I Became Rich after selling Desserts in Ancient Time

Dessert House

　　It was just dawn and there were already many pedestrians on the official road outside the south gate of Chang'an City.

　　Some of them carried shoulder poles with baskets at both ends filled with freshly picked peanuts; some pushed wheelbarrows with leeks and shepherd's purse still covered with dew; others pushed stalls with thick cloths covering steaming green peas... They were all people from the surrounding villages, who came to the city as usual to do small business.

　　Just wait for the morning drum to sound in the city, the city gates to open, and then go to the West Market to set up a stall.

　　Tang Yue was among the group of people, pushing a newly made wooden stall cart.

　　Her stall was different from others. It had two levels, the lower level was about calf-high with two large bamboo baskets for goods placed side by side, and the upper level was a waist-high table with a square stove at one end. It did not look like an ordinary truck, but more like the hanging stove stall where Wang Ermaizi made sesame cakes in the south of the city.

　　You can tell what kind of business other people’s stalls are doing at a glance, but it’s hard to tell what her stall sells.

　　She was a slim young lady of about sixteen or seventeen years old, and she pushed the "huge" stall forward without seeming to have any difficulty.

　　The lady next to her was halfway through thinking. She had more than ten bundles of vegetables on her wheelbarrow and was sweating from exhaustion, but the young lady was like nothing happened and didn't even breathe.

　　So he couldn't help but ask, "Girl, are you going to the West Market to sell food?"

　　Tang Yue ran into this woman when she left the village. She came from the next village. Although they were not familiar with each other, they were friends after all. She turned around and said with a smile: "Yes, selling date cakes and egg tarts."

　　I've heard of zaocao, but what is this egg tart?

　　The old lady suspected that she might have heard it wrongly.

　　She looked into the two bamboo baskets under Tang Yue's stall. They were covered with cloth and did not look like they were filled with anything.

　　Just at this moment, the wooden wheel rolled over a small wooden stick, causing the stall cart to shake. The bamboo basket was lifted up high and then fell down with a bang.

　　aunt:"……"

　　It would be strange if there was something in here. Could it be that they were pushing an empty cart?

　　"Will it be cooked right after we get to the West Market?" The old lady wondered in her heart, as she hadn't even seen the ingredients.

　　Tang Yue smiled again: "We'll do it on the way."

　　"On the way..." The old lady swallowed the rest of the sentence. Do it on the way? How? Do it while walking?

　　It was still dark outside when the old lady felt a chill running up from the soles of her feet. She looked at people with fear in her eyes, and she shrank her head and took half a step back to avoid walking with the strange young lady.

　　Tang Yue was indeed pushing an empty cart. There was no food or ingredients on the cart. Even the stove was fake and only had a look.

　　An empty cart is relatively light to push, but pushing a few bamboo baskets of food and ingredients would be very tiring.

　　However, the few pieces of black charcoal in the charcoal basket are real. We have to light the stove later, otherwise the stove will heat up without charcoal, and it will really be haunted.