My sister became the empress, but I'm still growing vegetables and raising chickens

But the younger sister was smart. She thought that whatever the elder sister did must have her reasons. She didn't want Aunt Jin and the elder sister to argue, so she quickly interrupted.

"The oil is hot, you can put it in the wok, Aunt Jin, please hurry up."

Aunt Jin quickly used a spatula to swirl the oil, and put the pumpkin cakes in one by one. After one side was fried, she turned the other side over. When the ones were almost fried, she pushed them to the side of the pan and put new pumpkin cakes in the middle. She took advantage of the gap to scoop up the cooked pumpkin cakes on the side of the pan.

In just a short while, the busy people in the kitchen could smell the sweet aroma of pumpkin pie. For a moment, no one said a word and everyone swallowed silently.

It smells so good.

The little brother who was watching the fire couldn't help but peek in and look at the cooked pumpkin pie in the plate, which was still steaming.

He wants to eat.

This pumpkin pie seems different from pumpkin porridge and pumpkin rice.

The first pot was about forty, and it was quickly finished, piling up on a plate and two large bowls. They all wanted to eat, but no one dared to reach out until Si Muyan said so.

Si Muyan washed her hands, picked up one and squeezed it. It was a bit hard, not as soft as the ones we eat nowadays, because it was not fermented.

She took a bite; it was refreshing and tasty but not sweet enough.

In conclusion, this time I failed. It seems that I still need to wait for the flour to ferment first. As for the sugar, with so many pumpkin pie, the amount is three times the previous amount, which is about right.

Si Muyan finished eating a pancake and said, "It failed. Dad, please knead this much dough and leave it there. Wait an hour and we'll come back and make it again."

Si Xingzhi had just started kneading dough. Although Aunt Jin had taught him, he was still a little flustered because it was his first time. But now he was more familiar with it.

"Add three times the sugar."

Aunt Jin sobbed when she heard this: "Do you really need to put so much?"

"want."

The younger brother couldn't help it and waited with his mouth watering, but why didn't the elder sister call her to eat? Was it because the failure was too unpalatable?

"Sister, can you eat this bad cake?"

After asking, I swallowed my saliva.

Si Muyan was so busy thinking about where she failed that she forgot to tell them to eat. When her younger brother asked, she quickly said, "It's edible, but not that tasty. You guys should eat it all. If you can't sell it, it's a waste if you don't eat it."

After hearing this, the younger sister and brother immediately washed their hands and ate the cake.

Si Xingzhi really wanted to eat the cake before working, but he had already started, so he decided to give up.

Aunt Jin asked worriedly, "Miss, since this is so easy to fail, why don't you make so many at once? Even if we each eat three or four, we still won't be able to finish all the pancakes."

When the younger brother took a bite, his eyes widened.

Is this what my elder sister said was a failure? It’s delicious, so delicious. I didn’t expect that pumpkin pie made from pumpkin can be so delicious.

Not to mention three or four, he can even eat ten.

"No, if we make this much at once, it's just enough to finish one pot. This way we can control the amount. If we make too little, we'll increase it when we cook it, but we may not be able to control the amount, and the taste will be different."

Aunt Jin hesitated: "But..."

"It's okay. The weather isn't hot now, so the pumpkin pie can be stored."

Si Muyan said this and stopped the younger brother's hand that was still reaching into the bowl.

"Don't be greedy, little brother. There's another pot that you need to taste. If you're full now, you won't be able to taste it soon."

The younger brother raised his index finger and said, "I'll eat another one. I'm sure I'll be hungry again when the next batch comes out."

Si Muyan had no choice but to let go of her hand and said to her younger sister, "Little sister, take ten cakes to the village head's house and say thank you for his help to our family these past few days. Little brother, after you finish eating, take ten cakes to Mrs. Zhu's house."

Everyone can understand why it should be sent to the village head's house, but why should it be sent to Mrs. Zhu's house?

Mrs. Zhu never had a good face when she saw the three girls from the Si family. But when it came to the younger brother, she didn't abuse him like other people in the village. She even restrained her grandsons and didn't allow them to bully the younger brother of the Si family.

The eldest brother had just passed away two years ago. During the most difficult period for the Si family, Mrs. Zhu sent brown rice to the Si family several times. Although she was cold every time, she said that she was thanking the eldest and second brothers of the Si family for helping her several times.

The original owner disliked Granny Zhu, but Si Muyan recalled that when the Queen Mother came to scold her younger sister, it was Granny Zhu who intervened. She felt that Granny Zhu was someone who could distinguish right from wrong, and not someone who simply followed the crowd like others.

The younger brother whispered, "Before... several times, Mrs. Zhu fed me and... washed my face and applied medicine..."

In the past, I would never dare to say these words to my elder sister. She and Mrs. Zhu had quarreled several times. Today, when my elder sister took the initiative to say that she wanted to send pumpkin cakes to Mrs. Zhu, I finally said what I had been holding back.

"Ah?" The other members of the Si family were stunned.

Si Muyan said calmly, "The Zhu family has many children. If there are fewer, there won't be enough to eat. Let's send fifteen over."

The second pot of golden pumpkin pancakes was a success, with a sweet and refreshing taste that left people wanting more.

However, in the entire Si family, only the younger brother was extremely excited, while the others were relatively calm. It was true that they had suffered for eight years, but eight years ago, they had lived in luxury, eating all kinds of delicacies from land and sea.

The younger brother ate three more in one breath, and only stopped when Aunt Jin told him not to.

Si Muyan thought that she actually preferred eating soft and sticky pumpkin cakes, which were made with glutinous rice flour. Glutinous rice flour was much more expensive than wheat flour at that time, and since they were going to set up a stall at the market, the price was too high and it was not suitable.

My younger sister said, “Since we’ve succeeded, why don’t we do more!”

Aunt Jin refused: "No, what if it doesn't sell well?"

The younger sister frowned: "We put in so much effort, and we only have to sell more than 30 pancakes? This is too bad."

Si Muyan said, "Fenghuang County is a high-ranking county with a population of just over 10,000. There's a market day every ten days, and many villagers are used to going out only on market days. They're also more willing to spend money on those days. I think we can try to do more tomorrow."

The reason why she knew this was thanks to her eldest brother. Her eldest brother was very meticulous in his work. Soon after he came here, he had a clear understanding of the situation in Fenghuang County and its various villages.

The younger sister asked again: "How do we set the price?"

"Since they are so delicious, they must be sold at a higher price, maybe five cents each." The younger brother licked his lips as he said this.

Aunt Jin objected: "Five cents is not enough. A meat bun is only three cents. If we sell it for five cents, we will definitely not be able to sell it."

"There's not much meat in the meat buns!" the younger brother protested.

Si Muyan calculated the cost of pumpkin pie. Pumpkin was negligible. A pound of flour cost thirty-two wen. Oil was not cheap, and sugar was expensive, but it was used sparingly. It could make about forty pumpkin pie, so each one cost one wen.

"Just three cents each."