didn't show any disdain, Mrs. Wu relaxed a little. Then she saw her granddaughter greet the shopkeeper gracefully and said, "Excuse me, shopkeeper, I have a homemade pastry here. I wonder if you could sell it on consignment?"

The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Consignment?" He obviously didn't expect the other party to have this purpose.

He immediately smiled and shook his head. "Although our Wei Yue Fang has only been open here for a year, it's a long-established brand and we don't sell food on consignment."

Song Zhi was trying to argue for herself. She lifted the bamboo lid, revealing the exquisite cakes in the basket. She took a piece and handed it over. "Boss, why don't you try some of my golden jade cakes before you make a decision?"

The shopkeeper, who had no interest at first, reached out to take the pastries after seeing Song Zhi take them out.

He took the pastry handed to him by Song Zhi, first put it to the tip of his nose to smell it, then gently twisted it with his hand, and finally put it in his mouth to taste it.

It is delicate and soft when you put it in your mouth, and has a fresh milky aroma.

For a moment, the shopkeeper couldn't even taste what the pastry was made of.

He quickly collected his thoughts and said with a smile, "This cake is quite good. It might taste even better if it were a little sweeter."

Song Zhi said calmly: "If the shopkeeper wants it to be sweeter, there is no problem."

Seeing that the other party was not panicked, the shopkeeper didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Why bother? Madam, why don't you sell me this cake recipe?"

Although Song Zhi could make quick money, she still refused it directly.

Firstly, she also wanted to use the name of making mung bean cakes to tinker with malt sugar and other foods. If she sold the recipe, she would make another food in a short time, which would arouse suspicion.

On the other hand, she also had to use the excuse of delivering food to frequently come to the county to look for suitable buyers of herbs. Once a recipe was sold out, would she still be able to make the upgraded version of mung bean cake?

Song Zhi didn't want to make her money-making skills a one-time business unless it was absolutely necessary.

Seeing that she was a young girl and couldn't make the decision, the shopkeeper looked at Wu, who hadn't said a word, and said, "Auntie, if you are willing to sell this recipe, the price is negotiable. What do you think?"

Although Mrs. Wu was tempted for a moment, she thought that her own pastries were not bad at all, and there was no need to make a one-time deal, which would hurt her granddaughter's feelings, so she shook her head and refused.

The shopkeeper saw that he could not convince the two people, and saw that Song Zhi was actually carrying the basket and was about to leave.

Thinking of the other two pastry shops in the city, both are well-established here, and the taste and flavor of their food are very good.

Looking at the look on this young lady's face, if she leaves her place and goes to those two families, wouldn't that bring trouble upon herself?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the shopkeeper quickly called out to Song Zhi, "Hey, hey, lady, wait a moment."

Song Zhi stopped her step on the threshold, turned around and looked at the shopkeeper in confusion.

"Madam, I am just a steward and cannot be the boss of the owner. Please allow me to ask the owner and give you an answer the day after tomorrow. Is that okay with you, madam?"

He glanced at the basket in Song Zhi's hand again and said with a kind smile, "These are the cakes. Madam, are you willing to sell them all to me?"

As a qualified manager, you must not give your competitors any opportunity to take advantage.

She had been clearly rejected, but unexpectedly, there was hope again. Song Zhi was willing, so she asked the shopkeeper for two cents a piece.

The cheapest pastry at Yueweifang is three cents a piece, which will give Yueweifang a lot of profit in the future when it comes to pricing its pastries.

The two parties settled the deal and were both very satisfied.

After the people left, the shopkeeper immediately told the waiter to bring over a food box, put a plate of snacks in it and personally deliver it to the young master.

Wu followed her granddaughter out of the pastry shop hand in hand. She still felt like she was in a dream. She never expected that two kilograms of pastries could be sold for 160 coins.

Until Song Zhi stopped on the way to the vegetable market, turned around and asked, "Grandma, let's buy some lard. I used up all the oil at home making cakes yesterday."

Mrs. Wu finally woke up from her dream. She grabbed her granddaughter's hand and asked excitedly, "Those cakes were sold just like that?"

Song Zhi smiled, "They're all sold, grandma, don't worry, our cakes are delicious, we won't have to worry about not being able to sell them."

Mrs. Wu grinned after hearing this. This time, she didn't care what her granddaughter wanted to buy. She just nodded and said, "Buy, buy, whatever you need."

At this moment, Song Zhi could truly feel that her grandmother's trust in her was not a helpless compromise, but a real letting go that allowed her to do what she wanted.

Song Zhi couldn't help but smile and led people into the vegetable market.