Chapter 103 Bamboo Baking Cage
At night.
The night after the rain,
The heat has not subsided at all.
The charcoal fire made the room as hot as a fireplace.
The bamboo fungus on the bamboo sieve emits a faint fragrance.
Oddly enough, the fragrance is fine at night but attracts insects during the day.
Jiang Miaomiao sat on the small cushion and played with the small bamboo tubes out of boredom, putting them in one by one and taking them out one by one.
Never get tired of it.
I glanced at my mother and Aunt Xiuxiu.
Alas! She has tried her best.
There's no way, she's already trying very hard to grow up and become a useful little baby.
For balanced nutrition, supplement protein.
She not only eats milk tablets and drinks goat's milk, but also eats fine grains, minced meat, and fruit, vegetable and egg custard.
As a result, he ate himself into a glutinous rice ball.
White and round.
The little hands and legs have become like lotus root nodes.
She was a little worried, wondering whether women in this era considered fat or thin to be beautiful?
But looking at the young girls and wives in Qingshi Town, they all seem to be quite thin.
I don’t know if he’s thin because he’s hungry or if it’s a popular trend here?
Lu Qingyao and Xiuxiu held the bamboo fungus and roasted it over the fire, and would glance at her from time to time.
Seeing that she was sitting obediently, he continued to work on the things in his hands.
Jiang Miaomiao knew that her mother was preventing her from getting close to the stove again.
There is no way, stay away from sharp knives, open flames, and boiling water.
This is what every mother wants from her child.
This is true regardless of ancient or modern times.
Even she herself was still frightened.
At this moment, he was sitting obediently on the futon, staring at them eagerly, not leaving his mother's sight and not causing trouble for her.
In order to avoid uneven roasting of the bamboo fungus, you need to turn it over from time to time.
This matter fell on the eldest brother's head.
Under the heat of the charcoal fire, beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the three men.
Sitting by the fire in the hot summer is such a torture!
Jiang Miaomiao looked towards the door.
She thought that if she demonstrated with the bamboo tube, her second brother would understand as usual.
As a result, the second brother took a look at the stove and quickly walked out.
He hasn't come back for a while.
Second brother, do you understand or not?
Jiang Miaomiao is waiting online...
My second brother appeared at the door.
They came in with a few bamboo backpacks, bamboo baskets without bottoms.
The bottom of the backpack must have been cut off by him.
He placed the backpack in front of his mother and took the bamboo fungus from her hand.
"Mom, put the charcoal stove in the bamboo basket, and then put the bamboo sieve on the top of the basket, so you don't have to hold it all the time."
"What a good idea! What a smart child!" Xiuxiu, whose hands were already tired from holding the clothes, was overjoyed.
I quickly did as my second brother said.
Wiping sweat and rubbing elbows.
Little Miaomiao admires her second brother a little bit.
Isn’t this just a crude version of a roasting basket!
This baking method is similar to charcoal roasted tea.
My second brother not only understood it, but also applied it in practice.
I feel like this thing is pretty amazing.
It is said that charcoal roasting is a laborious, time-consuming and laborious job in modern times.
Because traditional craftsmanship has been replaced by mechanization, charcoal roasting cannot be mass-produced and maximum profit cannot be pursued.
It's almost buried by the torrent of time.
At this moment, it has become the most convenient and efficient method.
My mother and aunt now have their hands freed. They only need to add charcoal to the charcoal stove regularly and turn the bamboo fungus over from time to time.
Lu Qingyao wiped her sweat and asked, "How did Yan'er come up with this idea? It works really well. I can roast bamboo fungus this way from now on."
Jiang Ziyan scratched his head embarrassedly, "Mom, I only figured this out after seeing my sister's bamboo tube. It's all thanks to my sister."
His mother is not the type to beat her child, but she also won't praise her child easily.
Such face-to-face boasting is extremely rare today.
But it was indeed his sister who told him, otherwise he would not have thought of this method.
Lu Qingyao then remembered that the little girl had just been gesturing in front of her with a bamboo tube.
My son is smart!
Everyone present saw it, and he was the only one who could come up with this idea.
But the little girl is smarter...
After hearing what her second brother said, Jiang Miaomiao felt that all eyes were on her.
Then came a barrage of praise.
"Miaomiao is really amazing. She can even help mother share her worries."
"Miaomiao is so smart."
"Sister is so good..."
Jiang Miaomiao: “…”
I'm running out of words to praise you, and yet you still want to praise me!
It seems that mother has grasped the essence of charcoal-roasted mushrooms. The little baby can retire and continue to drink milk.
Lu Qingyao studied it for a while and felt that this method was indeed good.
It is easy to control the heat and it is not easy to burn the mushrooms, saving time, effort and worry.
Not only bamboo fungus, but all dried mushrooms can be roasted in this way.
There is no need to worry about having nowhere to dry the bamboo fungus on cloudy and rainy days.
The next morning.
It's still dark and the roosters haven't crowed yet.
Jiang Miaomiao was carried out of the bed by her mother.
The little baby was too sleepy to open his eyes and kept whining.
Until her mother dressed her in little clothes and panties, fed her milk, and changed her diaper.
I woke up when I smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen.
Aunt Xiuxiu has already prepared breakfast for them. Today, the brothers have finished their day off and are going to study.
Little Miaomiao has the habit of sleeping in, and is still drowsy at the moment.
Sitting on a small stool, shaking his legs.
He held the white steamed bun in his hand, put it in his mouth, took a big bite, and chewed it slowly.
As he chewed, his head drooped and his hands drooped.
Little Miaomiao fell asleep with a steamed bun in her mouth, leaning back on a small chair.
"Puff~~"
Jiang Ziyan spit out his food.
Jiang Miaomiao was awakened by the laughter.
When she opened her eyes, she saw four pairs of bright eyes staring at her.
It’s bad enough that I have to get up so early, but why do I have to be watched while taking a nap?
Is she ugly?
Are you drooling?
She still pays a lot of attention to her image.
The little baby stretched out her hands and threw herself into her mother's arms with a pout.
Lu Qingyao touched the little tuft on her head and comforted her, "Miaomiao, are you still sleepy? Can auntie carry you to sleep?"
Before the baby could even make a sound, her mother tied her to Aunt Xiuxiu's back.
It looks like today is another busy day.
After breakfast, the whole family went about their own business.
My mother and aunt first went to the bamboo weaving shop in town and asked the owner to customize a bamboo baking basket.
"Shopkeeper Zhu, please customize a hundred bamboo cages for me." Lu Qingyao said as she handed the drawings of the bamboo baking cages to the shopkeeper.
She drew the blueprint all night last night and made several versions. She finally used the one chosen by her little girl.
It was drawn based on her stumbling baby voice.
"One hundred!"
Shopkeeper Zhu was afraid he had misheard, so he checked again, "Boss Lu, are you going to order a hundred of these bamboo cages?"
"Yes, can you do it?"
"Yes, yes, of course I can do it..." Shopkeeper Zhu quickly took the blueprint, his face squeezed into a ball with a smile.
Then my mother said, "Shopkeeper Zhu, I need these bamboo baskets urgently. Can you deliver them within seven days, or the first batch within three days?"
Jiang Miaomiao saw that Shopkeeper Zhu's smiling face froze, his mouth wide open.
My mother asked again, "Manager Zhu, can you answer it?"
"Yes...of course I can." Even if I can't, I have to be able to do it!
"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I will definitely deliver the goods on time and will not delay your important matter."
Shopkeeper Zhu smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits, and he agreed without hesitation.
Mr. Lu is his big customer and often comes to the shop to buy bamboo baskets of bamboo shoots and mushrooms.
The orders placed in his shop in the past six months are equivalent to his sales in several years.
Jiang Miaomiao felt that her mother had boosted another industry in Qingshi Town.
First came bamboo shoots, dried bamboo shoots and pickled bamboo shoots, and then came mushrooms.
Now it's bamboo weaving again.
It has almost boosted the entire bamboo industry in Qinghe County.
I'm afraid they will go out.
This shopkeeper Zhu is going to search Qinghe County for bamboo craftsmen who can weave bamboo cages...
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