Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Song Mian put down his sleeves and rubbed the cloth...
Song Mian put down his sleeves, rubbed the soapberries in the cloth bag, and rubbed them into foam to clean his hands.
She waited until her hands were washed before sitting down. She picked up the chopsticks and Gao Xiucai said with a smile, "Eat quickly."
Since she didn't come, no one started eating.
Song Mian pursed her lips and smiled: "You guys can eat first, you're welcome."
Aunt Zhao and the other two refused to sit down, saying they had already eaten at home and only wanted to learn how to make pan-fried dumplings, and they didn't dare to do anything else.
Before leaving, Aunt Zhao said anxiously, "We're not very good at making dumplings. What if they don't look pretty?"
Song Mian:!!!
She found that she had many misconceptions in her thinking. She always thought that ancient people made their own pasta, so they were more familiar with it.
But in fact, ordinary people simply cannot afford to eat white flour, and mainly eat steamed corn bread, so how can they make buns with beautiful folds?
"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through, but this is easy to solve. Put the pleats at the bottom, and the round, white, fat buns will look good too." Song Mian explained, and then quickly asked, "Will the dough be fermented?"
She thought everyone knew it, so she didn't teach.
"This will work." The dough needs to be leavened to make steamed buns.
This is not difficult, everyone can do it.
Song Mian was relieved. Seeing that they were determined to leave, he didn't try to stop them. He just smiled and said, "Then I won't keep you here. Go back."
Zhao Jufang waved her hand quickly and left.
After returning home, she couldn't help sighing, "This is the girl from a wealthy family. She's smart, pretty, and generous. She taught us how to make money. You guys can help take care of their land when you have nothing to do. Old Song, when you have nothing to do, take a few of their brothers and help water the land. We have to be kind and not let others suffer."
Old Man Song was squatting at the door coaxing his grandson. When he heard her explanation, he responded and asked curiously, "What did you teach me? What made you so obsessed?"
Speaking of this, Zhao Jufang became very excited.
She squatted down next to Old Man Song and tirelessly described how delicious the pan-fried dumplings were.
"They must be a wealthy family. They eat differently from us. How can they be so smart and come up with such a good idea? I have never eaten such delicious buns in my life. Tsk tsk, no wonder they make money from pies. The craftsmanship and novelty are extraordinary."
Zhao Jufang was full of praise.
Sun Erya on the side nodded frantically.
"Really? They used to say his family was smart, different from us peasants, but I didn't believe it. We both have the same nose and two holes, so what's the difference?"
"Look at it now, he has seen a lot, has a quick mind, and dares to think and act. Otherwise, he would be so poor and still have to eat plain rice and flour."
Sun Erya smacked her lips, feeling extremely envious.
In fact, his family lives a very good life. There are many strong laborers in the family, they are given a lot of land, and everyone is united. They work very hard and no one is lazy.
Here, no matter what, she can always fill her stomach. At her mother's house, she can only fill her stomach with watery soup.
But it can't be compared with the neighbors.
"If we have anything to do in the future, we should ask Mianmian for her opinion. She's like a little Zhuge Liang. I believe everything she says."
Sun Erya wished she could pull down the fence between the two families so that they could live as one.
Old Man Song: "You are really crazy."
Zhao Jufang snorted, "It's hard to explain to an ignorant old man like you. You'll understand once we make it."
She also told Old Song about her plan to share 50% of the profits. Old Song nodded repeatedly, saying that it was her duty.
After saying that, she emphasized, "I'll go help water the plants tomorrow, and then water the vegetable patch. Let them know. Even if you do good things, you have to leave your name behind. Got it?"
Old Man Song waved his hand: "...I understand."
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Song Mian was sitting there in a daze, thinking about how to improve the filling of the pie. She thought that the original big meat had been sold for a long time, and no matter how delicious it was, people would get tired of it. The tofu and minced meat filling she used for the pan-fried buns was very fragrant and delicious, and the cost was also controllable.
After some time, the lotus root will be ripe and it will be delicious if made into diced lotus root and meat filling.
Just as I was lost in thought, I heard a knock on the door.
Song Zhuo heard the voice, walked out, and asked with a smile: "Brother Xiaoshu? Come in and sit down."
Song Xiaoshu replied with a smile: "I'm here just to let you know. We've already watered your land, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."
Song Zhuo was stunned.
"Watered it?" he repeated, and quickly turned around and called out to the adults, "Dad, Xiaoshu said his family watered the trees for us. Come out quickly."
Song Fuxue was a little surprised. He walked out of the hut, greeted Xiaoshu and thanked him. He was very grateful in his heart. They were indeed kind people. They taught them how to make pan-fried dumplings and even did the work in their fields.
Song Mian heard the noise outside and looked over curiously, then heard the two of them talking about what happened in a hurry.
"We are so lucky to have such neighbors." She responded with a smile.
Song Fuxue nodded. He was originally packing up his father's manuscripts and was full of resentment, but the neighbor's kindness made him feel that everything his father did was worth it.
The next day, Song Mian took Sun Erya and others to the town to attend the market.
She was also pushing the cart.
Song Mian looked and saw that they were also pushing a cart with a charcoal basin and a griddle on it, obviously ready to sell pan-fried dumplings.
"Have you mastered it?" she asked with a smile.
Sun Erya shook her head nervously: "I'll just prepare two kilograms of stuffing and see if it sells well."
The experience of selling peaches gave her unlimited courage, but it was still not enough. She felt uneasy and extremely scared.
Song Mian smiled and gently comforted her: "It's okay, just like when you sell peaches, as long as you make them taste good, they will sell well."
The eyes of the masses are sharp.
When they arrived in the town, Song Mian set up a stall under the sycamore tree as usual. Before he even started, a crowd of people gathered around him.
"Miss Song, I want twenty pies. I had guests this morning. After hearing me brag about how delicious your pies were, they all said they wanted to try some." Zhao Bosheng said with a smile. He waved his hand and said, "I just want everyone around me to know that Wutong pies are delicious."
As a loyal fan, he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't eat for a day, just like he hasn't eaten at all.
I am also committed to letting everyone around me know about Amway.
Song Mian looked at the empty griddle and quickly comforted him, "Mr. Zhao, it will take about a quarter of an hour for the dough to rise and the filling to rise. It's a bit long. Why don't you go shopping first?"
Zhao Bosheng shook his head, smiled, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'm not in a hurry. It's quite interesting to watch you make pies."
He is telling the truth.
Miss Song is in her prime, with a fresh face, but she looks mature beyond her years, resembling his teacher, with the air of an old scholar, not as lively as a young person.
But there was a unique rhythm in her every move. Although she was making pies, the flying of her fingertips was full of beauty, as if she was playing a charming piece of music.
And he felt very happy that, although making pies was a step-by-step process and there was nothing special about it, it was magical to see her combine flour and a bunch of meat fillings and finally make a pie that would emit fragrance and make people happy when eaten.
Song Mian's business went smoothly, but Sun Erya had some difficulties. When she saw a crowd of people gathered at the stall next door, she became nervous, and her little dough became even more unruly in her hands.
But she stamped her feet, gritted her teeth, and tried to control her hands from shaking, wrapping the buns as neatly and beautifully as possible.
She put the buns in the pan and fried them. When she heard the sizzling sound, she felt relieved.
Zhao Bosheng noticed that she kept looking over there and asked curiously, "Your friend?"
Song Mian smiled and nodded: "My neighbor is a very nice person. The food she sells is different from mine. I'll make it later, you can try it."
The two chatted, looking very familiar with each other. Passersby who knew Zhao Bosheng would inevitably stop to say hello. After chatting for a while, they smelled an enchanting fragrance, which made it impossible to concentrate on the conversation. Instead, they kept looking at the griddle where the pancakes were being made.
The crust has been baked to a slightly yellow color and exudes an enticing wheat aroma.
"How much is this cake?" When the reserved question was asked, everyone became impatient.
In the early morning of midsummer, when it is a little cool, I stand under a sycamore tree and chat with a few good friends. With my stomach empty all night, the fragrance seems particularly attractive.
Song Mian replied loudly, "A pie costs three copper coins. The pan-fried buns next door are two for one copper coin. The first two pots of pie here were given to Mr. Zhao. You might have to wait a long time."
"It's okay, it can wait."
Anyway, we can just get together and chat, so there's no rush.
Song Mian smiled politely.
She looked at Sun Erya who was staring at the pot nervously, listening to the sound of water.
When Song Mian saw that his pie was ready, he scooped it up and put it in a basket beside him. Song Fuxue took the purse and packed it neatly, tying five of them together with a thin hemp rope, making them neat and beautiful.
Song Mian glanced at them. At first, they were so frantic making pies, hers all sorts of shapes, hers all twisted and turned, hers all twisted and turned. They'd both thrived on the deliciousness of their pies. But now, they'd made a qualitative change: one baked beautiful pies, the other beautifully wrapped them in lotus leaves.
It's a pleasure to look at just by looking at it.
The taste is also extremely wonderful.
Song Mian listened to Zhao Bosheng and the others chatting with a smile. They were all about things around them, which she treated as little gossip and listened with her ear tilted. She found it quite interesting.
"Mr. Zhao, your pie is ready."
Song Fuxue's clear voice rang out.
Zhao Bosheng was carrying a heavy pile of pies. He smiled and waved to the diners: "Wait a minute, I'm going back first."
He happily carried it away.
Song Mian waved at him and hurriedly took care of his griddle, occasionally looking at where Sun Erya was.
She did a lot, greeting the people around her somewhat awkwardly.
"This pan-fried bun costs two copper coins. You can try it first." Sun Erya's voice was smaller than a mosquito.
Song Mian: ...
The little girl, who is usually very lively and cheerful, is now shy.
She placed the pies in place and asked Song Fuxue to watch over the fire. Then she went to the next room, cut the dumplings in half, handed them to the curious people who came over, and said with a smile, "Try it, it's delicious."
She first handed it to a kind-looking woman who was holding a child. Even if the parents were reluctant to buy this kind of food, they would usually buy it after the child tasted it and nodded.
While the woman was still hesitating, the child had already taken it and eaten it.
"What a cute child, he looks smart and clever. How old is he this year?" Song Mian teased him with a smile.
The child covered his face and smiled shyly. His chubby and rosy little face looked extremely cute.
"It's delicious." He said softly.
Seeing that he was enjoying the meal, the woman bought two copper coins.
Sun Erya’s eyes widened instantly.
She just said a lot, but the other party thought the pan-fried dumplings were relatively new and had never seen them before, so he didn't buy any.
But since the child said it was delicious, she had no worries and bought it directly.
"Mom, it's delicious." The child ate two pan-fried dumplings in one breath. The woman smiled and ate the rest.
"It's really delicious." Seeing that it was delicious, the woman bought a few more and took them back to her family.
Some people started buying it and said it was delicious, and then people behind them followed suit.
Seeing that she was starting to make sense, Song Mian went back to take care of her own business. She understood clearly that one person could not support the family alone. Grandma Zhao was in charge of the neighbor's family. She was sensible and kind-hearted. If she could lead them to do business together and make money together, they would have a deep relationship and help each other. This would be better.
They were criminals returning to the village, not Concubine Xi returning to the palace. Having an informant in the village made everything easier.
Song Mian was looking through the pies when he heard a diner next to him impatiently say, "Give me these slightly yellow ones, I'll bake them when I get home and eat them."
Hearing the diner say this, she naturally had no objection and said with a smile: "Slowly fry it over low heat, it will be more fragrant when it comes out."
The diner nodded and said that they cooked all year round at home, and making the pie was not difficult, but they just couldn’t make it taste like theirs.
"This is a secret recipe passed down in our family for a hundred years. The formula has been adjusted for many generations, which is why it tastes so good." Song Mian replied with a smile.
Song Fuxue:?
Song Xiaoshu and Sun Erya heard it. They didn't know the details, but they knew that his family had been rich in Beijing, so it was normal for him to know so much.
This is the Prime Minister Song family!
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