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The next day.

The same time.

Yang Yongye pushed the stall to the square, which is the gate of the primary school square. At about five o'clock every day, there are many parents and many peddlers are busy.

There are barbecue shops, fruit sellers and, of course, hand grabbing cakes. There is a lot of competition among peers.

"Lao Yang, come again?" Next to him, a peddler who sold melons and fruits looked at him and said strangely, "yesterday, you didn't talk about going to yunqi street. Why did you come back today?"

"Ha ha, it's not easy to shrink back. I'll try again today." Yang Yongye smiles and skillfully prepares everything. When he thinks of the new hand grabbing cake that he learned from Xiao Ye for more than an hour yesterday, he is full of confidence.

He had never found out that his method of making hand grabbing cakes was actually wrong. There were many steps in it, and there were other stresses. Moreover, the taste was absolutely irresistible. It was a real food.

Melon and fruit vendors see him like this, also do not say anything, immediately to school time, a day is basically so half an hour to make money, time is precious.

"Let's have a look, have a look, the freshest and most authentic Xinjiang mutton bun, small portion of 5 yuan, large portion of 8 yuan, come and have a look!"

In front of the square, a stall much larger than the one next to it was yelled by a man with eight bearded beards. With the call and the specially opened stove cover, the smell of mutton wafted out.

Customers have been attracted to the past, compared to some of the back of the hand grabbing cake, a lot of cold.

"Hello, boss, can you put more mutton? It's a big one. How can you cut it so little?" One parent said.

Ba PI Hu was very casual, and seemed to care nothing at all. His staff made it and said casually: "there are so many large portions. I think I can buy another one..."

Some parents are dissatisfied. For such a big cake, there is only a little mutton in it. The rest is chili and soup. If the child didn't feel fresh and had to come to eat it, he really didn't want to buy it.

"Huahua, why don't we go back and buy a hand grabbing cake?" The parents said.

"I don't want to eat rougamo, I want to eat Xinjiang mutton..." It seems that the children must eat.

The adults next to him shook their heads. They all knew that what authentic Xinjiang mutton could be when they set up a stall here. The key is that the young man is still stingy when he sells things. He cooks such a big pot to attract children. In fact, he doesn't put as much meat as other people do

However, since the children like to eat, parents have to suppress some of their dissatisfaction and wait patiently.

The smell of mutton wafted across half a square. In addition, the eight bearded beards occupy a very good position. Just at the intersection, people who buy mutton sandwiched buns gather more and more and are busy.

After some peddlers, the business is a little cold, no one came over for a long time.

Yang Yongye looked at the situation and felt that he couldn't wait to die. He yelled at the top of his voice.

"It's a big and fragrant hand grabbing cake. It doesn't increase the price if you add meat. It's too much. Come and have a look!"

After shouting for a long time, no customer came. Although the peddler who bought roujiamo was a bit stingy, he obviously caught the children's appetite, and the parents were not easy to say anything. If the children want to eat, they should buy it. It's so simple. Besides, the snacks like handmade cakes here are really tired of eating, and it's good to change the taste occasionally.

Yang Yongye looked at the front and sighed. However, he was not discouraged. He lowered his head and lowered his heart to make a hand grabbing cake.

He remembered what Xiao Ye taught yesterday. However, some things have not been thoroughly understood. He can only say that he has barely learned the heat of 60-70% and now he is just familiar with it.

Ten minutes later, a steaming hand grabbing cake comes out of the oven!

Yang Yongye looked at his hand. Although he had seen it several times, he was still unbelievable. Only by changing some skills, he could make such a big change.

The skin is golden and crisp, and the inner layer is soft and tender. The aroma of scallion, egg and cooked meat is perfectly mixed together, which makes the taste buds open and makes you feel like you can't help swallowing it.

The hand grabbing cake made in this way, both in appearance and in flavor, is much stronger than that made before, let alone the flavor.

"Well Where does it come from? "

At the outer layer of the people who bought roujiamo, a young man suddenly looked back and saw a fresh hand grabbing cake coming out of the oven. He had just paid for it and was waiting for the mutton bun. But when he saw the cake, he felt an irresistible signal in his stomach, and he could not help walking past.

"Uncle, do you sell the cake with your hands?" The young man came up and asked.

"Eh?" Yang Yongye grabs the cake with his hands, and his expression is a little surprised. When he finishes, he feels hungry when he smells the smell. He is sure to take a bite. He didn't expect that people will come so soon.

"Sell, definitely sell, you wait a moment, I'll make you a fresh one, and you can say what you want." Yang Yongye said."No, I think the one you have is very good. You can give it to me and I'll pay for it." Said the young man, swallowing his mouth. He felt that his appetite was completely aroused, and he didn't want to wait for a minute.

"Ah? That's not good. " Yang Yongye is a bit stunned. The guest is too impatient. The main reason is that he thinks this is not fresh enough. He can eat it himself. But if he gives it to the customer, it is totally impolite to the customer.

"It's OK. I don't care so much. Give it to me quickly..." The young man didn't care. Soon, at his urgent request, he finally grabbed the cake from Uncle Yang's hand.

He sniffed slightly at the tip of his nose, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face. "It's this kind of fragrance. I hope it doesn't disappoint me."

The young man couldn't wait to bite on the cake.

Then, a look of disbelief appeared on his face, and the whole person looked dull.

For a young man, he just feels like his taste buds are exploding.

Delicious, it's so delicious!

It took a few seconds for the youth to recover from that wonderful feeling. As a person who loves street stand snacks, he felt that he had never eaten such a delicious hand grabbing cake in his life.

This taste, taste, taste, and ordinary snacks are not in the same level, he is difficult to describe, this is a real folk food!

"That guest, your rougamo is ready!" From the crowd behind.

The young man grabbed the cake with his hands in his hand, and did not return his head: "I am not free now, don't want to!"