After talking to herself, Zhiyin started adding tapioca starch and kneading it into a dough.
Because Zhiyin prefers taro balls that are a bit chewy, a lot of tapioca starch was added.
Next, take out a portion of the dough, roll it into many small dough balls, flatten them into sheets, and then put them into boiling water to cook until they are about 70-80% done.
Then, take the cooked small dough balls and put them into the original dough, and continue kneading.
Yao Yulin, standing nearby, watched Zhiyin's movements very carefully. After observing and understanding them, she became eager to try them out herself and began to do them as well.
After the two of them kneaded the dough until it was smooth, they rolled it into small strips and then cut it into small pieces with a wooden stick.
"Yinyin, what's next?"
Yao Yulin's eyes were full of eagerness and anticipation. She felt that this activity was very relaxing and a good way to pass the time, and she was starting to get a little addicted to it.
"Add some tapioca flour to prevent them from sticking together, then put them in the pot and cook until they float."
As she talked, she also started making taro balls. Looking at the huge pile of purple, yellow, and white taro balls, she felt a sense of satisfaction welling up inside her.
After making the taro balls, Zhiyin didn't rest. She started making brown sugar pearls according to the process she remembered.
...
For the past two days, she's been busy in the kitchen, trying out various baked milk, double-skin milk, and even fried chicken, fried chicken strips, fried chicken cutlets, French fries, and so on...
In short, she tried to make every kind of milk tea and fruit tea that the world had the ingredients for.
If there were no materials at home, we would either go to the back mountain to get them or ask my second brother to bring them back when he went to the county.
Of course, she didn't make anything more complicated, like hamburgers or chicken wraps.
After all, a hamburger needs a bun, but if you don't have an oven, you can think of other ways to make one, but it's too much trouble.
I'll figure out a way to eat it if I really crave it later.
During the trials, Zhiyin also recorded the ingredients and specific steps for each type of milk tea, the relevant processes, the relevant time, and predicted the cost and selling price in advance, etc.
At the same time, in order to make it cheaper and reduce costs so that even ordinary people can have a drink occasionally without it becoming a luxury, Zhiyin calculated for a long time.
"However, there's a problem. You can use the same oilcloth you use for steamed buns and mantou to hold fries and chicken strips, but you can't use it for milk tea!"
After all, there is no plastic in this world, but there are all kinds of glass products, as well as original boxes, oil containers, earthenware jars, and the like.
But these things are too expensive. It's impossible to give away a cup every time someone buys a cup of milk tea, right?
That's incredibly extravagant!
Even a kettle, or a lidded kettle made of bamboo that resembles a cup, will do.
But the cost is just too high.
In the end, Zhiyin decided to do what they did before when they sold boiled fish: either customers could only dine in.
If you want to take it with you, you'll have to bring your own water bottle.
After thinking everything through, I looked at the kitchen overflowing with all sorts of fried chicken legs, piles of lemonade, and milk tea…
Smelling the enticing aroma, she immediately looked at Yao Yulin and said, "Mom, could you please take some taro ball milk tea to Aunt Xu, Second Brother, and Xiaoya to try?"
Thinking of Xiaoya, I haven't asked her for help since Zhiyin stopped selling spicy crayfish.
Thinking about it, Zhiyin felt a little sorry for her, but with the wages she gave her, the grandfather and grandson should not go hungry for the time being.
"Okay, okay!"
Yao Yulin packed the items according to their weight and took them to her friends.
However, even if they were taken away, many things were still left in the original place.
After thinking for a moment, Zhiyin left some of Zhihua's favorite double-skin milk, fried chicken leg, and chicken cutlet.
They poured all the milk tea into bowls according to the serving size, cut the chicken cutlet into smaller pieces, put them in a box, and carried it to the location where they were helping to repair the new house.
Seeing the helpers working hard under the scorching sun, barely touching the ground, she quickly put down the huge box she was carrying, cupped her hands like a megaphone, and enthusiastically shouted to everyone, "Hey, big brothers, big sisters, uncles, aunties, come and have some milk tea!"
"Everyone's worked so hard these past few days, let's grab something to eat before we get back to work!"
Upon hearing this, the people who were working, even though they didn't know what milk tea was, were still very happy.
After all, they had never received this kind of treatment before!
Everyone greeted their friend with smiles, feeling deeply moved.
"Wow, Yinyin, this is actually sweet! It's sweet and fragrant, and it even has meat in it..."
Wang Mazi, the village's most idle man, became so excited that his voice became incoherent.
In this era, sugar was very expensive, basically the same price as meat, so few people would buy it, and of course, they couldn't afford it, or even wanted to spend the money.
Upon hearing this, all the helpers present were excited and couldn't wait to start drinking. When they actually tasted it, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, and their faces were filled with happy smiles.
Their wrinkled faces were filled with excitement.
"Oh my god, Yinyin, we really don't know how to thank you enough! This is so precious!"
No one knows who spoke, but everyone else was deeply moved, and even an auntie who looked to be around 40 years old burst into tears.
As a woman, she was undoubtedly a failure. Whether before or after marriage, she basically never lived for herself and had never tasted anything so delicious.
I suddenly felt like I'd wasted my life.
Zhiyin patted the crying aunt's shoulder comfortingly, "It's okay, don't cry."
"Waaaah~ This stuff tastes so good, I'm going to save it for my daughter to drink."
"Yes, yes, my mother has never tasted anything this delicious in her life!"
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