Strange World Little Cooking Saint

After Liu Shishi's recruitment sign was posted, people applied for it soon. In the end, Shi Yu only left three of them.

All three of them are cooks, as long as they have a solid foundation in craftsmanship. Shi Yu didn't ask too much of them.

After people are recruited, the manager of Lingda will explain to them carefully the wages and work and rest time.

After they signed the contract, Shi Yu didn't procrastinate, and let them start working directly.

You three, take this green plum and boil it.

The three listened and looked at each other. One person first took the greengage to wash, although he was puzzled, it is winter now, why is the greengage so fresh? Another person went to fetch water, and the last person to get firewood.

After the three people divided their work, the fire soon caught fire. After the water boiled, they put the greengage down and watched the small fruits floating in the water, they were a little confused.

Greengage pulp is sour, and after being boiled in water, the water will only become sour. Is it possible that the owner has a unique taste and want to drink some sour water?

They were skeptical in their hearts, but they didn't dare to ask. After all, they were newcomers, what should they do if they talked too much and made their boss disgusted.

Shi Yu waited until they had almost boiled the green plum water, let it cool down, and used two large porcelain jars to fill half of it.

Tsk, it would be great if there was a glass bottle. Thinking of this, Shi Yu asked Liu Shishi and Ling Xiaoxiao to find time to buy a crystal bottle.

As for the green plum water left in the pot, Shi Yu continued to ask one of them to turn on a small fire, and then poured a small bucket of milk into it.

When milk encounters acid, it will quickly coagulate into flocs.

You watch me do it carefully.

This is what you have to do from now on. Shi Yu said while stirring in the pot with a pair of chopsticks.

When the three people heard that this was what they were going to do, they all looked carefully.

I saw the pair of bamboo chopsticks stirring in the pot, and the white catkin-like thing quickly attached to the chopsticks, little by little, and the white part became bigger and bigger, and when it was finally fished out, it was already the size of a ball.

Looking inside the pot, the water has regained its clarity.

Shi Yu put the white floc that he scooped up in his palm and began to knead it, but after a while, it turned into a ball of milky white jelly.

Stretching the thing open and wrapping it around two emerald green bamboo poles, Shi Yu introduced: This is called a breast fan. You can also try to make it.

The milk fan is very elastic, and when stretched, it wraps around the bamboo pole, like a piece of toffee spread out.

Shi Yu took this out to dry in the yard, while the remaining three people looked at the basket of green plums and three barrels of milk next to them, and finally decided to try it in the order they saw before.

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

After Shiyu dried the milk fan, he saw a wasteland behind him, so he thought he might as well buy it together.

After discussing this idea with Liu Shiyi, Liu Shishi and Ling Xiaoxiao immediately went to the government office in the city. It's easy to do things with money, and when they come back in the afternoon, they also bring back the land deed.

When they told Shi Yu the news, Shi Yu was just taking back the breast fan that was drying outside.

The sun is good today, and it is very warm on the body. The milk fan dries relatively quickly. Even if there is still a little moisture, the soft and sticky milk fan will become hard and brittle after drying it with fire.

When Liu Shiyi saw this new thing, he couldn't help but said, What is this? You've just been busy for so long just to make this?

Facing Liu Shiyi's question, the three newcomers looked at a loss. Although they also participated in the production of the thing, they didn't know what it was.

What it is, you will find out later. Shi Yu smiled and took these dried breast fans into the kitchen.

Light the fire and heat the oil, and when the aroma of the oil comes out, put the milk fan into the oil pan.

As soon as the white milk fan entered the oil pan, it immediately made a sizzling sound. After a while, the whole breast fan became puffy 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 on it, and put it on a white porcelain plate.

You can add sugar and salt, and add a little honey for a better taste. Try it yourself, this is a fried milk fan. If you don't want to be oiled, you can use roasted ones.

As she said that, she directly removed the pot, and under the pot was a gradually weakening fire.

Split the chopsticks, let the milk fan sandwich in the middle, spread a little honey on it, and then put it on the fire to roast.

The breast fan preheated, the body began to swell, and the honey smeared on it also began to seep into it along the gap.

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

Liu Shixin couldn't help but took one to eat, whether it was baked or fried, it was very crispy, and when the food was eaten in his mouth, the people next to him could hear the crackling sound.

This tastes good! It can be sold in our store. Liu Shishi said.

Ling Xiaoxiao glanced at him with a smile, Otherwise, do you think this thing is just made casually for us to eat?

Shi Yu bit his roasted milk fan and watched the two of them bickering with smiling eyes. Where there are young people, there will always be a fresh feeling.

The aroma of milk mixed with the sweetness of honey slowly drifts in the heat.

At this time, it was approaching evening, the number of tourists on the official road was much less, and the teahouse on the opposite side became deserted.

The shop waiter smelled the sweet milk fragrance again, standing here, he seemed to be able to hear the laughter on the other side.

Business is so bad, but you can still laugh so happily. Young people are really big-hearted. However, the milk smell is really sweet, maybe let the chefs in the kitchen see if they can make the same thing.

When the last rays of the sun set, the waiter was packing the teacups, and then he saw the door closed behind him.

...

It closed so early.

It seems that what the shopkeeper said is right, these people are just here for fun, and they don't care about business or not.

As he thought about it, he soon realized that there seemed to be movement on the other side.

He couldn't resist going up to the second floor, walked to the railing, stood on tiptoe, and looked across. But the dense canopy blocked his sight.

He simply excused himself to relieve himself, left the teahouse and walked to the other side of the official road. This time he saw clearly what the other side was doing.

They seemed to be planting trees, and they didn't know where to get the saplings. They planted a row along the official road and around the tree house.

This is really... What kind of tree should I plant? Do you want to take it out and use it as firewood?

The waiter found that he really didn't understand the thoughts of these rich people.

When we got back to the teahouse, another night passed.

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

On the opposite side...blossoming...peach blossoms all over the tree...

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

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