Farmhouse blessed wife is charming and beautiful

Chapter 143 Chapter 143 Green Orange You Are So Beautiful (3000 words)
The little girl suddenly climbed onto the chair and stood up, then picked up an egg white and handed it to Shen Qingcheng's mouth.

"Mother, you eat too."

Even if the little girl stood on the chair and stretched out her hand, she could barely reach Shen Qingcheng's mouth. Seeing her hard-working expression on her toes, Shen Qingcheng hurriedly opened her mouth to take the egg white in her hand, chewing and laughing He said: "It's delicious."

"Daddy, you eat too."

Watching Jun Yiluo stuff another piece of egg white into Jun Wulan's mouth, because Jun Wulan was too tall for the little girl's short hands to reach, so a piece of egg white was stuffed into Jun Wulan's collar, Jun Wulan looked embarrassed and quickly reached into his collar to take out the egg white.

puff!

Shen Qingcheng watched the interaction between their father and daughter, and couldn't hold back a chuckle.

After Shen Qingcheng laughed, she also praised Jun Yiluo: "Luo'er, you are so cute, will you feed food into your daddy's nostrils next time?"

Jun Wulan had only seen Shen Qingcheng smile before, pursing her lips and smiling warmly. It was the first time she saw her trembling with such a smile, and her ears couldn't help but feel a little hot.

"Qingcheng, you are so pretty."

Shen Qingcheng was laughing happily, and when she heard such compliments, she suddenly turned red.

"I'm making scallion pancakes."

She blushed and hurriedly turned around and walked out.

Looking at her leaving back in a hurry, Jun Yiluo opened his eyes wide and asked Jun Wulan curiously: "Daddy, are you shy?"

Thinking that Shen Qingcheng was often shy because of her own words, Jun Wulan nodded beautifully in her heart: "Yeah."

Shen Qingcheng hurried back to the kitchen, took Jun Yiluo's wooden spoon, crushed the egg yolk into a puree, poured some tea oil into the ceramic bowl, added a little salt, and used bamboo chopsticks to mix the tea oil and egg yolk mud evenly into pastry.

Clean the shallots and cut them into minced green onions.

Sitting in front of the stove, Mo Liang saw that she first spread a layer of golden egg custard on the dough, sprinkled the minced green onion evenly on the dough, and finally rolled up the dough and pressed it into a round cake shape.

"Qing Cheng, your method of making scallion pancakes is a bit different from other people's."

I bought scallion pancakes at the market in Xiliang Town yesterday. Shen Qingcheng probably knows how the scallion pancakes in Xiliang Town are made. It is the same way as making steamed buns. Wrap chopped scallions in the center and press them into round pancakes. shape, and the dough has not been proofed, such scallion pancakes are naturally not tasty.

"I make it like this, the pancakes are crispy and crispy, and every bite has a fragrant diced green onion."

While chatting with Mo Liang, Shen Qingcheng had already rolled seven or eight scallion pancakes.

Mo Liang saw that there was already a pile on the chopping board, so he asked, "Can we add firewood to the stove?"

Shen Qingcheng hummed, and said: "Just use a low fire for the pancakes."

Mo Liang added three small pieces of firewood to the stove, and the flames in the stove were thin. After a while, after the iron pan was hot, Shen Qingcheng poured tea oil into the pot, and pasted the cakes that were made before on the pan one by one.

While keeping an eye on the pies in the pan, she continued to make pies.

Slowly simmering on a low fire for a while, the smell of scallion pancakes wafted out of the pot. Shen Qingcheng was intoxicated by the scent, stopped what she was doing, picked up a spatula and gently removed the pancakes from the pan. Flip over, the fried side is browned and attractive.

Mo Liang craned his neck to take a look into the pot, before he ate it, he praised: "This color looks delicious."

Originally, he was not very optimistic about Shen Qingcheng's going to the town to sell scallion pancakes and stuffed buns, but now that he saw the scallion pancakes made by Shen Qingcheng, he suddenly looked forward to this business.

A pot of pancakes was baked until both sides were golden brown, fragrant and crispy. Shen Qingcheng took a dry wooden basin and cooked the pancakes. While the pancakes were the most crispy just out of the pan, Shen Qingcheng took one and handed it to the stove. Mo Liang.

"Uncle Liang, try something new first."

The cakes were so fragrant that Mo Liang didn't even bother to wash his hands. He put down the tongs and wiped the dust on his hands with his jacket, then took the cakes from Shen Qingcheng's hand, took a bite of the cakes, and his mouth burst into tears. There was a crackling sound, crispy, crispy and fragrant. The scallion pancakes I ate in Kyoto restaurants before did not have such a crispy texture or such a fragrance.

"How can this cake be so crispy?"

Shen Qingcheng took another ceramic bowl, picked up four cakes and put them into the bowl, and while going out with the bowl, she responded to Mo Liang: "This is the credit of the old noodle introduction, Uncle Liang, the big iron pot is also going to be burned." Hot, let's serve scallion pancakes with cabbage porridge tonight."

Mo Liang ate the cakes in big gulps, got up and filled the big iron pot with two bills of water with a wooden ladle, went back to the stove and stuffed firewood into the stove of the big iron pot.

Shen Qingcheng took the cakes to the main house for Jun Wulan's father and daughter to try. When she returned to the kitchen, Mo Liang had already heated up the big iron pot, and she scoured a bowl of rice and threw it into the pot before continuing to the small Paste cakes in iron pan.

After working for a while, all the pancakes came out of the pan, filling a full pot.

Looking at the golden and crisp pot, Mo Liang exclaimed, "How can you make such a big pot of cake with just a little flour?"

When Shen Qingcheng made noodles in the morning, he glanced at it. Shen Qingcheng took about a little more than a catty of flour. It is not bad for ordinary people to make a dozen scallion pancakes with a catty of flour. Although the pans used for the cakes are small, there are seventeen or eight. Counting the few you ate just now, you can make more than 40 cakes with a little more than a catty of flour. A cake costs more than 25 renminbi, and flour costs [-] renminbi a catty. After removing the cost of [-] renminbi and labor costs, you can earn at least [-] renminbi.

Mo Liang calculated carefully in his heart, and felt that this was a lucrative business, so he looked at Shen Qingcheng with bright eyes.

The white rice porridge in the big iron pot next door was also boiled. Shen Qingcheng washed a few cabbage leaves and shredded the cabbage leaves before responding to Mo Liang: "The dough is soft after proofing, so the cakes made A lot, the dough after proofing is used to make cakes, which are soft and delicious, but it is not as good as filling the stomach without proofing.”

"People who buy cakes only look at the size and texture. Our cakes are as big as those sold by others on the street."

Shen Qingcheng also planned so.

The pancakes had a bad taste and were as hard as a rock when bitten down. No one would buy them even if they could fill their stomachs.

Seeing that Mo Liang's face was full of smiles, she wished she could set up a stall on the street now, Shen Qingcheng jokingly asked, "Uncle Liang, are you not afraid that I will lose money now?"

"How can such a delicious pancake lose money, bah bah bah, what you said just now is too unlucky, don't say any more."

Mo Liang pouted on the ground three times with a serious expression, and seeing that Shen Qingcheng had already thrown the shredded cabbage into the porridge, he turned and walked out to the main room to ask Jun Wulan and his daughter to eat.

The cabbage porridge and cakes were eaten warmly, and the family of four ate to their heart's content, and their bodies were also warmed up.

After dinner, Mo Liang cleaned up and washed the dishes while listening to Shen Qingcheng and Jun Wulan discussing the details of setting up a stall in the town in the future.

Shen Qingcheng said: "Brother Jun, our village is some distance away from Xiliang Town. The scallion pancakes, steamed buns, and steamed buns are ready to be sold in the town. I'm afraid things will be cold before we reach the town. Can we learn from that?" The noodle stalls go directly to the town to set up a simple earthen stove, and sell it now, especially when the pancakes are cooked, the fragrance can waft out, maybe the fragrance can attract customers.”

"That's a good idea."

Before Jun Wulan could speak, Mo Liang first supported Shen Qingcheng.

Jun Wulan rested her chin on her hand and thought for a while, "If you go to the street to start a stove, you have to buy an iron pot."

Shen Qingcheng said: "It's best to buy two iron pots, one ordinary iron pot for steaming steamed buns and one pan for pancakes, Brother Jun, how much is an iron pot? If it's too expensive, let's buy it first With a pan, the business of steamed buns and steamed buns will not be done for the time being.”

Jun Wulan said: "The small iron pot we use now costs [-] yuan, the big iron pot costs [-] yuan, green orange, do you want to buy the big one or the small one?"

The small iron pot at home is enough for the cage.

Shen Qingcheng said: "Just buy the small ones, and save ten cents to weigh a catty of flour."

Jun Wulan kept her words in mind, and asked after thinking, "What kind of pan do you want? I've never seen a pan sold before, so I'm afraid I'll have to go to a blacksmith's to order it."

Only then did Shen Qingcheng realize that the frying pan was an object in her memory, and that this world might not exist. She got up and went to the stove to pick up a branch as a pen, and used the branch to draw the appearance of the frying pan on the muddy floor. Afraid of Jun Wulan's suspicion, she explained while drawing: "When I baked pancakes just now, I felt that the bottom of the pan was too sharp, and I couldn't fit a few pancakes in one pan, so I thought about changing the bottom of the ordinary pan to a flat one, so that every One pot can be filled with cakes, and one pot can bake a lot, which not only saves firewood and tea oil, but also saves time, Brother Jun, what do you think of my idea?"

"so smart."

Shen Qingcheng just wanted to get Jun Wulan's consent, but was caught off guard and was praised by Jun Wulan again.

She blinked, her eyes dodged a little, and suddenly she didn't know where to look.

Why is this man a little different from the previous two days? He praised her twice in one day, and his mouth seemed to have been smeared with honey.

"...Then this matter is settled like this."

"Well, let's go to town tomorrow morning and send you to the quilt shop, then I'll go to the blacksmith shop to inquire about it."

Because they were going to town early the next morning, the family rested early that night.

In the morning, just after dawn, Shen Qingcheng and his wife heard Wang Fugen shouting outside the yard.

"Brother Jun, Qingcheng, are you up yet?"

Shen Qingcheng and Jun Wulan opened their eyes almost at the same time.

Shen Qingcheng was lying face to face with Jun Wulan on Jun Wulan's arm, and when she opened her eyes, she met Jun Wulan's gaze.

"morning."

After Jun Wulan greeted Shen Qingcheng with a smile, she gently lifted the quilt to get up and get dressed.

"It seems that Brother Fugen is outside. I'll go out to have a look. There are scallion pancakes and porridge left from last night. I'll go to the kitchen to heat them up. You can sleep for a while."

Shen Qingcheng curled up in the warm blanket, watching the back of the man walking out while dressing, suddenly remembered a wise saying.

(End of this chapter)