Jinghua little cook

Chapter 6 Hibiscus Cake

"The sweet-scented osmanthus cake has to be made, but the deposit has to be refunded to them." Lu Xiling said.

Hu Erniang's face turned red and white after being encouraged by Lu Xiling this night, one moment she looked confident, and the next moment she made her spit out money.

Lu Xiling smiled, "Don't worry, I promise, they have to give us the money, and only a little more!"

Hu Erniang said that the cakes ordered by Lanyuan are all for the chiefs and nobles.

Coincidentally, Lu Xiling is very familiar with the tastes of the nobles.

Growing up in the palace since childhood, he has participated in countless banquets. At the banquets, officials of the aristocratic family always like to eat, and Shangshi Bureau will do whatever they like.

Lu Xiling brought a big basin and said, "Bean sprouts, come and crack eggs."

The little girl reluctantly walked to the stove.

It's just knocking eggs, it's not difficult, Lu Xiling smiled knowingly, but that's one knock, what if dozens of them have to be knocked?Do you have to stir evenly after knocking?
Stirring this stuff is the most strenuous exercise for her arms, and this step alone is even more difficult for her.

Even if it's the little girl's punishment for dumping her for taking the blame.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

As soon as Hu Erniang put on her apron, she was pushed aside by Lu Xiling.

It's not that she's being polite, but that she really doesn't have anything to do for the time being.

While the bean sprouts were cracking the eggs, Lu Xiling boiled a large pot of water for backup, and when the water was boiled, the eggs were almost ready.

Lu Xiling raised her eyebrows and nodded frequently. After all, she is a girl from a foreign country. She has great strength and stirs the eggs extremely delicately.

Turning around and kneading the dough on the counter, Hu Erniang was surprised to see that the flour was quickly kneaded into a dough under the light hands, pressed back and forth, and then rolled with the rolling pin, the dough spread out into a cake shape.

At this point, the aroma of custard is already wafting out.

Hu Erniang looked at Lu Xiling as if she had found a treasure, and saw that she picked up a small brush and brushed a layer of oil on the dough, and the golden brown surface was immediately oily.After a while, he switched to a kitchen knife and cut several straight lines on the dough according to the length, cutting the dough into noodles.

"Bean sprouts, add firewood." Lu Xiling said.

Is this person addicted?
Bean Sprout didn't dare to show her temper in front of Erniang Hu, so she held on to her sore arms and swallowed her anger to cook a simmering fire.

Hu Erniang saw it in her eyes, and after a little comparison, she looked down on the stupid servant girl even more.

But she just thought about it for a while, and when the sound of sizzling in the oil pan came out, she couldn't bear to be distracted anymore.

"smell good--"

Lu Xiling smiled lightly, not daring to take her eyes off the frying pan for a moment, the deep-fried food was most likely to be over-fried, and it would lose its fragrance if it was burnt.

In fact, if the proprietress likes it, they don't have to eat porridge and eat jade noodles in the future.

Fried mushrooms, fried chicken drumsticks, fried okra, fried shrimp, fried oysters... everything is deep-fried, and then brushed with secret spicy sauce.

Lu Xiling pursed her gluttonous lips, and secretly laughed in her heart, wondering if they would accept fried stinky tofu.

Take out the noodles and boil the syrup in another pot.

One spoonful or two spoonfuls are not enough, officials in this dynasty like to eat sweets, Lu Xiling got used to it a lot over the years.

But Erniang Hu felt distressed.

Where is the sugar that goes into the pot, it is clearly white money!
Hu Erniang was swallowing, while comforting herself: I can earn it back, I can earn it back!
"What kind of dessert is this? It's so sweet and fragrant...It's even more fragrant than the jujube cake you made."

Lu Xiling said, "Furong Cake!"

In fact, it is similar to the Shaqima of later generations?

But where does this come from?

The bare hibiscus cake was laid flat to cool in the mold, without raisins and cranberries to enhance the flavor, even the white sesame seed Hu Erniang was reluctant to part with.

It's too good to be true.

But I didn't expect that she would spoil the ancient aborigines by showing her hands casually. Hu Erniang and Douya were like two children who couldn't eat sweets, staring at the mold eagerly.

Lu Xiling said tactfully: "Let's taste the leftovers that we cut out in a while. I don't know the tastes of Lan Yuan's guests, so don't send them over to cause people to hate you."

The gluttons in her stomach are about to come out, after hearing this, Erniang Hu naturally has no objection.

Seeing the two of them eating with satisfaction, and hearing the unreserved praise from the aborigines, Lu Xiling became more optimistic.

At least she can be sure that even without the food list in the system, it seems that she can make money.

But she remained sober, earning small money was not her goal.

Weighing the money in her purse, she is now three hundred dollars a month, if she can make a business for Er Niang, maybe she can get a wage increase.

Calculated at [-] yuan, there is only enough food and clothing in the capital, and it is far from enough to live well, and it is far from enough to live well, and it is even more impossible to open a restaurant by yourself.

Lu Xiling's expression was shocked, no, she has to keep scrolling!
The next day, Mr. Lan Yuan's storeroom came to pick up the goods, and Hu Erniang had already gone through what Lu Xiling had told her for a hundred times in her mind, and she was not ambiguous at all when fighting with others.

As soon as Mr. Shanfang left, Erniang Hu went out happily.

The business in front of the shop gradually stabilized, and Lu Xiling's face became thicker and thicker, as if she had been in this business for 800 years.

Today she stopped making jujube cakes and made hibiscus cakes instead, so besides repeat customers, she also attracted many people who dared to be the first to eat crabs.

The queue was long and quiet, and in the noisy downtown, in front of the Jiaren Fruit Shop, only when Lu Xiling pressed the molds, could I hear a few exclamations of "It's so fragrant", "Sweet", and "Fortunate to be human~".

In the present world, these words are equivalent to "the world is worth it".

When the hibiscus cake came out of the pan, Lu Xiling smiled happily, and fought with customers while selling the goods.

"The girl is setting up a stall on the street, and what she cooks is strange food. Aren't you afraid that after we learn the craft, we can go home and make it ourselves!"

"It's okay if we go back and do it, don't learn it from the other party!"

"If other people's houses make exactly the same ones and sell them cheaper than girls, we will all be sold out."

A circle of people laughed when they heard it.

Lu Xiling also laughed happily.

These problems are nothing in her eyes, Lu Xiling said: "Guests can go back and try it, even if someone else has made it, they can buy it back and try it. I guarantee that the guest will come back to me after eating elsewhere. .”

The guests who gathered around were amused by the little girl's confident appearance, but Bean Sprout knew it was not a joke.

The sun came out from the west this morning, and Hu Erniang rarely thought of the bamboo shoots at home, and made a pickled Duxian similar to that of Lu Xiling that day, with the same ingredients, but the taste was completely incomparable to what she had only eaten before.

It is also true to say that there is nothing in the sky and nothing on the earth!

Just wait, if these people really go back and try, they will have to pay back the money obediently within a day.

You have to admit it.

Speaking of expensive, Lu Xiling really didn't think it was expensive just a penny more than jujube cake.

This is the most famous food street in Beijing. It is adjacent to Zhuque Street, the Imperial Palace to the south, Luoshui to the north, and high-end residential areas to the west. People who come and go are either the sons of noble families or the families of officials and eunuchs. money?
After half a day, the fruit shop was making a lot of money, Lu Xiling and Dou Sprout packed up the bottles and jars on the stall, and prepared to go back to the house to rest.

As soon as this point was reached, the neighbors who liked to pick up leaks came, and there were quite a few people who chatted with Lu Xiling, most of them were short stories from the parents.

Today is different, the face of the person I found is like a peach blossom, and the walk is swaying, and the sandalwood mouth is four digits.

"Xiangnu Bakery?"

Lu Xiling smiled knowingly, it turned out they were enemies.

The proprietress of Xiangu Bakery smiled and said, "How is it? Is two thousand yuan enough? Let me guess how much Hu Erniang gave you, one hundred? Two hundred? Three hundred will never be more!"

　New book seeking collection, seeking tickets——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)