After Old Lady Huang finished steaming the food, Tao Chunhua and the others looked at it and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Mom, this is so beautiful, isn't it? It's as beautiful as a real hibiscus flower."
Old Mrs. Huang said happily: "What's this? This needs to be fried in oil."
When she put the steamed food into the oil pan and fried it, she heard a crackling sound, and the hibiscus flowers that were originally in bud suddenly blossomed.
This surprised everyone even more.
Huang Jingjing quickly said: "Grandma, this is so beautiful, what should I do if I don't want to eat it?"
Old Mrs. Huang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. If I make more, you will be willing to give it up."
The first time, she made ten and gave everyone in the family a portion.
The most amazing thing is that after steaming, she put rouge in the middle. After frying, the faint trace of rouge looks as beautiful as a flower stamen.
She also took a bite herself. It was fragrant and crispy, and the filling had a strong flavor of red bean paste.
Huang Jingjing smiled and said, "Grandma, this is the most delicious snack I have ever eaten."
When Old Mrs. Huang was so happy, she immediately made ten more, put them in a basket, and took them to Qingyun Tower while delivering crayfish and snails.
The shopkeeper looked at it and asked, "What is this? Why is it so beautiful?"
Old Mrs. Huang smiled and picked up one, and handed it to him. "Just try one to see if it tastes good."
The shopkeeper was amused and picked one up to taste it carefully.
The next second, his expression froze. "It's delicious. It's really delicious. Is this really a bun?"
Mrs. Huang said: "If you think it's okay, I can deliver it to you, but the ones I deliver are not fried like this.
"I can only steam it and serve it to you. When the customer wants it, you can fry it and serve it."
The shopkeeper smiled and nodded repeatedly, "This is so delicious. My chef can only make steamed buns and steamed bread."
Because the dough was not fermented well, the buns and steamed buns were hard and not tasty at all.
If the filling wasn’t so delicious, I’m afraid no one would eat it.
Old Mrs. Huang smiled and said, "Well, I'll give you 100 of them today, and each one costs 10 yuan. What do you think?"
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's worth it."
Ten cents each, it’s quite expensive, but who can come to Qingyun Tower for dinner? They must be rich, right?
Ten of them cost only one hundred dollars, which is just a drop in the bucket for them.
It is still quite expensive for ordinary people, especially those in the countryside, who simply cannot afford it.
I only get thirty bucks a day's work, and I'm exhausted.
After returning home, Old Lady Huang arranged new work for him.
Fortunately, this job can only be done by women, not men.
The women in the village all signed up enthusiastically.
Old Mrs. Huang selected ten young women who were all skillful and clever.
Let them come to the house to help every day.
Afterwards, she immediately asked Huang Dalong to clean up the kitchen at home and add a noodle counter.
There is also red bean paste. The red beans need to be soaked in advance and then ground into a paste.
Therefore, stone millstones and other things are indispensable.
And red beans, she had already bought them from town.
The next day, early in the morning, the men were busy trapping and catching crayfish, and fishing for snails.
The ten young wives came to Old Lady Huang's home.
Old Mrs. Huang arranged everything for them and gave them their respective duties.
Those who make fire do the fire, those who grind beans do the beans, those who knead the dough, those who make the shapes, etc., all are arranged properly.
In just half a morning, one hundred hibiscus cakes were made.
Old Mrs. Huang immediately asked Huang Xiaohu to drive her to Qingyun Tower.
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