Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The fire in the stove has gone out, but the oil...
The fire in the stove had gone out, but the oil was still sizzling and emitting an aroma.
As Song Mian flipped the golden pies on both sides with a spatula, rich gravy slowly flowed down from the thin crust, making it look even more tempting.
Song Zhuo swallowed his saliva. It smelled good, really good.
Song Fuxue was originally lying down to recuperate, but when he smelled the fragrance, he felt unable to lie down any longer, so he came over to take a look.
Wenlan was serving porridge when she saw this and praised: "Mianmian is very talented. Even if she is just trying, she can do it so well."
Song Zhuo helped serve the porridge and smiled when he heard this: "Sister is really amazing."
Song Zhenge held the bowl of porridge and said in a gentle voice: "Thanks to Mianmian, otherwise..."
Since they had never been in the kitchen, they couldn't imagine how terrible cooking would be. Just a bite of cooked food would probably cause a huge mess.
Song Chi didn't answer and just kept eating the pie.
The crust is golden brown and crispy, while the inside is soft. The meat filling is finely blended and tastes great. With just a sip, the meat flavor melts in your mouth. It is fat but not greasy, and crispy and tasty.
Song Fuxue also ate along with him. The satisfaction on his face was almost overflowing, and the depression and anxiety in his heart were swept away.
"It smells so good, so good." Song Zhuo took two bites to satisfy his craving and gave her a thumbs up.
Song Mian also felt very happy. Having meat to eat was a good life. Having to fill his stomach with porridge was not a life for a human being.
"Your pie business is indeed viable!" Song Zhenge affirmed.
"We are short of money, so we only sell pies for now. They are served quickly and sell well, so one person can support us." Song Mian raised the corner of her lips. She really likes her current life.
And at this time——
All the pancakes on the plate were eaten up, leaving only the crumbs.
Song Chi couldn't resist his greed and even picked up the biscuit crumbs to eat.
“It’s crispy and delicious.”
Gao Xiu's face was full of emotion, Mianmian's cooking skills were really great.
After eating and drinking, Song Chi held his round belly and asked in a milky voice, "Are we going to do it again tomorrow?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
In Song Chi's regretful eyes, her tone softened: "When we make money, we will cook meat for Chi Ge'er every day."
Song Chi: "Oh."
He was full of pie and didn't want to eat the painted pie.
After eating the pie she made herself, Song Fuxue felt at peace. Under the moonlight, the chirping of insects and the barking of dogs, she went to the butcher's house and asked him to reserve five pounds of pork belly and come to pick it up at the hour of Mao the next day.
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Since he decided to try setting up a stall tomorrow, Song Mian went to bed early in the morning.
The next day, when she woke up, it was still dark.
Song Mian thought she woke up early, but when she got dressed and came out, she saw a dim light on in the kitchen and could hear faint sounds.
Judging from her figure, she looks like my aunt.
really.
Song Mian walked over while chewing a willow branch, and saw his aunt cutting meat with her sleeves rolled up.
"Why don't you get some more sleep?" she asked.
"I couldn't sleep, so I got up and saw your father brought the meat back, so I chopped the stuffing first." Wenlan replied in a low voice.
Song Mian spit out the willow branch, rinsed his mouth and washed his face, and came over to help after he had finished cleaning up. By the way, the green onions had been picked and the ginger had been chopped, and the preparations were basically done.
All that's left is the minced meat.
"Let me chop it?" Song Mian whispered.
"I'll do it. You'll be going to town to sell pies later. Some people are busy and tired, so don't snatch them." Wenlan said with a smile.
That’s true.
After cutting the meat and starting to chop the stuffing, the sound of banging bang was heard, and everyone woke up one by one. The sound of rustling voices was heard, and everyone started to get up.
Song Fuxue went to fetch some water, intending to wash off the thistle paste on his body and apply a new one. As soon as he wiped it off, he was shocked.
"Third brother, the redness and swelling of my wound have disappeared. How is your wound?"
Two days ago, his wound was red, swollen and inflamed, and he had no money to buy medicine. He was worried that it would rot, but he didn't expect it to heal so quickly.
"The inflammation seems to have improved a lot." Song Zhenge looked at his wound with a look of surprise on his face.
Just as the two were about to pound the thistle again to apply to the wound, they heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." Song Fuxue straightened his collar.
Song Mian walked in and saw that he hadn't pounded the thistle yet, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll make you some thistle paste."
This action is not important. What is important is that she wants to add spiritual spring water into it so that their wounds can heal faster.
At Aunt Zhao's house next door, the scene of a group of people working at the command is really mouth-watering.
She wants it too.
"We can do it ourselves, the wound will heal soon." Song Fuxue felt pain all over her body.
After spending a month in the hands of the Embroidered Uniform Guards and suffering so many casualties, the two of them were able to hold on simply because they were young and in good health.
"The medicine I made is very effective." Song Mian chuckled.
Song Fuxue: ...Oh, yes.
It was true that their injuries healed faster after she took action.
"You have to wrap it with gauze today. I'll go with you to sell pies." Song Fuxue instructed her how to wrap the gauze.
Song Mian's eyes widened: "You're still going out when you're injured like this?"
There was no way she could be a silver hairpin last time. She was just a half-grown child, but people ignored her and couldn't even see her. Even ordinary adult men had to stand on tiptoe because she was not tall enough.
"It's just a minor injury." Song Fuxue grimaced in pain behind his back, but in front of his daughter, he looked calm.
Song Mian glanced at him suspiciously and said, "Then go wash up. Auntie, hurry up and prepare the meat filling. We'll leave soon."
You have to arrive in town before the sun comes out, reserve a spot, knead the dough, etc. By the time you have finished cleaning up, people should have started to go to the market.
"It just so happens that tomorrow is a double-digit day, which is a big market day. I think there will be a lot of people coming." Song Mian smiled, feeling a little hopeful.
She wasn't sure if it would sell well, but she still had hope.
Wu Dalang in "Jin Ping Mei" sold pancakes, but he was able to buy a two-story house in Qinghe County. She made pies, but did not dream of buying a house. It should be fine for her to just dream of having enough food and drink.
Song Fuxue nodded.
The two drank a bowl of porridge, ate a boiled egg, and pushed their belongings into town on a cart.
At this time, it was still dark and a hazy light and shadow were faintly visible.
By the time the two of them arrived at the market and found a place to set up their things, it was already dawn.
Song Mian began to knead the dough. She started by trying a little bit, and was prepared to add more dough if there was too much water, and add more water if there was too much dough.
"There's a lotus leaf vendor next door. I'll go buy some and use them to make pies later." Song Fuxue lit the coal first, waited for it to slowly burn, looked around, and then he slapped his head before he remembered.
Song Mian:!
It was indeed my first time doing business. Even though I had thought everything through, there was still something missing.
Fortunately, there is everything at the big market.
From small items like needles and thread to large items like carriages and horses, everything is available.
After the dough is kneaded, let it rest for a while, place the griddle on the charcoal basin, and wait for the pan to heat up.
On her left was an old lady selling porridge, and on her right was an old man selling buns. She was busy for a while, and then she realized after listening to their conversation that they were an elderly couple traveling together.
"Auntie, how about we change seats?" Song Mian felt a little embarrassed.
"Little girl, no need to change. What are you selling?" The old lady smiled cheerfully and looked at her.
"I sell pies. I'll give you a bite later." Song Mian said quickly.
As he spoke, Song Fuxue came back carrying a bunch of lotus leaves.
At this time, the coals were burning and the fire was very strong. He pressed it down with coal soil to keep the heat at medium, and then watched her make pies.
Song Mian's technique was not very skilled, and he barely made a round cake. He brushed a thin layer of oil on the griddle, put the pie in to bake, and then made another one.
Slowly, the place was filled with palm-sized pies. Some of the pies were already golden brown from the baking, emitting the unique aroma of pies.
No one paid attention at first, but as the fragrance came out, passers-by started looking over frequently.
"What is this?"
"The pancake is filled with pure meat filling and baked in hot oil. It smells very good. Would you like to try one, brother?" Song Fuxue used the words he remembered others used to persuade him to buy things to persuade passers-by to buy his pancakes.
"Pure meat pie, thin crust and big filling, fragrant and crispy!" he shouted to passers-by.
Seeing his clear eyes and natural expression, Song Mian couldn't help but be stunned.
He used to be such a favored child, but now that his days are numbered, he still has the courage to face the bleak life. He has a really good heart.
Of course, she also admired herself. In her previous life, she graduated from Peking University and Tsinghua University, no different from him. Now that she became the daughter of a criminal, and faced the long road ahead, she was not discouraged at all. She could still pick up the hand that held the pen and live seriously, taking care of the daily necessities of life.
"Is this delicious?" A woman came over with her child, curiously looking at it.
Hearing this, Song Mian cut off a small piece with a spatula without hesitation and handed it to the child to eat. He smiled and said, "Your child is growing well and looks smart. Let him eat it and tell you."
The woman shook her head and laughed when she heard this: "My child has a picky appetite. It's usually very difficult to get him to eat. If he really likes it, then you guys are amazing. I will definitely buy it for him."
The child took the pie and looked up at his parents first. When he saw the woman nod, he put it in his mouth to taste it.
Just from this scene, you can tell that her family should be a wealthy family in the town and they never lack meat to eat.
After the child finished eating, he looked at the pancake eagerly and nodded softly: "Grandma, baby wants to eat it."
The woman asked, "How much do you sell these pancakes?"
"The white flour and fine meat used in my sesame cakes are all good stuff. They cost three cents each. If you buy two, it will be five cents." Song Fuxue replied slowly.
After all, he was the top scholar in the imperial examination and was also handsome and elegant. Now he was over thirty, at the peak of his maturity. Even in a simple cotton robe, he was still exceptionally handsome and many people looked at him secretly.
With injuries on his face, he stood straight.
Selling things in such a gentle voice gave him a somewhat fragmented and restrained aura.
"Then give me four." The woman stared at him for a moment, then took the three pies wrapped in lotus leaves. Seeing that he wrapped one by himself, she felt even more satisfied and said with a smile, "If it tastes good, I'll come back next time."
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