Following Jiang Ran's actions, Wang Cuilan and the others also saw the other side of the paper. There were some pastries drawn on it and three particularly beautiful words — Small Food Shop.
"Our shop's name is printed on it. This can be considered a kind of publicity."
Although this county town was not particularly big, it was not considered small either. With so many people in the county town, it was impossible for everyone to know about their shop.
Their shop's name and address were written on the packaging box. Occasionally, when they met someone who liked the food, they would naturally follow the address and come over.
This was already the most common publicity method before Jiang Ran sent the letter.
But now, it was still considered relatively advanced.
The hardness of this kind of paper box could only be considered average. After folding it, it still needed to be glued. When the glue dried, the box was almost done.
The finished boxes were stacked together and placed on the counter.
After the date cake was steamed, the fragrance floated out. Not long after, someone came to the door.
It was none other than Uncle Jiang.
Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang were old and liked to eat sweet and soft things.
After smelling the date cake, they walked over with their backs behind them.
Originally, Uncle Jiang just wanted to buy some date cake, but when he came over, he saw the peach cake at a glance.
Peach cake was the same as date cake. It was suitable for old people to eat.
"Is this peach cake freshly made?" Uncle Jiang asked with a smile.
"Yes!
It's freshly baked. Uncle, why don't you try a piece first? "
As Jiang Ran spoke, he was about to take the peach cake.
Seeing this, Uncle Jiang hurriedly stopped him. "Don't. We're all businessmen. What's the price?"
"Fifty cents for two yuan."
The ingredients used for the peach cake were not cheaper than the date cake, but it was not as big as the date cake. Of course, the price was cheaper.
But in fact, fifty cents for two yuan was not very cheap.
But for Uncle Jiang, fifty cents for two yuan was not expensive. "Then give me four yuan and two pieces of date cake."
In the new shop, Jiang Ran also custom-made a new container. It was a rectangular iron box specially used to steam the date cake.
This way, the jujube cake was square and looked more beautiful. It was cut into pieces and sold at the same price as before.
A piece of jujube cake that cost 50 cents was not a small piece. When it was placed in the box made by Jiang Ran, it was exactly a box.
Such a piece of jujube cake could be cut into six small pieces.
Jiang Ran cut it for him so that Master Jiang could take it back and share it with his family.
The four pieces of walnut pastry were also placed in a box, which looked particularly beautiful.
Old Master Jiang looked at Jiang Ran and nodded approvingly. "The food is still the same, but after being packed by you, it really makes people feel … better."
Hearing this, Jiang Ran just smiled and didn't say anything.
Old Master Jiang gave him 1.50 yuan before leaving with a box in each hand.
As he walked, he mumbled, "Convenient, this is really convenient."
Previously, when he bought jujube cakes, they were all wrapped in paper.
Although the paper box was also made of paper, it gave off a different feeling.
Those who were fond of this kept track of the time. After Old Master Jiang left, there was an endless stream of people.