Datang: To save my parents, I sell breakfast in the palace

Four hours is the longest time Qin Song came to Chang’an to sleep, taking advantage of the dark, quickly went to the kitchen to start making buns, fortunately, there are still some in the storage room, otherwise it will not be enough to sell today.

As soon as Qin Song moved, Fu Bo woke up, and when he saw Qin Song running to the kitchen to work, he couldn’t help but nodded, this kind of teenager, not arrogant or impetuous, benevolent and loyal, is really a rare person.

Qin Song was busy, when he saw that Fu Bo woke up all the slaves in the courtyard and began the formal instruction.

Qin Song couldn’t hear what people said, and vaguely heard that the master’s room was not allowed to enter, anyway, it took a full hour before he officially started working, specifically without Qin Song’s assignment, but just cleaning up.

The four incliang of the Qin family walked in and said, “Young Master, what can we do?” ”

Qin Song was busy kneading the noodles to make soup bags, turned around and said, “You all stretch out your hands, I’ll take a look.” ”

Four people, who are working hands all year round, can’t do the delicate work of pastry at all, but cultivate well, make soup bags and wonton, after all, these requirements are not high technical content.

With the experience of the palace maid’s sister, Qin Song did not dare to let them move the raw materials casually, but first let them stand by their side, watching and learning at the same time.

“The requirements of flour should be three lights, hand light, face light, and basin light.”

“This rolling, it has to be big enough, but also tough, you see this dough, it can shine through the sun, it takes a long time to practice

You can’t move this flour, and you will go buy some ordinary flour and come back to practice later. After practice, it will be a meal. ”

Qin Song wanted to cultivate these four people very much, if he cultivated four pastry masters, how easy would he be, but unfortunately, so far, if the four of them can withstand Qin Song alone, even if they burn high incense.

“This soup bag is our Qin family’s supremacy, do you know how many Wen Yi drawers our family’s buns sell?” Fifty texts. Think about it, without some real skills, who can sell it so expensive? ”

Looking at their surprised eyes, Qin Song was a little proud, ruthless, and he would get you a few drawers to taste, so he could study hard. Take my place early.

The four maids listened intently to Qin Song’s teaching of the main points, fifty wen a drawer of buns, there must be many secrets.

Especially looking at Qin Song’s soup bags, the skillful technique actually produced an artistic beauty, watching his fingers dancing on the dough, the maids were envious.

I saw Qin Song put more than a dozen agents together, divided into two groups with a rolling pin, as his left and right hands kept changing, the dough on both sides became thinner and thinner, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen shiny doughs were rolled out.

“Young Master, how long can we practice until you are like this.”

Qin Song said while wrapping it: “As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle!” Many strange things in this world, in the final analysis, are just skill. If you practice hard, you will be better than me in a month. ”

My own maid should still be mainly encouraged. Mo Ran suddenly thought that his manor is much larger now than when he was in Yangzhou, should he take over all the servants who used to serve his father?

After thinking about it, forget it, I am a steamed bun seller, so be low-key.

Now my father’s illness can’t be pretended to be anyone, as long as it is related to my father, Qin Song must do it personally. Forget those servants for now.

Before I knew it, the sky was gradually getting brighter, and the ministers began their day.

After so many days of training, the ministers naturally began to gather at the breakfast restaurant, especially with steaming steaming buns, waving like a white girl.

Thinking of the taste of holding bullet teeth, the leisurely aroma of wheat, the rich soup, and the rolling meat aroma, who can stand this TM?

Qin Song stood at the door and said with a smile: “Good morning, adults.” ”

“Little shopkeeper, ten drawers of buns, twenty tea eggs, my second brother and I are hungry.”

“Shhh!” I have to admire Cheng Biting Jin, this guy eats almost every day, eats every meal, not to mention the price, this is really like to eat buns.

Wei Zheng is still like that, two drawers of buns a day, and then take two drawers when he leaves, for an official like him, this little money in his pocket is enough to eat buns at most, and then want to get some other expenses, I am afraid it will be a little difficult.

But today is different, he only needs a drawer of buns, and he has to praise it every day before eating, but today he bows his head and does not speak.

Qin Song is not good to say anything, people are all important ministers in the DPRK, which can be managed by selling buns by himself?

Kong Yingda said while eating the buns: “Xuancheng, don’t be discouraged, Your Majesty will know your good intentions.” Little shopkeeper, take another drawer of buns for Master Wei and count it on my account. ”

Qin Song took a drawer of buns and handed it over with a smile: “Master Wei eats more, the body is the capital of everything.” ”

Wei Zheng looked at Qin Song and said with a smile: “You are still young, I don’t understand.” Sometimes, if you take your body out, you can’t necessarily see the capital. ”

Qin Song smiled and nodded and retreated, wondering in his heart, what’s wrong with this today?

Could it be that this is starting to get on the bar with Li Erbar?

Li Er has just ascended the throne for a few days, Wei Zheng is still in the investigation stage, want to raise the bar, there will be opportunities in the future, why rush this time.

[Ask for flowers, ask for evaluation, ask for everything~~].