Strange World Little Cooking Saint

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After Liu Shi's recruitment sign was hung out, someone soon came to apply. In the end, Shi Yu left only three people.

All three of them are cooks, and they have a basic skill. Shi Yu is not demanding of them.

After the recruitment, the salary and work schedule will be explained to them by Mr. Ling.

After they signed the contract, Shi Yu didn't drag on and let them start work directly.

"You three, boil this plum."

The three listened and glanced at each other. One person first took the plum to wash, although he was more puzzled, it is winter now, why is this plum so fresh? The other went to fetch water, and the last went to make firewood.

After each of the three divisions of labor, the fire quickly burned. After the water boiled, I dropped the green plums and watched the little fruits floating in the water. They were somewhat unknown.

Green plum pulp is sour. After boiling in water, the water will only become sour. Can Dongjia have a unique taste and want some sour water?

They were skeptical, but they didn't dare to ask the question. After all, they were new, and their words were too much to provoke the owner to do.

Shi Yu waited until they boiled the plums, and then let them cool, using two large porcelain pots, each half.

"Well, it would be nice if there were glass bottles." Thinking of this, Shi Yu asked Liu Shiyi and Ling Xiaoxiao to take the time to buy a crystal bottle.

As for the remaining plum water in this pot, Shi Yu continued to let a person burn a small fire, and then poured a small bucket of milk into it.

When milk is sour, it will quickly coagulate into floc.

"You watch me carefully. This is what you will do afterwards." Shi Yu said, holding a pair of chopsticks and stirring in the pot.

The three people heard what they were going to do after they heard this, and they all looked at it immediately.

I saw the pair of bamboo chopsticks, stirring in the pot, and the white catkin-like things quickly adhered to the chopsticks. A little, the white part became bigger and bigger, and it was picked out at the end, already a size.

In watching the pot, the water has been clear again.

Shi Yu put the white floc in the palm of his hand and began to twist it, but after a while, it turned into a milky white gel.

Began to stretch that thing and wrapped it around two emerald bamboo poles, Shi Yu introduced, "This is a milk fan. You can also try to do it."

The milk fan is very elastic. When it is stretched, it is wrapped around a bamboo pole, like a piece of toffee.

Shi Yu took this outside to dry in the yard, and the remaining three looked at a basket of green plums and three buckets of milk, and finally decided to give it a try in the order they saw before.

Although they are still confused about the usefulness of this fan, what the owner says, what they do is.

After Shiyu aired the milk fan, he saw a wasteland behind, thinking about buying it all together.

After saying this to Liu Shiyi, Liu Shiyi and Ling Xiaoxiao immediately went to the official government in the city. Rich enough to handle things, and when they returned in the afternoon, they also brought back the title deeds.

When they told the news to Shiyu, Shiyu was collecting the milk fan that was drying outside.

The sun is good today and it's very warm on people. The milk fan dries quickly. Even if there is still a little water, when it is fired, the soft and viscous milk fan becomes hard and brittle.

Seeing this new thing, Liu Shixi couldn't help but said, "What is this? You've only been working so long for the sake of making this?"

Faced with Liu Shiyi's problems, the three newcomers were bewildered. Although they also participated in the production, they did not know what it was.

"Specifically, you'll know later." Shi Yu smiled and took these dried milk fans into the kitchen.

Heat the oil and wait until the oil fragrance comes out. Put the milk fan into the oil pan.

As soon as the white milk fan entered the oil pan, it immediately gave out a "zizi" sound. After a while, the entire milk fan became puffed, and the color began to turn golden.

When it was almost fried, Shi Yu took the milk fan out of the oil pan, drained the oil from it, and put it in a white porcelain plate.

"It's fine to put sugar and salt. It's better with a little honey. You can try it yourself. This is a deep-fried milk fan. If you don't want to get oil, you can use grilled.

Then, she pulled the pot down, and there was a fading fire under the boiler.

Split the chopsticks, sandwich the milk fan in the middle, spread a little honey on it, and bake on the fire.

The breast fan warms up, the body begins to swell, and the honey applied on it begins to penetrate into it a little bit along the gap.

The color of milky white and golden color makes the milk fan look like a tutu skirt rolled up, which is very delicate and delicious.

Liu Shixi couldn't help but take one to eat, whether it was grilled or fried, it was very crispy, and something was eaten in his mouth, and everyone beside him could hear the clicking sound.

"This tastes great! You can put it in our store to sell." Liu Shidao said.

Ling Xiaoxiao smiled at him and said, "Otherwise, do you think this thing is just made for us?"

Shi Yu bit the roasted milk fan, and watched the two of them quarrel, eyes narrowing. Where there are young people, there is always a lively feeling.

The milky fragrance is mixed with the sweet aroma of honey, and slowly drifts in the heat.

At this time it was close to evening, and there were fewer passengers on the official road, and the tea house across the street became deserted.

Dian Xiaoer smelled the sweet milk scent again. He stood here and seemed to hear the laughter and laughter from the other side.

Even with such a terrible business, you can still laugh so happily. Young people are really big-hearted. However, the milk scent is really sweet. Maybe the chefs in the kitchen can see if they can make the same thing.

When the last rays of the sun set in the setting sun, Dian Xiao Er packed tea cups, and then saw the opposite door closed.

"..."

It was closed so early.

It seems that the shopkeeper is right, these people just come here for fun, they don't care what business is not business.

He thought about it, but soon realized that there seemed to be movement across.

He couldn't help going up to the second floor, went to the railing, stomped his feet, and looked across. But the dense canopy blocked his vision.

He simply excused himself, got out of the tea house, and walked to the other side of the official road. This time he could see clearly what was going on across.

They seem to be planting trees, and they do not know where to get the saplings. Along the official road and around the tree house, they are planted in a row.

This is really ... what kind of tree to plant? Want to get it out for firewood?

Xiaodian found that he really didn't understand these rich people's thoughts.

After returning to the tea house, it was another night.

The next morning, he opened the teahouse door as usual, and was suddenly taken aback.

Opposite ... flowered ... full of trees ...

It's winter, it's winter, right?