"I came to the door to recognize the door and told my aunt that one thing was that Aunt Wang, who said she came to her house a few days ago to ask about wedding cakes..."

"Oh oh." Needless to finish, I knew what was going on, Aunt Ke clapped her hands and said distressedly: "Isn't this a matter of rushing? I forgot it. Now it's closed everywhere, how can I find it?

Even if we have two days to go to clean up the goods. Even if we go, the snacks are old, there are no new, and there is nothing good. We have to wait until after the Lantern Festival to have new goods on the shelves. It’s also my fault. Judging from my memory, I can forget this. People may have thought of other ways to go if they say something earlier. At this time, even if they can’t find snacks, they have been wasted their time, right? What should I do?”

Aunt Ke leaned against the kang table and thought of a solution.

Ke Baijia's eyes rolled for a moment, then leaned forward and whispered: "Aunt, I have an idea or not."

"Tell me." Aunt Ke looked at her.

"Look at my skills. If I make dim sum, it will not only meet their needs, but also help my sister withdraw from the marriage. Isn't it? Besides, this flour, sugar and oil is always easier to find than ready-made dim sum."

Aunt Ke felt that this method might work.

She knew Ke Baijia's skills. She wouldn't mention other dishes, just talk about the snacks such as sticky beans, donkey rolls, egg rolls, etc., which are delicious. Anyway, she eats them, but it's not inferior to the taste of the snacks in the store.

"Then I'll find someone to change the flour, eggs, sugar and oil. You'll wait for me at home." Aunt Ke always has to do whatever she says, and she's already wearing shoes while talking.

After lifting the heels, he stepped on the ground. Aunt Ke said, "You are waiting for me at home. Your uncle will come back to visit you and never come back to have a meal. After a while, my aunt will change the flour and make noodles for you. Let's eat it."

Ke Baijia also stood up. "Okay, but let's go out together. You go to find flour. I'll go to the trash station to see if there are any molds that people used to make snacks. Maybe they can find molds that can be used, which will save a lot of trouble."

Aunt Ke did not hesitate and agreed.

The two went out, one went to find their colleagues, and the other walked towards the thrift station.

Ke Baijia really wants to go to the scattered goods station to find a few molds.

She has also made southern pastries before. Compared with southern pastries, northern pastries, etc., most of them are large in size. The shape is not as exquisite as the southern one, but the taste is not inferior.

And the steps are not too complicated, the method is simple and delicious.

If there is no mold, it is not impossible to make snacks, but the shape may not be good-looking. If the snacks proposed to marry are better, the men and women will also have face, right?

After walking for a few minutes, Kebajia arrived at the sacking station, and the door was closed.

She knocked on the door tentatively, but didn't respond at first. When she was about to turn around and leave, the door inside opened.

A boy with a melon-skin hat appeared, squinted his eyes and looked at Ke Baijia, thinking that he must be a big shot, so he asked, "Do you want to find something?"

It’s hard to buy this word, so I said it to look for this word.

The boy with a melon-shaped hat is not over fifteen years old, and his voice is hoarse, as if he is very hard to speak.

Ke Baijia nodded and asked him: "Do you have any molds to make pancakes and desserts?"
Chapter completed!