Su Qingluan fried two pots of tofu, and due to the limited size of the colander, there were still a few pieces of tofu left.
She touched her rumbling stomach and decided to have a meal for herself.
So after frying the last few pieces of tofu, she opened the ventilation of the bellows to the maximum, made the fire stronger, raised the oil temperature, and fried them again quickly before placing the remaining pieces of tofu separately in a small bowl.
The oil used to fry tofu does not have a strong fishy smell like the oil used to fry fish, nor does it have a lot of oil residue due to being used too many times, so it can be cooled and used again. However, before using it next time, you need to sprinkle flour in it to absorb the food residue after eating the oil residue.
After processing the soybean oil, Su Qingluan changed to the earthenware jar usually used for making soup, added about half a jar of cold water into it, and closed the vent a little.
Su Qingluan turned and tasted a piece of tofu. It hadn't collapsed after being re-fried, its outer shell still crispy, while the inside was tender and soft. She thought to herself that it really didn't taste good this way. While the bean aroma was still delicious, it was a bit bland.
After thinking about it, Su Qingluan found black pepper, cumin, dogwood and sesame, sprinkled these seasonings on the tofu cubes, and added a little bit of salt to adjust the taste. Sure enough, the originally bland fried tofu immediately had a barbecue flavor!
Su Qingluan ate three pieces in one breath, and when she felt full, she turned around and asked Su Xueyan, who looked disgusted, "You really don't want to eat it? I added seasoning."
The little girl rubbed her nose in disgust: "I saw it. Sister added dogwood. My tongue hurts after eating it!"
Su Qingluan laughed: My little sister is still so afraid of spicy food. So she smiled as if tempting Little Red Riding Hood's wolf grandmother: "Sister, I only put a little bit of dogwood powder, just this little bit." She held up two fingers and gestured at an imperceptible distance. "It's really not spicy at all."
"Humph, I don't believe it," Su Xueyan pouted, "You said the barbecue wasn't spicy last time, and the time before that!"
The little girl was clearly filled with resentment, while Su Qingluan gave a guilty laugh – teasing children was truly fun. However, her naughty brother was teased even harder.
At this time, faint voices were heard outside the courtyard gate - Su Guangfu, Yang and Su Xuanhe were back.
Su Xiaoer looked a little listless today. Su Qingluan later asked her mother privately and found out that she had been too proud of herself a few days ago and ended up in tragedy. She had forgotten to memorize a large section of the book for today's test, which made the little guy dejected for a while.
However, children's emotions come and go very quickly. After drinking a bowl of steaming hot and sour bean soup, the boy became lively again.
He was resurrected with full health, but after Su Qingluan had eaten and drunk her fill, she still had to work overtime - after all, the client from the Xie Mansion was still waiting.
But when she thought that at least Mu Xingzhi would be forced to work overtime as well - and he couldn't stop working overtime unless she was satisfied - she suddenly felt refreshed.
This kind of shifting of contradictions is shameless, but it is very useful. The suffering of workers can only be alleviated by seeing workers suffering even more.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan began to write the recruitment notice.
She calculated the number of people on the entire production line and found that no matter what, the maximum number of people would be around twenty. After all, although her original intention was to set up as many jobs as possible to get more villagers involved so that she could "give money" to everyone openly, she couldn't make it look too "performance-oriented".
In other words, Su Qingluan arranged the workload for each job position very tightly, as if to say, "I have to work very hard to get this generous salary."
Of course, this is not because she has nothing to do and is deliberately looking for trouble with others.
One reason for doing this is to allow everyone to feel at ease when collecting money, so that they don't feel that they cannot help others, and there will also be no "a little bit of kindness and a big bit of resentment", which makes people think that the Su family is stupid and easy to bully because they have a lot of money.
More importantly, Su Qingluan knew that Zhang Ma was not completely confident in the "wild fruit jam" she made, so she used strict screening and complicated craftsmanship, telling Zhang Ma that every step of the process was "strictly controlled," "selected craftsmanship," "constantly striving for perfection," and "craftsman spirit."
In short, luxury goods, regardless of their contents, must be presented with utmost fanfare. Even if this "luxury product" is just a jar of jam, from the selection of raw materials to the design of the outer packaging, it must highlight its "uniqueness"!
However, although it was for the purpose of "showing off and creating momentum", Su Qingluan had no intention of giving in when it came to taste control.
The original jam making process on modern assembly lines involves high-temperature sterilization, canning and sealing, and the jams are crushed and stirred by professional machines, making them more delicate and smooth.
However, there were naturally no blenders or high-temperature inactivation devices in ancient times, so these two steps had to be performed manually.
This means that every step in making jam requires the same patience as when you followed your supervisor's experiments in college - especially the step of washing the bottles - to be competent.
Su Qingluan was thinking about the screening criteria for recruiting staff in her mind, and marked them in detail on the notice: serious, careful, dexterous... Thinking that both she and the Xie family would probably be very picky and put forward many requirements, Su Qingluan added a sentence "strong ability to withstand pressure".
"Wait, could the ancients understand what this sentence means..." Su Qingluan muttered, crossed out the word again, and continued to write: mild temper, hard-working and persevering.
After adding a bunch of conditions, Su Qingluan was still worried: Although the villagers of Huaxi Village are generally simple and honest, to be fair, they all have their own shortcomings.
Not to mention others, even the Su family members themselves often had some minor frictions. The two little guys, Su Xueyan and Su Xuanhe, often had a "black history" of not telling the truth because of trivial things like wanting to steal food.
Such a young child knows how to fight for his own interests through lies. Su Qingluan looked at the wages that were not too exaggerated, but obviously higher than the usual wages for odd jobs, and shook her head with a wry smile.
She wanted to believe that human nature was inherently good, but her past life experiences had left her with an infinite range of possibilities. She wasn't sure if anyone would embellish or even lie about their abilities for the sake of such generous compensation—after all, in modern times, there's a term for that called "resume optimization," right?
So she added another line at the end of the job notice: The registration deadline is two days later, on the 22nd of this month. Those who want to apply for the job please come to the outside of Su Carpenter's compound at noon for an interview. Only those who pass the interview will be successfully hired.
Of course, considering that everyone has to sacrifice their busy farming season to help, a thank-you gift will be prepared regardless of whether the application is successful or not.
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