Jinghua little cook

Chapter 3 Selling Flower Cakes

Half an hour later, the pastry came out of the pan, Lu Xiling wiped off the fine sweat on her forehead, grabbed a handful of white sesame seeds and sprinkled it on.

It's been a long time since I've been so busy, it's really a bit rusty.

The point is that there was no cooking machine in ancient times, it was really difficult for her.

"Is that all right?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, the proprietress felt that she was confused. She had been making jujube cakes for more than ten years, so she couldn't tell if it was good or not.

She laughed at herself, picked up a piece of bamboo chopsticks and looked at it.

Tasting dishes pay attention to the taste and taste. The pastry in front of you is bright red in color, fragrant with red dates, and the auspicious cloud pattern on the surface of the pastry is even more pleasing to the eye.

Following the direction of the fragrance, the little girl next to her was about to cry!
The proprietress pretended to be reserved and took the first bite. It melted in the mouth, sweet but not greasy, and it seemed that there were still shreds of sugar when she bit it off.

In the second bite, the taste is rich and layered, and the lips and teeth are fragrant. It is just a little bit of meaning and it is called perfect.

But even so, it is far beyond the craft she has been doing for more than ten years.

No more extra thoughts, Hu Erniang almost couldn't wait to swallow the last bite, and narrowed her eyes contentedly.

Lu Xiling took off her apron and poured water for Erniang Hu, but when she turned her head, she saw that the little girl would just stand aside and stare blankly, and walked up to her with a cake and shook her head.

The little girl in the master's house dared not be casual, she glanced to the left several times, seeing that people were eating with gusto and couldn't care less about other things, so she couldn't help but make a move.

Unlike Hu Erniang, the little girl didn't care about eating and face at all, she just put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, then swallowed it in one gulp, quite like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you." Lu Xiling patted his back to calm his breath.

The little girl covered her mouth as if she didn't hear it, for fear that someone would take out what was in her mouth again.

At that time, a lot of customers had already gathered in front of the booth outside the house.

Since the three of them were all in the back kitchen, Lu Xiling tried his hand at making jujube cakes with his own method. As soon as the cakes came out of the pan, the mixed aroma of milk and red dates wafted out.

The aunt who sells flowers next door smelled it, opened the curtain to remind her, and got a piece of jujube cake as a thank you gift, and pulled Hu Erniang out happily.

Hu Erniang followed the direction of the person's finger and looked out through the crack of the window. She saw that the booth was indeed different from usual, and there was a long queue. In an instant, she understood why these diners came.

After answering the guests correctly, Hu Erniang turned back to the back kitchen without stopping.

The little girl was standing by the stove, eating vigorously, when suddenly she was slapped on the head.

"Eat, eat, eat! You know how to eat! Look at them!"

She was beaten again for no reason, the little girl hurriedly covered her mouth and walked away. Erniang Hu gave the person a hard look from behind, and immediately took Lu Xiling's hand in her arms: "My good girl, I still don't know your name?"

Lu Xiling was so tired that she was sluggish, and forgot to answer for a while.

"What? Make the girl difficult?"

Of course not.

Before marriage, she lost her job and was the county head who was raised by the empress's side. After marriage, she was the wife of the Bai family in name. Not to mention among the people, even in the palace, few people knew her real name.

Lu Xiling regained consciousness and said calmly: "The little girl's surname is Lu, and her name is Xiling. The proprietress can just call me Aling."

"Okay, Ah Ling, the jujube paste cake you make is better than the one I've been making for more than ten years." The proprietress said: "From tomorrow onwards, I'll let you make this one by yourself!"

This is what was promised.

Having successfully won the job, you don't have to worry about food and lodging. In order to thank the proprietress, Lu Xiling went to help out and yelled a few more times before closing the stall. It was all about opening her voice in advance.

The little lady was beautiful and beautiful, and many customers came to the stall at night, and the cakes sold much faster than usual.

The proprietress's mood brightened, and after she settled down with Lu Xiling, she gave the two of them a holiday in advance.

As the name suggests, the little girl is called Bean Sprout. At this moment, at present, she is one of a hundred thousand people who are unwilling to let Lu Xiling in, but when she heard that she had a half-day rest because of this, she foolishly ran out for a walk.

Lu Xiling didn't salute much, and after getting back the quilt and cotton towel from Erniang Hu, she packed everything up and prepared to take a stroll around the capital before the curfew.

But when he thought of the terrible system and his arm that couldn't be lifted, he decided to stay in the house and lie down.

After a little research, Lu Xiling discovered that she was too optimistic before.

If you want to fully open [Ancient and Modern Chinese and Foreign Cuisine Records], you must complete the system requirements, that is, you must reproduce the unlocked recipes at least once.

Turning on the screen, Lu Xiling looked at her first recipe - Steamed Chicken with Astragalus.

This dish is a great tonic.

In addition to astragalus, which invigorates qi and detoxifies, it also contains many traditional Chinese medicine ingredients such as wolfberry, tangerine peel, lily, yam, and poria...

The astragalus in it alone is expensive...

Lu Xiling in front of the screen felt not only a headache, but even more sore flesh.

What's the use of activating the system? If you don't have enough ingredients to reproduce the dishes, you won't be able to upgrade.

She thought that she was an empty-handed white wolf today, and she could do whatever she wanted with the money in her pocket, but she didn't expect the system to be so weak.

Yawned.

As casual as she is, she simply leaves tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow.

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A good night's sleep.

Before the hour of the next day, the food street was already full of traffic and crowds.

Officials, slaves, and merchants shuttled through the streets and alleys, and the breakfast stall was the most visited in a day.

But whoever is a restaurant owner who is hardworking and can endure hardships, who doesn't rush to open the door to make money?
Jiaren Fruit Shop is no exception.

It's just that today, besides the frivolous bean sprouts, there is a charming little girl at the door.

"It's still early, what are you doing out, go back to the house and sleep again."

The little girl pushed Lu Xiling hard, but Lu Xiling ignored her and ran back and forth between the front hall and the back kitchen of the shop.

In front of the fireworks-filled stall, Lu Xiling was wearing a moon-white top with a gray-blue long skirt underneath. This was the one she wore most often when cooking in the house, and it was just right to take it out now.

It's just that even such an ordinary set of dresses is very eye-catching when worn on a fair-skinned and beautiful woman.

Therefore, most of the people who came to buy pastries this morning were Mr. Lang.

"Which owner is the girl, why haven't I seen it before?"

Lu Xiling neatly picked up a piece of Gorgon fruit cake and a piece of jujube paste cake, covering the top with an oilcloth, and holding the bottom with waxy leaves.

"I'm not the boss, please trouble me for ten cents."

"If it's not the boss, then it's a buddy? If it's a buddy, I've wronged the girl! Would you like to visit my place? I can give the girl that number."

Facing five fingers as thick as large intestines, Lu Xiling smiled slightly and reached out to ask for money.

Seeing that people are not fooled by gold and silver, the man who accosted him realized that he was messing with himself, so he took the glutinous leaf and left.

Lu Xiling continued to be busy with her work.

There is a table in front of her. On the table is a chopping board for kneading noodles. On one side is a basin of old noodles covered with cotton cloth. Sugar, milk, eggs and other ingredients.

Diners can see the process of making jujube cakes as soon as they walk by.

I saw the little girl holding the long chopsticks with green onion hands, gently stirring the flour into a flocculent shape, tapping the egg with the index finger of her right hand, and the egg white and yolk flowed down. in the basket.

Some people were just attracted by the little girl's beautiful technique at first, but they stopped for a long time after looking at it, waiting for Piaoxiang to come out, and then involuntarily took out their purses.

"How much is the jujube cake?"

"Six coins."

Anyone who has eaten it knows that this is a price increase, but today they saw that it was filled with real ingredients, and the little girl's fingers were green and clean, unlike the smoky food stall next to it that made people sick, the food used behind the scenes I don't know any condiments, even if it is more expensive at this time.

After receiving the glutinous leaves, some people can't wait to try something new, and start to eat it while it's hot.

Hey Yoyo, after one bite, it is sweet, soft and glutinous, with a full aftertaste. Not only can you taste the layering of milk and red dates, but also feel fluffier than before when chewing, just like...

"Like eating air?"

The diner was stunned for a moment, and then laughed heartily, "The girl is really interesting! Is it air, or sweet air!"

The fruit shop received rave reviews, and more people gathered around.

The little girl squatting on the ground curled her lips unwillingly.

"At this time, I have never bought so many pastries from Mr. Lang. Why did you sell so many pastries when you came here? Erniang Hu saw you like this, and I will be disgusted by her again!"

Why?
Lu Xiling looked at the thirteen or fourteen year old girl and rolled her eyes.

"Probably because the five senses are greater than the three senses?"

Bean Sprout didn't know what three or five views were, so he just lowered his head and sulked.

The bean sprouts were bought by Hu Erniang from the slave market. The little girl has dark skin, but a pair of cobalt blue eyes are particularly bright, and she is not a local.

For her, working in a fruit shop is like being sold from one small cage to another. Fortunately, the hostess at her stall this time is a knife-mouthed bean curd-hearted hostess.

Normally, she was lazy and slippery, and she would inevitably be scolded and beaten, but although Erniang Hu always threatened her "if she doesn't work hard, she will be sold", she never bought another slave from the beginning to the end.

But it's different now. Ever since Lu Xiling came in, Erniang Hu didn't close her mouth yesterday. First, she gave someone a room that was cleaner and more spacious than hers, and then gave Lu Xiling the same salary as her.

She worked for three years to get three hundred dollars a month!

Thinking that he had led a goblin in in a moment of confusion, Bean Sprout wished he could slap the two of them.

(End of this chapter)