Although Song Bo was cooking mutton stewed with radish and mixed cold dishes on the other side, he went out several times in the middle, so he did not see the final assembly of the "rabbit buns", so he had no idea about Su Qingluan's "finished buns".
Although Su Qingluan basically did nothing else except steaming buns, she still gave some off-field guidance on stewing the mutton - adding two slices of angelica to enhance the flavor.
Song Bo usually only adds green onions, ginger and salt, and never gives much thought to spices - rather, according to Song Bo's military background, his style is always picnic-style. When he is outside, salt is good enough, so why would he care about other seasonings?
What's more, Angelica dahurica is relatively less popular than spices like Sichuan pepper and aniseed, because compared to "spices" and "seasonings", it is mostly used as a medicinal plant. This is the first time that Song Bo has seen someone use Angelica dahurica as a seasoning.
However, it has been proved that the unique fragrance of Angelica dahurica complements mutton. It can not only cover up the special fishy smell of mutton, but also neutralize this fishy smell into a special aroma, making the mutton soup more delicious.
Su Qingluan calculated the time and when she saw it was almost time, she brought out the steamed buns and covered them with a lid. The little rabbits were lying in circles on the straw lid, looking very cute.
Suddenly, she remembered a line from a movie in her previous life: rabbits are so cute, how can you eat them?
...Hmm, I suddenly want to eat cold rabbit, but unfortunately there is no chili. How about trying to make a spicy rabbit head with Wuzhuyu some other time? Su Qingluan pondered in her mind and turned to carry the whole curtain of steamed buns into the house.
When Song Bo saw the buns covered with a curtain, he said jokingly, "Oh, this has disturbed the rabbit's nest!"
Mu Xingzhi washed his hands, picked up a bun and played with it, examining it carefully. "As expected of Qingluan, you're good at using simple ingredients to make an ordinary bun look so lifelike."
Su Qingluan raised her chin proudly. "Thank you for the compliment, but... this isn't just any 'ordinary steamed bun,' ok?" She then picked a rabbit from the second round and replaced the one in Mu Xingzhi's hand. "Try this one and see if you like it."
After saying that, she took another rabbit from the second layer and handed it to Song Bo: "Please try it too - anyway, we are all standing, so it doesn't count as being at the same table with Mu Xingzhi, right?" As she spoke, Su Qingluan and Song Bo blinked.
Song Bo originally wanted to turn around and leave, but when he heard this, he looked at Mu Xingzhi.
Although Su Qingluan also wanted to have one more person to eat with to make it more lively, it was obvious that the matters between the master and the servant were not something she could interfere in.
But she didn't interrupt, did she? At most, she just looked at Mu Xingzhi eagerly.
This kind of direct gaze, let alone Mu Xingzhi's keen senses, even if he was a dull person, he would have reacted if he was stared at like this.
For some reason, Mu Xingzhi felt that that look always reminded him of some small animals - of course, he did not have the extra pity for animals that many people had, after all, he was no more compassionate towards people.
But this direct gaze made Mu Xingzhi want to touch Su Qingluan's slightly hairy head.
Of course, Mu Xingzhi didn't do that. He didn't even glance at Su Qingluan. He just said to Song Bo, "I've said it before, there's no need for you and me to be so formal."
However, Song Bo still said, "Etiquette cannot be abolished," and wanted to take his own portion out to eat.
Su Qingluan quickly stopped him and said, "Song Bo, please don't try it yet. The fillings here are all different. If you can't accept it, you can try it with ordinary steamed buns. If you can accept it, then we can talk about it."
Filling? Song Bo was stunned for a moment before he remembered what Su Qingluan had said to him before. He nodded to Mu Xingzhi, turned around and took a careful bite.
At the same time, Mu Xingzhi also picked up a steamed bun and took a bite.
Su Qingluan chose for these two people not the steamed buns with thin skin and large fillings, but the ones with cheese inside that was only the size of a chestnut kernel. This way, they could try the shredded cheese while the filling was only the size of a bite. Even if they didn't like it very much, they wouldn't take a second bite, and it wouldn't be difficult to swallow.
At the same time, Su Qingluan was also carefully observing how stringy the cheese became after being heated again.
Su Qingluan herself chose one with "thin crust and large filling". After all, she is an avid fan of string cheese. In her previous life, she often stocked up on mozzarella cheese at home. Whether she was eating hot pot or cooking instant noodles, she would add a lot of mozzarella cheese. It was even more indispensable when eating baked rice or pizza.
So when the hot steamed bun came into her mouth, the familiar delicate, soft and milky taste filled her tongue, and Su Qingluan felt like crying for a moment: It's so delicious!
But in the Su family, Su Qingluan never had the opportunity to make cheese like this. It was not for any other reason, but because it took several kilograms of milk to make such a small piece of cheese, which was considered a "waste of food" in the minds of Yang and Su Guangfu.
What's more, his younger brothers and sisters had drunk cow's milk before, but their stomachs were uncomfortable and they were obviously lactose intolerant, so Su Qingluan didn't dare to make too many dairy products at home.
After taking a bite of the cut surface, the heated cheese slowly flowed out like liquid, giving Su Qingluan a warm and healing feeling.
Su Qingluan sucked the flowing cheese into her throat and looked at the other two: "What do you think of this filling?"
"Is this made from cow's milk?" Song Bo was very curious. "I've been marching in the north for many years and have had a lot of contact with the northern nomads, but I've never heard of such a method of making dairy products!"
Mu Xingzhi lowered his eyes to look at the semi-fluid filling. "It has a strong milky aroma and a delicate and unique taste. If it were topped with honey or something, it would be even more popular—especially among women."
Su Qingluan's eyes lit up when she heard this: This guy really hits the nail on the head every time! So she nodded and said, "If there's a chance to expand all three stores, this will be one of the new dim sum that Su Ji will introduce!"
Although there are "three stores", Su Qingluan understands that the competition in the dairy products market in the north is fierce. Although the taste of the string cheese is novel, it is not very unique after all. Su Qingluan once sent people to investigate the taste of the Jiangnan branch. Although they like sweet food, they are relatively not fond of hot dairy products. Instead, they prefer "crispy mountains" represented by cold drinks.
The hotter this stringy cheese is, the more it can highlight the unique "stringy" taste. If it is made into a "cold drink", it will not be much different from ordinary milk tofu cubes.
Among the three stores, the most suitable place to promote this new product is naturally the capital. After all, Jingzhou, as the capital, although not as northernmost as Liangzhou and covered with ice and snow for half of the year, is relatively speaking in the entire country, it is still considered to be in the north.
Therefore, the natural environment in Tonghuaxi Village, Jingzhou is not very different. There are months of snow falling here. At this time, if you can eat sweet and stringy steamed buns or hot snacks, it is definitely a happy thing.
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