Next, Yang Mu started making small cakes.

The stove at home is a bit small and cannot make many cakes, and it is very difficult to control the heat.

Fortunately, she was just experimenting tonight.

When Mu Dalang's medicine was ready, eight small cakes were also ready.

Yang Shitou was tired from playing with the pandas, so he went back to the east room to sleep.

Yang Mu put butter on the cake and sent it to the West House together with the medicine bowl.

"Da Lang, take your medicine."

Mu Dalang is still writing hard.

He gritted his teeth and drank the bitter medicine, sighing slightly in his heart. He didn't know when his body would be able to fully recover?

And Lu Shan and Muchen, why haven't they found him yet?

Seeing Mu Dalang in a daze, Yang Mu pushed the cream cake on the small plate in front of him and said, "Try it, see if it tastes good?"

Mu Dalang had never seen such cakes before and didn't know where to start.

Yang Mu smiled and handed over a small spoon, looking at him expectantly.

Due to Yang Mu's excellent cooking skills these days, Mu Dalang did not reject this unfamiliar snack. He dug out a piece with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

The soft and delicate cream, accompanied by the soft and sweet cake, made Mu Dalang unable to stop and took one bite after another.

Yang Mu's eyes sparkled and he asked: "Is it delicious?"

Mu Dalang nodded reservedly and said, "Not bad."

His original intention was to maintain his cold image, but he didn't know that the cream at the corner of his mouth made his expression look funny no matter how cold it was.

Yang Mudao: "I'm going to sell cakes in the county town. What do you think is the appropriate price for each cake?"

Neither she nor the original owner had much idea about the price of pastries.

Mu Dalang finished the cake quickly and hesitated: "One tael of silver?"

The corner of Yang Mu's mouth twitched. One tael of silver was as much as two modern coins of Mao Zedong!

Obviously, Mu Dalang didn't have the concept of money as she did, so she suddenly remembered the story of "Why not eat minced meat".

Mu Dalang is not a rich young man, right?

The kind that doesn’t eat the fireworks of the world!

Yang Mu instantly became curious about Mu Dalang's identity, "Were you...were you very rich before? You don't know how much rice and noodles you can buy with one tael of silver?"

Mu Dalang glanced at Yang Mu innocently, thought for a moment, and said, "That's right."

The government was in charge of his food and drink. If he wanted money, he would directly withdraw it from his account. He really didn't know how much rice and noodles he could buy with just one tael of silver.

Yang Mu licked his lips and looked at Mu Dalang like he was looking at a fat sheep.

Mu Dalang felt uncomfortable when he saw him, so he changed the subject and said, "How about you ask Aunt Wang?"

Yang Mu blinked, gave up on the fat sheep, and went to find Aunt Wang and Mrs. Bao with the cake.

Few people have ever tasted such delicious pastries, and Yang Mu received a lot of praise.

As for the price, the four members of Aunt Wang's family have a unanimous opinion. Such a delicious pastry should cost at least thirty cash.

Mrs. Bao's opinion is that if you set up a street stall, you can sell it for 30 yuan, and if you open a shop, you can sell it for 40 yuan.

After summarizing his opinions, Yang Mu decided to try setting up a street stall first. If the business was good, he would open a small shop.

However, the most important thing right now is to build a new oven.

There was some red soil piled up at the back door of the yard. Yang Mu took advantage of the good moonlight and started making an oven that night.

The panda was lazily beside her, with his big belly exposed, holding little Peipei in his arms, looking like he was full of food and drink.

Yang Mu took a look and saw that the fresh bamboo in the corner had been eaten. Tomorrow he had to go up the mountain to cut bamboo for the pandas.

The panda is a cub. If it were in the previous life, it would have had a basin of milk to drink every day.

Yang Mu secretly decided that if he kept selling cream cakes from now on, he would give the pandas a basin of milk every day.

At midnight, Yang Mu finally finished cooking the oven, washed his hands and went back to sleep.

The panda hugged Yang Mu's leg, turning it into a fleshy leg pendant, and followed him back to the east room to sleep together.

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