Ruhua is the personal maid of Miss Qiqi in Tianxian Pavilion.

Usually, if Miss Qiqi needs to buy something, if she is not free, Ruhua will go out to handle it.

In Pingkangfang, basically there is such a maid around every top girl in the brothel.

"Girl, since you asked the cook to start making some sweets, these sweets have now become a must-have dish for entertaining guests in all the top-notch brothels in Pingkangfang.

However, these sweets consume too much frosting. If it weren't for the generous help from those distinguished guests, our Tianxiang Pavilion wouldn't have been able to afford such a large amount of capital."

In the west city, Ruhua followed behind Miss Qiqi, talking nonstop for a moment.

On the contrary, Miss Qiqi basically rarely speaks.

I don’t know how this pair of masters and servants get along with each other in their daily lives.

"Using tea and snacks to entertain guests is much better than using fine wine, and there is no need to worry about those guests getting drunk and going crazy."

Miss Qiqi would ask Tianxiang Pavilion to make sweets, obviously not only to satisfy her appetite.

She is now selling her skills but not selling herself, but she can’t come out to pick up customers in Tianxiang Pavilion.

So how to make the scene of her pick-up look more elegant is what she needs to consider.

"That's true! But my mother is really stingy. She only distributes a little bit of frosting every day. If you use it more, you will ask the girl to pay for it."

"The wool comes from the sheep, and the extra money is not paid by you. Why are you in a hurry?"

Qiqi knew very well why Ruhua was so resentful.

Because at the beginning, half of these sweets fell into her mouth, resulting in huge consumption of Tianxiang Pavilion sweets.

My mother knew the reason after a little inquiry, so she started to set a lot of restrictions.

"Hmph, I just think that you have attracted so many guests and earned so much money to Tianxiang Pavilion, but they have calculated so carefully, which makes people feel uncomfortable."

"This is also impossible. Just think about it. At worst, we can buy less frosting today."

When Miss Qiqi finished saying this, she had already arrived near Nero's frosting shop.

However, she found that something seemed to be happening ahead, looking very lively.

"It's as white as snow, as sweet as honey!"

"The opening of the business is a reward for the guests, the second pound is half price!"

"Don't miss it when you pass by, the Tang Dynasty is the only one!"

"If you are sleepy and tired, drink sugar water!"

Various guises with strange slogans were held up by several men in uniform costumes, and kept shouting there.

When doing business in West City, merchants naturally have their own signatures.

But it is still very rare to be so swaggering like this one in front of you.

Especially the discount activity of half price for the second pound, I have never seen it before.

"Girl, it seems like a new frosting shop is opened here."

Although Ruhua grows fat, her eyesight is extremely good.

The four big words "Bai Sugar Shop" happen to be within her understanding.

"White sugar? Isn't the frosting all black and yellow? Could it be that the frosting sold by this store is white?"

Sure enough, Miss Qiqi was attracted by this shop at once.

"The second pound is half price, girl, can we tell the guy that we can only buy the second pound?"

As soon as Ruhua said this, Qiqi didn't want to talk to her anymore.

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"Master, this is the candy I just bought from the sugar shop opposite. I have tasted it. It is very sweet. It should be sugar."

Asan opened the sugar wrapped in oil paper, and snow-white crystals appeared in front of Nero.

After licking his index finger with his tongue, Nero quickly dredged a little sugar into his mouth.

Very sweet!

It's a little sweeter than the frosting of your own.

And this sweetness is very pure and there is no smell of other magazines in it.

Nero's heart immediately began to sink.

Yesterday I heard that the shop opposite sold candy, but to be honest, he didn't really care.

When it comes to selling frosting, Nero has never been afraid of anyone in Chang'an City.

As long as Tangren Xungui didn't do anything to force buying and selling, he wouldn't worry about anyone who could defeat him upright.

But as the sugar melted on the tip of his tongue, Nero's confidence slowly disappeared.

"How much does this sugar cost per pound?"

At this time, Nero could only hope that the other party’s price was much higher than himself, and to see if he could win by relying on the price advantage.

After all, sugar has never appeared before.

Nero believes that when any new thing was first released, the price would not be cheap, and there was no reason to sell it cheaply.

If Nero sold it himself, he would have to sell it at least ten cents a pound.

"Five silos per pound!"

"Five silos per pound?"

Nero breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it is not as high as he imagined, you can buy two and a half pounds of frosting for one pound of white sugar, which is much more expensive and should not bring too much impact to your frosting business.

"Yes, but the second pound is half price, and the third pound is half price, and an additional bowl of double-skin milk is given on the basis of half price."

As soon as Asan said this, Nero was not calm.

Today, in order to show that he is not afraid of the sugar shop opposite, he has been in the backyard of the Nero Frosting Shop from beginning to end, and is very "calm" to cook tea there.

So he really doesn't understand the situation outside.

"Isn't that equivalent to just selling them for about three jin of money per kilogram? How do they make money? And, what's that pair of skin milk?"

Nero directly put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and stared at Asan in amazement.

"This is how they sell today. Not only that, they also set up a tasting area at the door of the shop, and everyone can try their sugar.

Now the crowd outside is about to completely surround their shops, and even the Wuhou who is patrolling the streets has come to help maintain order."

"Didn't you say yesterday that the shop opposite was opened by a member of the Qin family? The prodigal son of the Qin family bought frostings worth thousands of cents of money from us. Their sugar was probably made after processing these frostings.

It’s just that if you sell more than two cents per pound, it’s impossible to make money. What’s the point of making a shout at such a loss? Does Qin Xiedao really want to be a prodigal son?"

Nero was very angry at this time.

In his opinion, Qin Xiedao can make his money well, and everyone will be happy to cooperate.

Now that I’m going through this, aren’t you afraid that I won’t sell frosting to him in the future?

"I don't know either, but I heard that the Qin family has sent people to Lingnan to build a frosting workshop there, directly produce its own frosting, and then transport it to Chang'an City."

It was obvious that Asan was able to find out about this news that Qin Xiedao was willing to let him find out.
Chapter completed!