The Splendid Life of the Female Supporting Role

    The next morning, Qin Zhiyue gave Li Cuiyun medicine and went straight to the East Market with a vegetable basket. But there were only some rotten branches left, so she naturally had to be tighter.

    Now it's summer, and the market is too crowded to stay, so Qin Zhiyue bought a pound of fine flour, two large pieces of lard suet, a few mustard greens, and a bag of black Sesame, even if the purchase in the morning is completed, I will go back to Zhiyue Teahouse in a hurry.

    The soybeans were soaked last night, and she didn’t have any grinding tools here, so she hurried to the tofu workshop in the morning and asked them to help clean up, and she started refining lard in the back kitchen, Knead the noodles, ready to make flax pancakes.

    To make flax pancakes, it is essential to use lard as the key point.

      When the color is scorched yellow and the water is almost dry, remove the meat residue, put it in a can and seal it up, so that the lard is refined.

      Wrap the pastry, continue to roll out evenly, wait until each dose becomes a smooth cake, and then evenly spread a layer of salted egg white, sprinkle with just half-cooked black sesame seeds, The semi-finished flax cake is done.

      , the fragrance belonging to the flax pancakes burst out unscrupulously, and when both sides are golden brown, the flax pancakes that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and colorful and flavorful can be served.

    Qin Zhiyue was afraid that the cake would not be crispy after a long time, so he only baked a pot to taste the taste, just at this time, the small worker of the tofu factory brought the ground soy milk over, and as soon as he entered The back kitchen couldn't walk after smelling the fragrance, which made her laugh and cry, and hurriedly took a flax cake and asked others to taste it first.

    The little worker took it with a smile, for fear of being hot, he still held it with his sleeves. After blowing the heat, he took a bite and was immediately amazed by the crispy flax cake.

    What is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside? What is the fragrance of lips and teeth? That's it!

      ? Xiaogong took another big bite and tasted it carefully. Sure enough, he tasted a little sweetness. This illusory sweetness, combined with the faint salty taste that stirred up the tongue coating, was simply... too fragrant!

      Woolen cloth!

    "Little Boss, your craftsmanship is so good, I think it's on par with the chefs in Hemingju, hehe." The little worker was satisfied with the meal, collected the copper coins and wiped them Mouth, and then asked weakly, "How much is this piece of cake?"

    Qin Zhiyue had already sieved the soy milk twice when he was eating the cake, and he was pouring the soy milk into the hot pot at the moment, when he heard what he said, he turned back and smiled: " Please bring me these soy milk, this cake will not cost any money."

    The worker quickly thanked him, and then happily took the bucket and went back to the tofu shop.

    She guessed like this, just after ordering brine, a voice came from the front hall: "Boss Xiao Qin, how about an early morning?"

    Qin Zhiyue couldn't open her hand, so she could only reply: "Maybe it will take another quarter of an hour or so, what do you want? Flax cakes and beancurd are available this morning~"

    It was not someone else, it was Lin Wanfu who had dinner at Zhiyue Teahouse last night.

    When I came home last night, the old mother was lighting a lamp and boiling oil to sew up the clothes for him to take the exam in Beijing. When he thought that the old mother was away from home to rush to take the exam with him, and also thought of the delicious food he ate alone at night, he His nose was sour, and he immediately felt that he was not a thing. So I took the old mother to the teahouse early in the morning, thinking that I must let the old mother also taste the craftsmanship of the little boss and eat her sweet bean curd, hoping that the old mother can feel the taste of her hometown and be like him. Soothe the sadness in the heart.

    "Fuer, is it expensive to eat here..." Lin Wanfu's mother, Xu Ying, was stunned when she saw such a restaurant. Eat human bones, "Or if we go home, mother can make it for you..."

    As soon as Xu Ying said these words, Lin Wanfu couldn't stop the tears, but when he was about to say that we should eat this meal, Qin Zhiyue walked away from the back kitchen gracefully Out.

    "Don't worry, Auntie, I'm not a black shop." Qin Zhiyue smiled softly and put two sesame cakes and two beancurds on the table, "These two are just one copper coin. That's it."

    Lin Wanfu was stunned, but Xu Ying was surprised: "Really?"

    "Don't worry." Qin Zhiyue raised her head and gave Lin Wanfu a wink, then lowered her head and continued, "My aunt's accent seems to be from Linnan, I will tune these two beancurds for you. The ones are all sweet, you can ask me to add more, if you don’t like the taste, you can ask me to change it.”

    Xu Ying smiled and patted Qin Zhiyue's hand, and then quickly pulled Lin Wanfu to sit down, thinking that this little boss is really kind, these two breakfasts, even if they are placed in Lin Nan also wants four copper coins!

    Although Lin Wanfu felt a little ashamed, seeing his old mother so happy, he didn't have much to say. Seated, ready to start tasting breakfast.

    He naturally believed in the craftsmanship of the little boss. One bite of the sesame cake and one bite of sweet beancurd made him feel relaxed and satisfied in his stomach. When he couldn't stop praising Qin Zhiyue's craftsmanship, he was also apprehensive. Silently waiting for the old mother's evaluation.

    Xu Ying is a native of Linnan, and she eats sweet bean curd. It was not until she took care of her son to Beijing a few years ago to enter the northern border. Only then did she know that what the northerners eat is actually Salty bean curd! However, her taste has already become a habit, even if her son said that the taste of salty beancurd is a must, she still can't accept it, but she can't eat the authentic sweet beancurd. , It seems that he is gradually getting farther away from his hometown.

    At this time, she looked at the bowl of sweet beancurd in front of her. The white and tender surface was covered with a layer of bright and viscous red syrup water, decorated with a few clean raisins, as if sprinkled Some crushed sweet potatoes, just looking at the appearance, and the appearance of sweet beancurd in the hometown in memory, but some are uneven.

    This taste...I don't know how?

    Seeing that her son was already eating deliciously, and seeing the little girl taking care of her, she naturally didn't say much, so she picked up a porcelain spoon and gently scooped out a piece and put it in her mouth to taste it.

    With just one bite, she couldn't stop.