Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 263 Please Call Me Zhao Dingdang
Pingyang County, nursing home community.

Taking advantage of the weekend, Zhao Wenmu brought his royal product connoisseur Xiao Nannan and specially invited food tasters Zhao Zimeng, Zhao Ziting, Zhang Yuanming, and the little guest Zhang Xiaohe who came from a "far away" to start the snack design business at home.

The first snack he will make is figs.

Well, this thing is sour and sweet and delicious.And the name is very confusing, even many children's shoes who have eaten it think it is dried figs.

Just kidding, how much figs cost!

This stuff is actually radish sticks.

Zhao Wenmu cut the big white radish that his wife bought from the market in the morning into thin strips three to four centimeters long, and soaked them in sugar water for a period of time. This was done not only for dehydration, but also for the sugar to soak into the radish.

Next, put the radish strips in a frying pan and dry them slowly over a low heat.

This process takes a long time and requires a lot of patience.

Zhao Wenmu handed over to several child laborers without hesitation.

Because it was making snacks, several little ones rushed to work, so Zhao Wenmu asked them to take turns to look after them.

"Turn the radish strips diligently, and then gently turn them with chopsticks to prevent them from sticking together."

In fact, you can also put the radish strips on the grate and dry them in the sun.

But Zhao Wenmu was in a hurry, so he dried it directly on the fire.

"In the future, we will need a set of drying equipment for production. It is estimated that this thing will be of great use."

Zhao Wenmu thought to himself.

For food factories, drying equipment should be essential.

The little guys boiled it for more than two hours, and finally dried the radish sticks until they were distinct, firm but not crisp.

While the radish strips were still warm, Zhao Wenmu sprinkled some sugar and sour plum powder on top, and waited for it to cool down slowly.

"Dangdangdang, the classic gourmet fig is here for you!"

Zhao Wenmu served the table with figs in small plates, and then packed the rest in several glass jars.

"Uncle, why is the carrot stick called a fig?"

Zhao Zimeng asked curiously.

Zhao Wenmu did not answer but instead asked:
"Have you ever eaten figs?"

Zhao Zimeng shook his head, Zhao Wenmu looked at the others, and everyone shook their heads.

"That's right, none of you have eaten figs, which means that figs are rare! In this case, figs are nice and elegant, aren't they?"

Zhao Wenmu explained with a smile.

A few children seemed to understand but not understand.

"But isn't that a lie?"

Zhang Xiaohe asked with blinking eyes.

Looking at the child's innocent big eyes, Zhao Wenmu's next words were a little bit embarrassing:
"Fig is just its name, and its main ingredient is radish sticks, which will be clearly stated on the ingredient list in the future."

To be honest, this explanation is a bit far-fetched.

It's like all kinds of deceitful counterfeit products in later generations, such as "pure milk-flavored beverage". The word "pure milk" is huge and eye-catching, but "flavored beverage" is so small that it is almost invisible.

After some deliberation, Zhao Wenmu decided to put "radish sticks inside" in a prominent position on the package.

This will also prevent in case someone is allergic to radishes and eats them by mistake.

Although the name caused a little discussion, several children still love the sweet and sour taste of "fig".

The next thing to do is the yellow peach and hawthorn peel.

Some hawthorn slices with poor workmanship are not too rare these days, but fruitan skin is definitely rare.

At least Zhao Wenmu didn't see him in Quancheng, Beijing or Guangdong Province.

Wash the hawthorn and cut it crosswise to remove the core, then clean the head and root. Wash the yellow peach, peel it and cut it into small pieces.

This job alone made Zhao Wenmu's back ache.

No way, this step cannot be handed over to the little carrot heads.

Zhao Wenmu absolutely forbids them to play with knives.

When the second brother was a child, he used a hatchet to chop wood to play, and almost chopped off one of his hands.

Zhao Wenmu still remembers the scene where Zhao Wenguang was beaten by his old lady and made him cry.

Old and cruel.

Put the hawthorn and yellow peaches into the pot, add a large bag of sugar, and start to simmer on low heat again.

The cooking process requires constant stirring.

Fortunately, he has free labor.

Amidst the water vapor, the aroma of fruit permeates the kitchen, making people feel refreshed.

After the fruit puree is cooked, sieve to remove impurities, and evenly spread it on the baking tray to form a thin layer of about 3 mm.

Zhao Wenmu felt in his heart that it was fortunate that he had an oven at home, otherwise he would have to leave it outside to dry in the sun.

After baking at low temperature for two hours, scrape off the whole product, cut it and roll it into small rolls, and the fruit skin is done!

"It's amazing! It turned out to be soft!"

Zhang Yuanming poked the fruitan skin on the table with his hand, his face was full of shock.

Zhang Xiaohe also watched with wide eyes.

The tactility of the Q-bomb made of Guodan leather made them very novel.

There were so many little ones, she grabbed one and stuffed it into her mouth. Immediately afterwards, she was full of excitement as if she had discovered a new world.

"Delicious, like jelly!"

Rong Zhenyi once bought a lot of jelly for the little guy, and she likes the bouncing QQ feeling the most.

Unsurprisingly, Guodan skin has also won unanimous praise from the tasters.

"Wow, uncle, why are you so good?! Is there anything else to eat?"

"Dad is the best!"

Even Zhang Xiaohe plucked up his courage and shouted loudly:

"Well, Uncle Zhao is the best!"

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Wenmu laughed heartily when he saw the little satisfied expressions of the children.

"Of course, I am stronger than Dingdang Cat, please call me Zhao Dingdang!"

"Huh? What is Jingle Cat?"

"Uh, nothing."

There is a jovial air in the kitchen.

……

While Zhao Wenmu was having fun with his baby, a young scholar was deep in thought in a laboratory of Qilu University in Quancheng City.

That's right, it was Tang Baohua.

When he first received Zhao Wenmu's letter, he was really taken aback.

We must know that 2000 yuan is not a small amount, and the total income of a senior worker for three years may not be so much.

Tang Baohua subconsciously thought it was a crude joke.

However, when he returned to the post office, the staff made it clear that the remittance slip was real and valid, and he could use this to receive the 2000 yuan into his account.

Tang Baohua was shocked again.

He began to read the letter carefully.

Tang Baohua is not a pedantic person. He fully agrees with the idea of ​​combining industry, education and research.

He just has an overly persistent pursuit of the rigor of academic research.

In his letter, Zhao Wenmu combined food safety, the public's pursuit of high-quality food with academic research, and fully affirmed the importance of knowledge in it.

This made Tang Baohua feel very ironic.

Literally speaking from the bottom of my heart.

At this moment, Tang Baohua felt that he fully understood the relationship between Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi.

It's hard to find a bosom friend!

So he decided to take up the task without hesitation.

Of course, this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that his Ph.D. graduation project just ran into the difficulty of being short of funds.

After all, he took this order definitely for the sake of academics, for the sake of knowing others.

Support Yulong to die for the king, and report to the king on the golden stage.

The style of a gentleman in ancient times must be like this!

It's not about money.

(End of this chapter)