Chapter 25 Chapter 25 The morning light shines, and the parasol trees turn yellow.
In the morning light, the parasol trees appear yellow.
Song Mian stood under the sycamore tree, her hands flying, wrapping the pie non-stop. Her hands were skilled, and with a pat, a push, a knead, and a press, a round pie fell into the griddle.
The griddle was soon filled.
She continued wrapping the dumplings while Lu Jinshu stood by, helping to watch the heat. When he saw the dumplings were slightly yellow, he turned them over and baked them again.
The two of them worked together to make pancakes and soon finished a pot.
Lu Jinshu quickly packed up and put away what the person in front of him ordered.
"Don't worry, we've prepared 20 kilograms of stuffing today. The cart is full. Just wait a moment and everyone will have some."
Song Mian said it with great confidence.
However--
She underestimated Qinghe Town's passion for pie.
The griddle never stopped, the pies were being baked all the time, and some people couldn't wait any longer. They watched her baking the pancakes for a long time and insisted on buying raw ones to bake at home.
"This... requires controlling the heat." Song Mian hesitated.
After all, if the food you buy is burnt and tastes bad, it will ruin her reputation.
"I've been making pies all my life," the old woman chuckled. "I've eaten more pies than you, kid, have ever seen."
Song Mian frowned when he heard this.
I asked her how many she wanted, and wrapped them in lotus leaves for her, repeatedly reminding her to make sure they were cooked thoroughly before eating. If she felt they were not suitable, she should show them to her, as safety is the most important thing when it comes to food.
"I know, I know, you're such a nagging little bastard."
Song Mian didn't get annoyed by the reputation of being long-winded. He just smiled and said, "It's okay to be a little long-winded, as long as it doesn't cause any problems."
The old woman said a few words to the people she knew in the crowd, then turned and left.
"I don't recommend you do this. Wait a little while and chat with the people around you. Time will pass quickly."
Song Mian said with a smile.
She is young and hasn't grown up yet, which gives her a bit of a androgynous vibe. Overall, her eyebrows and eyes are too delicate and heroic, so it's hard to tell if she is a girl or a boy.
She always dressed as a man, so others thought she was a boy.
That's why I always call her Young Master.
It was also very interesting at that time. Many women used to wear men's clothes, and many students used to wear women's clothes.
The main focus is on freedom of clothing.
However, Song Mian had never seen a student wearing women's clothing, so she thought that if she had the chance, she could ask Zhao Bowen to introduce one to her so that she could at least take a look and witness history.
"Mr. Song, why don't you talk about what kind of girl you like?" A woman looked at her and said with a smile.
Song Mian: ...
"I like soft and cute girls." She said honestly.
She is rather rigid and uninteresting, so she likes the kind of sweet, soft and coquettish little girls, which can make up for some of her own shortcomings.
She lacked these, and when she saw them, she couldn't take her eyes off them.
When people asked her about the girl she liked, they didn't really want to know, but they wanted to see the shy and awkward attitude of the young boy when he heard such a topic.
She was too frank and lost the fun.
The woman asked a few questions and saw that her eyes were clear, without any shyness or panic. Instead, she started talking about her own family affairs.
"My sister-in-law is so annoying. Even though her family is rich, she won't help us out. I have three children at home and asked her to help take care of them, but she was so spoiled that she said she couldn't take care of three children."
"Yeah, then won't your mother-in-law help you take care of it?"
"I raised the older one until he was ten, and the younger one until he was seven or eight. I was worried they wouldn't be close to me, so I brought them over to raise myself. But who knew she would just give up."
The woman became more and more excited as she spoke, scolding her mother-in-law, then her sister-in-law, and then her husband.
Song Mian listened attentively, eating the melon enthusiastically, and heard the woman say earnestly: "Mr. Song, you must treat your wife better in the future. It's not easy for her to bear children for you."
"Well, I'll listen to my sister-in-law."
She responded with a smile.
Without stopping his hands, he soon made another pot of pancakes. As soon as they were put in the basket, they were all reserved. Lu Jinshu wrapped them one by one in lotus leaves and handed them to the diners.
The woman couldn't help sighing: "You two brothers are so good-looking. There is no other young man more handsome than you."
Song Mian: ...
When her father was around, the women all looked at him. After all, her father was only in his early thirties, with broad shoulders and long legs. A handsome uncle was more attractive than a yellow-haired boy.
Now that Song Fuxue is teaching at home, she and Lu Jinshu have become the objects of ridicule.
Song Mian didn't respond, just smiled and made pancakes.
When the women saw her smile, they couldn't help but say, "What a pretty child!"
Song Mian: ...
Please, let her father come.
Lu Jinshu wrapped all the pies in the basket and handed them to them, then stood in front of Song Mian calmly.
Song Mian frowned.
It doesn't have to be like this.
"It's okay." Why be afraid of being seen when doing business? Besides, we are all women, so there is really no need.
Lu Jinshu looked at her stubbornly, but finally gave up when he saw her clear eyes.
I brought double the amount of meat filling today, thinking I would sell it for a longer time. However, I didn’t expect that there would always be people queuing up. As soon as the pancakes were made, they were sold out very quickly.
Even Sun Erya next door is envious.
"You smart people can sell pies better than us."
Song Xiaoshu nodded in agreement, his face full of admiration.
They really lived a good life following Song Mian.
After selling everything, Song Mian packed up and prepared to leave. She first went to the grocery store to buy some candy and snacks and some small gifts for her children.
Candied haws, pine nut candy, assorted candies, and osmanthus cake.
Song Mian bought some from each of them and took them back. Seeing that there were not many cakes, she thought of an old-fashioned cake, the honey egg cake, which was very popular in her childhood. At that time, all she wanted was to do well in the exam so that the dean's mother could reward her with a piece of cake.
After she graduated from college, she couldn't take her eyes off the video of her making egg cake when she was watching short videos.
This is really done.
Song Mian thought that since his family conditions were much better, he might as well give it a try.
All cakes require three things: sugar, oil, and eggs. White sugar is the most expensive, but you can still buy it if you are willing to spend money.
Song Mian did what he said and bought it immediately.
"One pound of sugar for one hundred and fifty cents?" Song Mian was surprised.
Nowadays, a pound of sugar costs only five or eight yuan, but in ancient times, sugar was a luxury and very expensive.
You have to buy it even if it is expensive.
Song Mian bought a pound of pies and felt a little distressed. Fortunately, he sold a lot of pies today. Even though the expenses were so high, there were still a lot left.
When I got back, I saw Song Zhuo and Song Chi reading aloud.
She washed, changed her clothes, and walked out with her hair wrapped, feeling much more comfortable.
If you want to make egg cakes, you need an oven, which of course you don’t have at that time, but she has yellow mud.
This stuff is everywhere in the world. If you dig up a basket of it, it will be enough to make an oven.
then--
Lu Jinshu was helping to mix the mud. Old Song was passing by the door, saw it, and immediately came over with great interest.
"Do you need help?"
"Yes, yes."
Song Mian said, smiling, "I have to thank Grandpa Song."
Old Song immediately got busy.
The oven is not very big, just like a big basket. After it dries, you can try baking small cakes.
Fortunately, everyone is familiar with making clay stoves.
Three days later, seeing that the clay oven was dry, Song Mian started making small cakes.
The more I think about it, the more greedy I become. I'm at my wit's end.
But she has experience with her eyes but not with her hands, so she needs to try it first.
First, they had to beat the eggs. Just this step almost broke her and Lu Jinshu's arms.
But when people have no energy, they tend to be lazy. She suddenly thought of the method of drilling wood to get the high-speed rotation, so she found a branch and a hemp rope, tied the hemp rope tightly to the bent branch, wrapped it around the chopsticks, and then held the bent part of the branch and sawed back and forth quickly.
Physical sawing is much faster than her manual work.
Soon the egg whites were whipped like cream, which was quite interesting to watch.
"What is this?" Lu Jinshu asked.
Song Mian said casually: "It's from some miscellaneous book I read before, right? I don't remember it very well."
Beat the egg white first. If it can stand up when picked up with chopsticks, it should be almost done. Song Mian then added sugar and flour and mixed them all in.
Add to that the essential spiritual spring water, and I’m sure the taste will be pretty good.
"What should we do next?" Lu Jinshu asked.
Song Mian asked him to put the egg liquid in a small tea bowl, put it in the oven, and then put the lit charcoal in.
When I first started making these, I didn’t quite know how to control the heat, but when I smelled the fragrance, I felt at ease.
“It smells so good.”
Song Mian sniffed in ecstasy; the aroma of baking cake was truly enchanting.
Unexpectedly, the noise summoned Song Xiaochi.
"Sister, what are you doing?" he asked in a milky voice.
Song Mian pinched his little face and said, "These are delicious little cakes. When they're ready, let Xiao Chi have some, okay?"
Song Chi nodded obediently.
The egg cake was very small and baked very quickly. Song Mian was not sure about the temperature, so he turned on the oven to see what the cake looked like. After looking at it twice and seeing that it was baked into a golden color, he felt relieved.
"Okay, let Xiaochi eat first."
The freshly baked honey egg cake was a little hot. Song Mian touched it lightly with her fingertips, retracted her hand when she felt the burn, and picked up some with chopsticks to feed Song Chi.
Song Chi raised his pale little face and waited quietly.
"Here." She said with a smile.
After giving it to Song Chi, she handed another piece to Lu Jinshu, but he was the type of person who would not take it unless given it to him.
At this time, Song Zhenge came out.
Seeing some fresh food, his eyes lit up and he picked it up to eat. Gao Xiu then tapped his hand and said, "Where are the gentlemanly etiquette you learned?"
"I'm an old farmer now! Not a gentleman!"
Song Zhenge retorted, then couldn't help but exclaim, "The texture is soft and delicate, and the sweetness is undeniable."
"It's delicious." He gave a thumbs up.
Song Mian sipped it in small bites. It was the taste she remembered. Her eyes reddened and she ate slowly.
Song Fuxue was eating happily and was about to tease her when she saw her eyes were red. She quickly came forward, hugged her in her arms, and patted her back gently: "Do you miss your mother?"
Song Mian thought, why is the motherland not considered a mother?
"Yeah." She nodded.
After giving her a gentle hug, Song Fuxue let her go and looked at her helplessly.
"Don't be afraid, Dad is always here."
His voice was gentle.
Song Mian sniffed and nodded obediently.
"Yeah, I know." Song Mian was eating the familiar honey egg cake and really missed the modern world.
He picked up a few egg cakes and put them in a small bamboo basket, and asked Song Zhuo to take them to his neighbors to eat.
Zhao Jufang is feeding chickens. She has a large family and wants to eat meat but can't afford to buy it, so she has to raise chickens herself. When her little boy is free, he goes to catch insects and feeds them to the chickens.
In spring, you can also touch clam shells and dig clam meat to feed chickens and ducks.
Seeing Song Zhuo coming with a small basket, she smiled and asked, "Zhuo, what's the matter?"
"Sister made egg cake, let everyone try it."
Song Zhuo said with a smile.
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