26 Matcha Raspberry Balls
◎He wanted to give her two hard slaps◎
"Swindler" Jiang Qinglan is in her new store, inspecting the progress of the renovation.
Well, that’s right, Wang Huiniang does have a wide network of contacts.
Whether it is a painter to paint the walls, a bricklayer to build the stove, a painter to paint, or a carpenter to make tables, chairs and benches, she can find people for them all.
Today, the lobby has taken shape:
The walls have been painted, the tables, chairs and benches have been made, and the counter has been built.
Even space was left for the wine jar next to it.
In just a dozen days, a dilapidated bun shop was transformed into a quaint little restaurant.
The backyard isn't bad either.
In the past few days, they all worked together to renovate the kitchen.
Hu Zi led Tuan Tuan to reclaim the wasteland and planted some green onions and garlic sprouts.
As the opening day approached, Jiang Qinglan began to think about the main food and beverage business.
Nowadays, most civilians only eat two meals a day, in the morning and evening.
No cooking is done for lunch. People either eat leftovers from the morning or some cakes and pastries, which are called "dim sum".
As for breakfast, it is nothing more than steamed buns, steamed buns, porridge, fried dough sticks, and cakes.
But to make buns and steamed buns, not only do you have to get up early, but you also have to knead and beat the dough.
These are all purely physical work.
Therefore, most of the pastry chefs in the cafeteria are strong middle-aged men.
Jiang Qinglan is a delicate and frail young lady and cannot do this job.
Baozi and steamed buns are excluded.
Making fried dough sticks and pancakes is not difficult, but they have to be fried and spread on the spot, and each person has to make one.
This was very labor-intensive, and she was confined to the stall, unable to do anything else.
All that is left is porridge.
The cooking method of porridge, which is purely boiling, does not require much labor.
Just throw the ingredients into the pot, leave a few pieces of firewood in the stove and keep the fire low. When the time comes, the porridge will be ready.
In her previous life, she built an electric rice cooker in her dormitory.
Taking advantage of the dormitory manager's absence, she often makes porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, porridge with longan, red dates and glutinous rice, etc.
On a winter night, I would read a paper while eating porridge, which was warm and made me feel happy both physically and mentally.
It is summer now and people tend to lose their appetite easily. It is better to eat some light and delicious porridge in the morning.
She thought about it and finally decided on pork and carrot porridge and fish paste and vegetable porridge.
The former is cheap, selling for four cents a bowl, while the latter is expensive, selling for ten cents a bowl.
But even if fish paste porridge is sold for ten cents, it is not profitable.
The source of her income was the braised meat she sold at night.
Braised meat has high costs but huge profits.
The operation is also simple. Just prepare the marinade in the afternoon and add pork, beef and other ingredients to the marinade.
Another thing is that the aroma of the stew fills the air all afternoon long, and she doesn't even need to call out for it, so it naturally becomes a living signboard.
Just wait for diners to come and buy it, and at most you just need to cut it, it’s not a big deal.
In the summer now, no one wants to stand by the stove.
Don't stir-fry the vegetables; just make some cold leafy vegetables. Boil them in water, scoop in some of the secret seasoning, and mix them together.
What's more, you can also add root vegetables to the braised meat, such as lotus root, kelp knots, dried tofu, and bamboo shoots.
In addition, drinks such as iced glutinous rice balls, snow pear drinks, and black plum juice are good. They are sweet and sour, and can relieve summer heat. They are great with braised meat and cold vegetables.
Having made up her mind, she picked up a brush and wrote the words "Summer Menu" on a large bamboo plaque.
He also took out some small bamboo cards and wrote on them: fish paste porridge, braised pork head, braised lotus root slices, cold seasonal vegetables, mung bean ice dumplings, etc.
——
Xie Linchuan reported for duty at the Lin'an Prefecture Office, but instead of wandering around or sleeping as usual, he went to the yamen office.
Entering the yard, it was quiet and deserted except for a shirtless man in the middle of the dam, who was dancing vigorously with a white wax stick.
But as he shouted, he dodged and changed his shape.
The stalks of the white wax tree are like white silk pouring down from the sky, water can't get in and needles can't get out.
Xie Linchuan was shocked.
When he was young, the national policy of suppressing military power was not as obvious as it is now, so he also learned kung fu for a period of time.
Over the years, he practiced Cuju and secretly learned martial arts without the knowledge of the Prince of Dongping. However, none of his masters were as powerful as this one.
Princess Anguo only said that this man was an "old acquaintance" of hers. But Xie Linchuan knew at a glance that this man must have been a general who dominated the battlefield.
With a finishing move, the man put away the pole and tilted his head slightly.
In the sunlight, the two words "Queen of Thieves" tattooed on his cheekbone were clearly visible.
He glanced over here and said in a strong and steady voice: "Is your last name Xie?"
Xie Linchuan stepped forward immediately.
…
A few walls away, Yang Song was also busy. It was almost the end of the afternoon when he put away his brush.
He had been busy for a while, arranging dental certificates and filling out forms. Now that he finally had some free time, he realized that he was a little hungry.
He stretched, remembered something, and took out a bamboo lunch box from the cabinet.
The food box is about the size of two palms, and is filled with meatballs the size of pigeon eggs.
The little balls are all green and covered with matcha powder. They are crowded together and look very cute.
Yang Song was a very easily satisfied person. When he saw the tea berry pills, he smiled and ate one in one mouthful.
It has a fine powdery texture when you take a sip, a little bitter, but with a green tea aroma.
When your teeth crack the soft balls, the berry jam inside oozes out. It's sweet and sour, like nectar from a flower.
He was enjoying his meal when a voice suddenly came from behind him. "Mr. Yang, what are you eating?"
Yang Song turned his head and saw that it was Mr. Yan!
He no longer looked as lazy as before. He seemed to be sweating profusely, but he was full of energy.
Mr. Yan has been acting a little strange these days.
As for being late or leaving early, that's not the case. If I don't come, people will definitely complain.
That's right, he is always elusive.
He would show up in the morning and disappear without a trace. Sometimes he would come back breathless, only to disappear again a moment later.
Therefore, Yang Song didn't find a chance to talk to him in the past two days.
When he heard Xie Linchuan's question, he quickly jumped off the chair.
He bowed and said seriously:
"Mr. Yan, this is called teaberry."
As he spoke, he raised the box with both hands so that Xie Linchuan could see it clearly without having to bend down.
Xie Linchuan sat down on Yang Song's chair, saw that the meatball was cute, and picked up one.
He pinched it between his thumb and index finger and found it soft. The aroma of tea filled his nose, and some tea powder fell off.
He had been exchanging moves with Liu Changfeng for half a day and was really hungry, so he was about to put the tea berries into his mouth.
Yang Song said carefully: "This is a gift from Madam Jiang. She gave it to Yan..."
The sound of gold and jade breaking interrupted his words.
"Madam Jiang? Which Madam Jiang?"
Xie Linchuan's mind suddenly tensed up. With a firm squeeze of his hands, the teaberry was flattened, and some red juice came out.
Poor Yang Song, he had no idea what Xie Linchuan was feeling, and he was still explaining cheerfully:
"That's Miss Jiang, the woman who made your dental appointment! She's just opened a new shop on North Xiejie Road and sent me this teaberry gift. It's quite delicious."
After saying that, as if afraid that Xie Linchuan wouldn't believe it, he quickly picked up one and put it into his mouth.
Xie Linchuan was originally slumped in the chair lazily, but upon hearing this, he stood up suddenly with a gloomy expression.
The teaberry in his hand rolled to the ground, covered with a thick layer of dust, and had turned from green to earthy color.
Yang Song felt that he was in a good mood, so he relaxed a little. However, seeing his actions, he was frightened and swallowed his saliva hurriedly.
But who knew that when he swallowed, the teaberry got stuck in his throat!
It can't go up or down, can't be swallowed, and can't be coughed out.
Yang Song hesitated twice, and seeing that Xie Linchuan was staring at the things on the ground, he knew that he could not count on this noble man.
He was so anxious that he was running around, pouring tea and drinking it, coughing violently. His face turned red, but he couldn't do anything about the tea berries.
Xie Linchuan's mind was really not on him. He sneered suddenly, and a nameless fire rose in his heart.
Cunning girl!
Use me to advertise and sell the recipe of lemon drink to the Cuju team.
He said, "I've got fifty taels of silver, so I can go buy it anytime from Zhongwa." But after waiting for half a month, he still hasn't shown up. Are you taking me for a fool?!
Now, he even dares to open a restaurant and invite Yang Song but not me!
What? Are you afraid that I'll expose your mercenary and deceitful nature?!
He had lived for nearly twenty years, and he had always been the one to fool others, so how could he have been fooled like this? He was filled with resentment and anger.
Ms. Yang asked, where is her shop?
If he catches this person, he will give her two hard slaps!
At this moment, he saw Yang Song swaying and jumping up and down in front of him, which was really annoying. At that moment, he kicked him, wanting him to get away.
Unexpectedly, the kick hit the man's stomach.
With a "wow" sound, Yang Song spat out the teaberry stuck in his throat.
Yang Song finally breathed a sigh of relief after escaping death.
Suddenly, he saw Xie Linchuan staring at the invitation card written by Madam Jiang to him, his eyes filled with thunder and lightning, about to burst out.
Yang Song's neck shrank suddenly and cold sweat ran down his back.
Mr. Yan is a bit competitive.
Back then, when Madam Jiang wanted him to make her a dental certificate, Mr. Yan insisted on doing it. Now...
There is no time to lose!
Without caring about his throat, Yang Song ran to the closet, carefully took out a small bundle, and said with a smile:
"Mr. Yan, I couldn't find you the day before yesterday. Madam Jiang asked me to pass this on to you."
A few lavender hibiscus flowers were sparsely painted on the plain fine cloth, and inside it was an exquisite bamboo square box.
When you open it, you will see twelve tea berries neatly arranged.
On the ochre-red invitation, the small calligraphy is very beautiful: From my dear husband personally.
Xie Linchuan was stunned, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
Somehow, the anger disappeared for the most part.
Yang Song muttered beside him, "Hey, why do Mr. Yan's teaberries look bigger than mine?"
"Yeah?"
Xie Linchuan's eyes flickered, and his head moved back and forth between the two boxes of tea berries, as if he was really comparing the sizes of the meatballs.
——Although he tried his best to suppress the corners of his lips, there was still a hint of pride in his tone.
Yang Song was very smart and immediately shouted, "Yes!"
Xie Linchuan immediately felt relieved, and all his resentment and anger were thrown away to Java.
After opening the invitation and reading it, he thought to himself:
Xinghua Restaurant under the Baji Bridge? I was wondering why they didn't go to Zhongwa anymore. Turns out they made some money and rented a shop.
The bright sunlight poured into the room through the diamond-shaped lattice wooden windows, dancing between Xie Linchuan's eyebrows like broken gold.
He curled the corners of his lips, but immediately tightened his face and snorted coldly:
"If you invite me, I have to go. I don't have time!"
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