Chapter 113 Hand Pancake

Shen Xiucai smiled and said, "We've been sitting all day, so it's a good time to move around."

Wen Chengwen brought some cold tea at this time, which he had specially reserved for them: "Master, Han Xing, have a cup of cold tea."

Shen Xiucai wiped the water off his hands and took the bowl he handed over: "Is this the herbal tea you made today?"

"Yes, I saved it specially for you."

"I've heard a lot of people talking about it along the way. They say the Wen family's shop has ice cubes and herbal tea with ice cubes."

"Haha, it's all just the diners bragging."

Shen Hanxing drank the herbal tea, which was sour, sweet and refreshing, and had the effect of stimulating the appetite.

The dinner was simple, but Shen Xiucai and Shen Hanxing didn't complain. As long as it was cooked by Wen Zhenyi, the simplest food could become delicious.

After dinner, they were not in a hurry to leave. It was getting dark late, so they didn't have to worry about walking at night.

Wen Zhenyi also held a bowl of cold tea in his hand: "Dad, is the plaque ready?"

"It's ready and will be delivered tomorrow."

Chen Hanxing looked at Wen Zhenyi: "Are you planning to open tomorrow?"

"We originally planned to open the store as soon as the plaque was delivered, but we are short-staffed now, so I'm afraid we'll have to postpone it for a while."

Only then did Shen Hanxing realize that Zhu Tao was not there: "Where is Zhu Tao?"

Wen Zhenyi told him everything about Zhu Tao's family.

"The lack of manpower is a problem, but I think there are solutions if you want to open the business."

"What method?"

"Today I sent the saltpeter recipe to the mayor and Mr. Cheng. They are indebted to you now, so they will be happy to help with any small favor."

"Let's wait a few days until the affairs in the village are settled. I also want to send a message to my grandfather and the others to see if they are free to come."

"Okay, then you and I will come to help."

"You won't be here to help, but you will be my accountant."

"good."

When Mr. Shen and the others left, they specifically asked Wen Zhenyi for some herbal tea, intending to take it back for the teacher with whom they got along well.

Wen Zhenyi was very happy about this. You know, this was also a disguised hope that these teachers could teach Wen Yongnan and Wen Yongman well.

Wen Yongman is now reluctant to leave because it is so cool here.

Wen Zhenyi filled a bag with some saltpeter and told him how to use it, and then the little guy went back to the private school happily.

Ma Yinghe looked at Wen Zhenyi and shook her head helplessly: "Just spoil him."

"Mom, it's hard to sleep in this hot weather, and it will affect my studies the next day, right?"

"Just your bunch of reasons."

Wen Zhenyi stuck out his tongue.

Tomorrow she plans to make simple pasta and hand-pulled pancakes, which can be served with a poached egg or vegetarian. Since she has limited manpower, she doesn't plan to make anything too complicated.

Having made up their minds, they prepared to go to bed early.

Wen Zhenyi also placed a basin of ice in Wen Chengwen and their room so that they could sleep more comfortably at night.

In hot and humid weather, the presence of ice can also drive away some of the heat.

The next morning there was a heavy rainstorm and no one was in the market.

Wen Zhenyi looked at the dark sky and was considering whether to make breakfast this morning.

"Yi Yi, what are you looking at?" Wen Chengwen watched her looking at the sky.

"Dad, I'm watching to see if the rain will clear up, but if it does clear up soon, it's time to prepare breakfast."

"I don't think it will last long."

When Wen Zhen heard him say that, she stopped worrying and simply went to the kitchen to make hand-pulled pancakes. Even if there were no customers, they could keep them for themselves.

Ma Yinghe also came to the kitchen to help after washing up: "Yi Yi, what are we doing today?"

"We're making simple hand pancakes today."

"Hand-pulled pancake? Is there anything special about it?"

"It's nothing fancy. To put it more complicatedly, it's just some vegetables and meat rolled up in this pancake. But we're just going to keep it simple for now."

"Okay, what do you want us to do?"

"Mom, fry the fried egg. If a customer wants one, you can add it to the pancake."

"Okay, I'll fry some eggs."

Wen Zhenyi took out the flour and poured it into a bowl, then poured freshly boiled water into the flour and stirred it with chopsticks until it became snowflake-shaped. After it cooled down a little, he added cold water and oil and kneaded it into a very soft dough.

Let the dough rest for 25 minutes to rise, then divide it into balls of similar size.

Use a rolling pin to roll the dough into a very thin sheet so that you can see the grain of the wooden board underneath. Brush a layer of oil on it and sprinkle a little salt on it.

Fold the dough from one end like a fan, then roll it into the shape of a snail shell, centering on one side.

Finally, flatten it with your hands and roll it into a round cake of appropriate size with a rolling pin.

Wen Zhenyi then remembered that there was no frying pan here and she had forgotten about it. Now she could only use a big iron pot to try to make it.

"Dad, my stove is on low heat."

"Okay, I'll light a small fire for you." Wen Chengwen lit a small fire for her on another stove.

Wen Zhenyi brushed a layer of oil in the pan, fried it slowly over low heat, waited until one side was slightly golden, and then turned it over.

She took out the fried pancake and looked at it. She found that it was not bad, not as bad as she had imagined, but it was a bit demanding on her technique.

Wen Chengwen looked up and said, "Yi Yi, it feels like it's no different from an ordinary pancake."

Wen Zhenyi smiled and put a fried egg on the pancake, wrapped it up and handed it to him: "Dad, try it."

Wen Chengwen took the cake and took a bite. Then he looked at the place where he was about to bite. He found that the cake had layers of thin crisps and was full of fragrance. "Delicious."

Wen Zhenyi made another one and handed it to Ma Yinghe: "Mom, you try it too."

Ma Yinghe took it and took a bite. "It's delicious. It's not as hard as some pancakes. This one is crispy."

“It’s delicious even without eggs.”

The weather was just as Wen Chengwen described. It didn't rain for long, and by the time their breakfast was ready, the sky had cleared up.

There were still drops of water dripping from the leaves, and the bluestone slabs were washed clean by the rain.

Wen Chengwen went to the private school to deliver breakfast, and Ma Yinghe and Wen Zhenyi opened the door and started doing business.

As soon as the restaurant opened, a customer came in and said, "I thought it was raining so hard today that you wouldn't open the store."

"Open the door. I'm afraid you won't want to run on a rainy day." Ma Yinghe said with a smile.

"There's nothing we can do if we don't want to run. We still have to go to work and support our family."

"It's not easy. Today we only have hand-pulled pancakes, some with eggs and some without. What do you want to eat?"

"I want two without eggs."

"Okay. Sit down and rest for a while."

The hand-pulled pancakes are all prepared in advance, so customers don’t have to wait long before they can eat them.