My domineering ex-husband is living off his wife in ancient times.

Chapter 146 Purchase Restriction

"Husband, I believe in you!" Madam Lin had always believed in her destiny.

As the two walked hand in hand, Madam Lin suddenly remembered to ask Si Silang, "Husband, is it true that Third Sister-in-law said that news of Eldest Brother and Eldest Sister-in-law has come back these past two days?"

Si Silang: "Third Sister-in-law must have asked someone to look for Eldest Brother and Eldest Sister-in-law, but it's hard to say when we'll hear anything... I think Third Sister-in-law deliberately kept us at the Cheng family's house for a couple more days."

After all, if they hadn't personally experienced how well the Cheng family's business was doing, the two of them wouldn't have dared to come together just because Cheng Ruo'an said, "You'll be working for me from now on."

Although Si Silang believed that Cheng Ruoan possessed great supernatural powers, no one would say that immortals could do business.

Looking at him now, it seems that even immortals may not be able to do everything, but his third sister-in-law is!

After the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the opening of the pastry shop, Cheng Ruotong personally unveiled the red cloth on the signboard, and the four big characters "A Little Bit Delicious" looked particularly special.

Someone laughed: "The name of this pastry shop is too straightforward."

"This isn't just being straightforward, it's being overly confident."

"But you know what, the style of this name is so similar to 'Youjian Inn' and 'Youjian Embroidery Workshop'. Could they be the same business owned by the same person?"

Cheng Ruoan had Xiao Mian'er and Xiao Cui'er each carry a tray.

On the tray was a plate of sponge cakes, all cut into small pieces, with some bamboo skewers next to the plate for passersby to sample.

Cheng Ruotong warmly invited passersby to try the food, while explaining to them, "It's just that the shop names are similar, but they're not owned by the same person. My surname is Cheng, and the owners of Youjian Inn and Youjian Embroidery Workshop are surnamed Zhao."

“Yesterday I saw Manager Luo from an inn come to support your shop. Even if you're not owners, you must have a very close relationship.”

When someone said that, Cheng Ruotong wanted to say something modest, saying that she wouldn't dare to use Zhao Dongjia's name indiscriminately, but Cheng Ruoan pulled her aside and stopped her from speaking.

The two of them, along with Xiao Cui'er and Xiao Mian'er, invited passersby to try the food.

"That's right. I also heard Manager Luo say that the Cheng family is in partnership with Zhao Dongjia to run a workshop. They're talking about some kind of hand cream, which sounds really interesting."

"Wow! You know what, this sponge cake from this pastry shop smells amazing!"

"It's a novel food; I've never had a dessert like this before! It's so fragrant and soft!"

"Oh, this is delicious! Can I try another piece?"

Sure enough, as everyone sampled the food, the conversation shifted from exploring the relationship between the shop and Zhao Dongjia to the sponge cakes.

At first, passersby were polite and embarrassed to come over and try the food. Some people from families who didn't look well even wanted to eat but didn't dare to come up.

But as the gossip went on, the atmosphere warmed up, and everyone became less embarrassed.

Once you taste it, you'll crave it.

Although Daxia has a wide variety of pastries, they are all traditional snacks, such as water chestnut cake, osmanthus rice cake, mung bean paste cake, and various tea fruits.

Steaming, boiling, frying, baking, and other cooking methods are all available.

But pastries like bread and cakes, which are baked with both high-gluten and low-gluten flour, are truly nonexistent.

So none of those who tried it said it was bad.

"This milk-filled chicken cake really does contain milk and eggs, right? Wow, how much does one piece cost?!"

"They don't sell them piece by piece, they weigh them by the pound, okay? Can't you see the sign that says, 'Grand Opening Special: Buy one pound, get one pound free!'"

The person asking the price looked in the direction the man was pointing and, sure enough, there was a small wooden sign hanging on the wall to the left of the entrance, with the words written on it:

Today's price for milk-flavored chicken cake: 70 coins per pound.

Below the price tag, there was another wooden sign of a different color that read:

Grand opening special: Buy one pound, get one pound free.

Many people look at the top first: seventy coins a pound. The cakes aren't too small, so there are only twenty a pound.

This price is more expensive than a meat bun, and many people were shocked by it.

Many people stared so wide their eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets at the wooden sign.

But then I saw the bottom and thought, maybe it's okay to buy this sponge cake for the kids to try?

"Yes, this has both eggs and milk, so it's not expensive at thirty-five coins a pound."

"Give me two pounds! My family is big, four pounds is enough for everyone to have a taste!"

"Give me a pound too!"

"I want a pound too! Who knows if this 'special offer' will still be available tomorrow? Buying it today is like making a profit."

And so, without Cheng Ruotong and Cheng Ruoan needing to do anything extra, on the first day of business, families who could afford snacks all recommended it to each other and came to buy some.

Some people buy two or three pounds, while others buy one pound together from two families, then divide it up and take it home to taste.

Two more traditional ovens have been built at home these days, making a total of three. Cheng Ruotong, along with Xiao Cui'er and Shao Yang, baked two batches of sponge cakes, producing a total of thirty jin (approximately 25 kg).

Shaoyang is still grilling inside right now.

However, Cheng Ruoan told Cheng Ruotong not to bake as many chicken cakes as there were customers. They hadn't made much money from today's big sale, so they couldn't be too eager and risk being looked down upon for their chicken cakes.

So after selling a total of 80 jin of chicken cakes today, Cheng Ruotong didn't care that it was only past noon and hung up signs saying "Sold Out" and "Closed" early. Some people who didn't get any were annoyed, while others who wanted to buy Cheng's mother's tofu went to talk to Cheng's mother, hoping to get a favor.

Among them were some small eateries. The restaurant owners approached Cheng's mother and said they wanted to buy four or five catties of it.

These scattered purchase intentions add up to twenty or thirty kilograms.

But Cheng Ruotong insisted on listening to Cheng Ruoan, "Mother, my little sister said that this is called 'hunger marketing,' which is to make customers feel uneasy. Only after our chicken cake prices returned to normal did we have business every day."

Originally, Cheng Ruotong's steamed cakes were quite delicious, and orders for them were plentiful; otherwise, she wouldn't have added two more ovens.

Cheng's mother didn't understand what "hunger marketing" meant, but she listened to her daughter, so she only told those people, "In our family, my daughter is in charge. She said she would only make eighty catties a day, so that's all we can make. I can't do anything about it."

These people could only leave dejectedly, waiting to see if the promotional event would continue the next day.

The next day, it was still there!

They just added a small wooden sign that reads: "Limited to 80 jin per day, 2 jin per person."

This caused those who originally intended to buy more and resell it to others to immediately give up their plans.

In particular, there was a shop owner named Li who ran a foot massage parlor on Ta Ma Street.

His shopkeeper, waiter, and cleaning staff consisted of only two people. They originally planned to buy twenty catties and sell it to people who stopped by for a meal or to stay at the shop for one yuan and five wen.

Because this sponge cake is a baked food, it is said that it will not spoil or taste bad even if left out for three to five days in cool weather.

Yesterday, Li Dongjia was thinking he could make a profit of 65 coins per pound, but who knew the rules would change today.

They added some kind of "purchase limit".

Does this cut off his source of income?!

Li Dongjia immediately lost his temper and started cursing: "I've never seen anyone do business like yours. Are you trying to make a fool of us?"

"I'm going to see if you can sell all eighty jin today!"