After exile, I counterattacked with the farm space

Cheng Weiyao demonstrated how to eat soup dumpling in person. Even though she was a little careful to put the formula for eating soup dumpling in the mouth, there is a difference between talking on paper and actually doing it.

"Look..."

The soup-filled buns have thin skins and big stuffing. When lifted up with chopsticks, they look like little lanterns, and when put down, they look like little chrysanthemums.The so-called opening of the window refers to taking a small bite with your mouth first, and slowly drinking the soup.

The meat is tender and tender, the soup is mellow and rich, and the taste is oily but not greasy... Cheng Weiyao couldn't help but nodded slightly, the taste was indeed similar to her ideal.

Zhou Yao watched as Cheng Weiyao ate one, the little glutton in his stomach was hooked up, and then picked up the chopsticks imitatively

"It's just a steamed bun, so much poverty..."

Zhou Yao's small face wrinkled slightly. Although the soup dumpling in front of him was fragrant, it was small in size and the price was about the same as normal steamed stuffed buns. It was still so troublesome to eat. If it wasn't for the delicacy, he decided not to buy it again. up.

After hearing this, my aunt looked nervously at the soup dumplings on the plate. Apart from the meat filling, the outer skin of the buns is also the key to the taste.

She was not worried about Cheng Weiyao's meat stuffing, but worried about whether the dough she kneaded and the dough she rolled would be hindered by the soup dumplings.

"Grandmother has to have some confidence in her craftsmanship. The buns produced by our small stall have to be good."

Cheng Weiyao lightly patted her aunt's hand to comfort her. If Zhou Yao didn't like it, it could only mean that radish and cabbage have their own preferences, but as a qualified soup dumpling, it has already done it.

Auntie and Cheng Weiyao were staring at Zhou Yao. The diners around were all waiting to hear their comments. The young master of the Zhou family was also raised by a small rich man in Qingshi Town. If he could nod, he must be the best among buns.

"Mother, pay the money and get another cage."

The soup buns sold by Cheng Weiyao have soft, chewy skin and tender and juicy meat filling. Zhou Yao fell in love with it after just one bite, and waved his little hand to signal to pay for it.

Auntie breathed a sigh of relief, and finally put her restless heart back into her stomach, and she was considered useful for her old age, as long as she didn't cause trouble to the family.

"Okay, you eat, it's almost ready."

Cheng Weiyao nodded with a smile, a good start, a good sign!

Sure enough, with the affirmation of Zhou Yao's picky mouth, a queue soon formed next to the soup dumpling stall, but the tables, chairs and benches that Cheng Weiyao carried were limited after all.

"Madam owner, can you take it out? Your tables, chairs and benches are not enough, why don't I take them home to eat?"

"Madame stall owner, you can't do it fast enough. Let's add another basket tomorrow? These soup dumplings are small and exquisite, and I can finish several baskets by myself..."

The diners who waited patiently in line stretched their necks, envious of the diners who had already sat down, and did not forget to joke a few words, and the small business was booming.

Cheng Weiyao and Auntie are busy with business, and the steamed trays each time are just an average of two trays per table, but the size of the soup dumplings is really small.

Children like Zhou Yao are fine, for adults it is indeed not enough to eat.

Hearing the words of the diners, Cheng Weiyao smiled while picking up a new basket of soup dumplings.

"It's better for people to wait for soup dumplings than to wait for people. Our freshly steamed soup dumplings have soft skin. Once the wind blows, it takes a little longer. For example, if you take it home as you said, the dough will be soft." If it hardens, the taste will be greatly reduced. Wouldn't it be wrong for you to say that my small shop is bullying customers?"

After Cheng Weiyao explained, the diners nodded half-understanding, while the other steamed stuffed bun vendors listened to the words and realized another meaning: no take-out, to prevent stealing.

But in fact, Cheng Weiyao really started from the taste of the soup dumplings, and she was not afraid of stealing the teacher at all.Soup dumplings can only be sold freshly steamed because they are juicy and delicious just out of the oven. If they are left for a long time, the oil will soak into the dough, not only will they not look good, but the taste will become hard, and the soup will also decrease. It loses the unique taste of soup dumpling.

"Madam owner, bring me a basket of soup dumplings."

A somewhat familiar male voice sounded, and the diners around seemed to be quieter all of a sudden. Cheng Weiyao noticed the change in the atmosphere, and looked sideways.

The person who came was wearing coarse clothes, with flour on his hands, and a big bun written on his clothes, or if we say that his voice sounds familiar, this is the original steamed stuffed bun vendor on Chengxi Street.

Cheng Weiyao heard this man yelling a lot when he was selling meat buns and tea eggs on the street.

"This is a stealing teacher who is preparing to be upright? Can the stall owner's wife agree? The original buns are good, but the soup dumplings are indeed better. The business has been robbed. This is to learn..."

"You stupid, it's clear that you're either looking for faults or stealing the teacher. If you were the stall owner's wife, would you sell it to him?"

The diners talked a lot, gossiping eyes swirled around the steamed stuffed bun vendor and Cheng Weiyao.

However, Cheng Weiyao only thought for a second, and then gave an answer that surprised everyone: "Of course, as long as you pay, you will be a customer, but now is the time to open the stall. Is it okay for your stall to be empty?"

"You don't need to worry about my business, hurry up and get me a cage!"

The bun vendor's face flushed slightly, Cheng Weiyao's words sounded a little mocking?The business of my steamed stuffed bun stand was really good, but the conflict of being filled with soup dumplings directly became a deserted place.

In fact, the steamed stuffed bun vendor really misunderstood Cheng Weiyao. She still admires the steamed stuffed bun vendor's spirit of inquiry, which shows that she pursues craftsmanship and is serious about steamed stuffed buns.

It is commendable to be open-minded and ask for advice. As for how much of the technique can be realized after eating your own soup dumpling, it depends on the individual.

In the final analysis, Guantangbao is one of the sources of income that I rely on for my livelihood. It is impossible to give it to anyone who is not relatives or hometowns. As a senior, I am willing to mention a few words for the sake of appreciation.

The soup dumpling came out of the cage soon, and as soon as the lid was lifted, there were ten round, white and tender soup dumpling in the cage, and they were brought to the steamed bun vendor.

"Be careful of the heat."

After the aunt finished serving the soup dumplings, she asked her to take care of other customers. Although she didn't agree with Cheng Weiyao's generous sale of the soup dumplings to her opponents, she still respected Cheng Weiyao's idea.

The soup dumpling is right in front of you, and the aroma is so tempting that you can swallow your mouth water. The steamed stuffed bun vendor has a serious face and started to learn from others.

Look at it first and then taste it, since I have made steamed stuffed buns for so many years, I dare not say that they are exactly the same, at least [-]% or [-]%?