Jinghua little cook

Chapter 2 Jujube Cake with Milk

When Lu Xiling stared at the fruit and salivated, the little girl turned around and went back to the shop cursing.

When she came back again, she saw that she brought out a drawer of freshly baked pastries in one hand, the sides of the steamer were steaming hot, and before the lid was opened, Lu Xiling's internal organs were all mobilized by the aroma.

This is about "looking for plums to quench thirst"?
Lu Xiling rubbed her shriveled belly lightly, then she tilted her head and saw the sign in the other hand of the little girl.

recruitment.

And the eye-catching four characters following it - all board and lodging.

"Is your shop recruiting people?"

Lu Xiling regretted it as soon as she opened her mouth.

Just now, I didn't notice that there were five blue and red fingerprints on the left side of this man's face. Did he just go in and get beaten?
Is the owner of the restaurant so difficult to get along with?

Will he hit her for no reason in the future?
In ancient times, there was no labor protection law to protect the rights and interests of migrant workers...

Lu Xiling thought about it, but when she saw that the other party didn't answer immediately, she overly sexualized and pretended to look at the street scene.

I don't know if the little girl had lingering fears after being beaten, he hesitated for a while, seeing that no one was interested in the fruit stall, he really took her to see the proprietress.

The proprietress' surname is Hu, and the little girl calls her Erniang Hu.

Unlike the imaginary Diao Fu, this Hu Erniang does not have the triangular eyes and hooked nose of a profiteer. She looks about in her early thirties, with an oval face and willow eyebrows.

When Lu Xiling was brought to the backyard, she was eating lunch in the main room with her feet up.

Because of her job, Lu Xiling breathed a sigh of relief, and habitually turned her eyes to the food.

There is no doubt that mutton soup is contained in the Guzi.

It’s just that the mutton in the original soup pays attention to the mellow and clear soup base, so that it can be tasted without astringency or fishy smell. The bowl in Hu Erniang’s hand is cloudy, obviously red oil has been added.

Look at the red oil dotted with downright green leaves, round like pig ears, it should be sunflower.

Lu Xiling smiled slightly: "The proprietress is from Sichuan? This winter amaranth is not common in the capital."

The little girl gave him a quick sideways glance, then quickly lowered her head.

"Strange, do you know amaranth? I have been in the capital for more than ten years, and many people have eaten it, but not many people know it."

"My little girl is usually gluttonous, so she is naturally more careful than others." Lu Xiling replied.

"Oh? Could it be that you are also from Shu?"

The proprietress thought she had met a fellow countryman, so she finally raised her head and looked at the person in front of her. Her cheeks were condensed with pears, her apricot eyes were full of spring, and she smiled slightly without saying a word.

Business is all about welcoming people with a smiling face, and the little girl is naturally impeccable in terms of appearance and figure, but she runs a pastry shop, not a painting boat, and she can't support half of the sky just by her beauty.

Looking at her slender arms and legs and willow waist, making noodles is even more hopeless, I'm afraid it will be laborious to serve tea and water.

Lu Xiling said: "The relatives of the family used to live in Shu, and every time they came back, they would bring some earthen rituals to the juniors, so that the little girl could appreciate the many interesting things in Shu."

The person looks wonderful and has a sweet mouth.

But doing hard work is not enough to just have a sweet mouth.

The new emperor seized the throne in the name of the Qing emperor, and he came all the way from the north. Although they all focused on inducing surrender, there were still many people who were in trouble.

Right now tens of thousands of refugees are crowded into the city, there are too many monks to eat, and a work station is released, so many people squeeze their heads and try to get in.

She has seen quite a few in the past few days, all of them are fake tricks that can only be said but not done.

Hu Erniang thought about the lessons learned from the past, and said straight to the point: "I see that the girl is born, if she is not from Sichuan, she must have come in exile from the north."

"Look at the girl's attire. She used to be neither a lady from a wealthy family nor a daughter from a rural farmer's family. Although our shop is mainly engaged in the daily food business, we have to get up every day before dawn to prepare dishes, and at night we have to cook. Mixing stuffing, kneading dough, cooking lard, the hard work involved is beyond the imagination of a girl."

This is seeing her as a delicate girl from a down-and-out noble family?
Lu Xiling's experience of dismounting was far more than that, and Hu Erniang's sarcastic remarks were at best a piece of cake.

Besides, as a former colleague, she knows that a businessman is not a philanthropist, and it is impossible to rely on a few sweet words to expect the other party to take her in.

But she has faith in her craft.

And she also caught the proprietress's mind that she didn't want to waste money in vain.

Two streets away is the largest slave market in the capital, where slaves and handymen are very cheap. She didn't go there to choose, but chose the most troublesome and safest way, presumably to find a white case master who can get started immediately.

Now Lu Xiling said with a good temper: "In the early years, my family also had a restaurant business. My daughter has helped out in the shop since she was a child, and she has learned the craft for a few years."

"You can cook?"

Lu Xiling nodded: "I know a thing or two about everyday meals, cakes and drinks."

Sure enough, the proprietress's face immediately changed after hearing that, and when she led the man into the kitchen, she turned from surprise to joy, and her eyes lit up.

It was different from the girl she had imagined who poured oil into the pot and then ran back.

As soon as Lu Xiling rolled up her sleeves in the back kitchen, she started from the most basic work of lighting a fire under the stove, and later on selecting ingredients, grinding flour, weighing, kneading noodles, and mixing stuffing, without any help from others.

The back kitchen is full of costs except for water. Before the proprietress knows her abilities, she will naturally not let her waste the ingredients for nothing.

Therefore, she only picked one of the most common jujube cakes to try her skills.

The recipe of jujube cake is simple, but it is not easy to make.

The most difficult thing is to grind the jujube paste very finely without any impurities, and the amount of sugar should be controlled well. The jujube itself has a sweet taste, too much sugar will make it sloppy, and less sugar will not be sweet enough. Mix the ingredients together If it is not in place, it will affect the taste.

It is best to take a sip, delicate and soft, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it will be. The taste is similar to drinking tea. Although the tea has entered the stomach, the tip of the tongue can still return to sweetness.

The same should be true for a delicious pastry, it should make people want to stop.

Lu Xiling was well aware of the mystery, so she took a slanted sword and used milk instead of water to knead the noodles. She took out the dates with a colander on her front foot and let them cool, and then slowly poured a spoonful of milk into the flour clockwise with her back foot.

At the beginning, Erniang Hu purposely stood by the stove and didn't give directions. She just watched Lu Xiling busy back and forth, but she didn't realize that she had used such expensive ingredients.

"That's milk!"

It was too late to reach out to stop, Hu Erniang jumped up anxiously.

Goat's milk can be found everywhere in the capital, but milk is not often available. This is what she ordered from the line this morning, and she has never been willing to drink it.

Lu Xiling kept moving her hands, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, lady boss, if I don't do well, I'll just pay the lady boss."

Hu Erniang also understood the truth of "this is the end of the matter", she still bit her lip unwillingly and said aggressively: "Do you know how much this bowl costs? You are too busy to take care of yourself and dare to make sarcastic remarks!"

Lu Xiling smiled without saying a word.

Hu Erniang rolled her eyes, and leaned against the pillar in frustration, but after a while, she was attracted again.

The little girl in the shop was attracted together.

"This hand is really clever."

The little girl beside her had long forgotten the pain on her face, and her eyes were fascinated by Lu Xiling's flowing movements.

It's like this person didn't just beat him up in his hometown, but seemed to have done it countless times.

Originally, in order to save trouble, Hu Erniang would directly put the mixed batter into a beautiful mold, and after steaming, buckle it up and let it cool before it can be out of the pot.

But Lu Xiling was not in a hurry to put the batter into the pot, but found a bamboo stick from the straw pile in the backyard, bent over and drew on the batter.

Hu Erniang and the little girl approached curiously, and when they saw the batter, they yelled "obediently" in unison.

This is the first time I've seen a restaurant chef who can paint on batter, who has only heard of painting on paper and silk.

Especially the little girl, who has never seen the world, saw such handicrafts, her eyes widened in shock, and her jaw almost couldn't close.

In the end, the eyes are almost too beautiful to open.

The pastries that were put in the pot first had already smelled, and the little girl said intoxicated uncontrollably: "It's so fragrant... It's a hundred times more fragrant than our pastries!"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the little girl immediately glanced soberly at Erniang Hu who was beside her, and felt relieved when she saw that the other party was also intoxicated by the sweet taste.

(End of this chapter)