Selling desserts in ancient times

Chapter 5

"Your meat—" the butcher wrapped the cut lean meat in oiled paper and threw it into Ji Wei's arms. Seeing him staring at his back all the time, he couldn't help but turn around and look over, "There is a watchdog at home, and this bone is given to him as a reward." "

This dog is also lucky. Master, there is meat to eat every day. If you change to another place, you might not even smell the bones." The butcher said with a cheerful smile.

Ji Wei is so craving for meat that he hasn't seen meat for several days in a row, and he can't even walk past the pork shop. Coupled with the fact that he has just made money, every penny has to be counted carefully. At first he heard that the dogs in the butcher's house eat better than himself, and there is meat in every meal, and he is really envious. It's a pity in my heart, but on the face, I can't keep my eyes open, "Your dog is so lucky, I also have a dog, and I eat two bites with leftovers on weekdays, or I eat a sweet potato and grow up vegetarian. I don't know the taste of meat."

Hearing this, the butcher shook his head sympathetically.

Ji Wei tentatively said: "Look, boss, otherwise you can sell this bone to me, and let my old dog smell the meat." "

You want to buy bones?" The butcher scratched his head in disbelief. The family was burning too much money, and even bought bones with no meat at all for the family dog ​​to eat.

He looked Ji Wei up and down, this big guy, and immediately broke his mouth and smiled, "If you want, I will give you all the bones in this bag, and I will only charge you ten cents." Ji Wei didn't agree immediately, but asked the butcher to carry the

sack , Count carefully. There are only four large bones in the bag, but there are still some ribs lying underneath, which I didn't see clearly just now.

The meat on these ribs has been stripped clean, leaving only the bones.

Ji Wei saw his temples throbbing, and felt sorry in his heart, it was such a waste of money. The ribs are soft and tender, whether they are stewed or braised in brown sauce, they are excellent, but they were boned.

"Is all the meat off the pork ribs?" Ji Wei turned over the bones, pretending to be calm.

"That's right, it takes time to pick the rib meat, and the selling price is low. It costs fifteen yuan a catty, here." The butcher pointed to a pile of minced meat in the corner, "It has to be put away every day. In the end, sometimes it's a pity to sell twelve or thirty cents."

Ji Wei nodded, agreeing in her heart. But I couldn't tell, so I had to ask the butcher the opening time on weekdays, and planned to go to the butcher shop to buy a few catties of ribs before the next time, so as not to be picked clean again and turned into a pile of minced meat.

He negotiated the price with the butcher, and took the pile of bones with the sack for seven Wen. When it was thrown on the cart, Liu Yimian was taken aback, and stared at the sack with wide eyes, with an expression of disbelief.

"Brother Ji, how much meat did you buy?" Looking at the bag, Liu Yimian was a little worried, afraid that Ji Wei would spend all the money he had earned so hard to buy meat without restraint.

"I don't know."

Liu Yimian was puzzled, but also a little anxious, biting her lip and following Ji Wei silently.

The two walked halfway one after the other, and Ji Wei realized something was wrong, "Why don't you talk? Are you tired?"

Although Ji Wei was careful and polite, after all, it was only five days since the original owner Yu Wei was still there, Liu Yimian Still a little scared in my heart, I immediately shook my head and said in a low voice: "I'm not tired, Brother Ji, push the car for me."

Ji Wei smiled and said: "You have small arms and legs, you should save writing, this time I'll just do the work."

"Writing?" Liu Yimian was startled.

Since his mother's death, he has hardly touched a pen. Every day from opening his eyes to work to closing his eyes, he would forget how to write words.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Ji Wei also stopped. Seeing the young man staring at him blankly, he couldn't help but feel playful, slightly bent his index finger, and flicked heavily on his forehead, leaving a red mark, which made Liu Yimian jump up in fright, and looked at him anxiously.

"You are only fifteen years old. You should study hard. If you don't read and write well, what are you going to do? Are you chopping firewood for cooking?" Ji Wei rubbed his belly and urged, "Go faster, the sweet potatoes you ate in the morning are early." After digesting, I'm still going home for lunch."

Ji Wei is tall and burly, almost a head taller than Liu Yimian, with long hands and long feet, and he walks swiftly. In order not to be pulled down by him, Liu Yimian had to trot to keep up, so she didn't have time to think wildly.

After rushing all the way, the two arrived home at noon.

Ji Wei asked Liu Yimian to clean the cart, while he took a bone and most of the ribs, washed them and cut them into sections. Half a pot of water was put in the iron pot, only sliced ​​ginger was added, and the pot was covered. Another catty of flour was poured out, an egg was beaten, salt and water were added, and a smooth dough was kneaded, and an iron basin was used to wake up the dough.

From getting up in the morning to now, Ji Wei kneaded a lot of face. Thanks to the good physical fitness of the original owner, he survived the whole process. But after being tired for a long time, my arms are a little sore after all.

Ji Wei poured a bowl of cold water from the teapot, sat on the stool and drank it. As soon as his body relaxed, his thoughts drifted away involuntarily, and he began to think about how to continue his favorite career in his previous life in this primitive and backward world.

Speaking of West Point, this is an industry that relies heavily on tools. As long as you are playing baking, you will inevitably spend money on tools. It can be said that bakers are made entirely of money.

There are two types of baking tools, one is the mold, although it is fine, it is not impossible to make. What makes Ji Wei feel embarrassed is plug-in tools such as ovens and toasters. Even if he can ask someone to make a shell, he can't solve the problem of no electricity.

If he wants to regain his old career in this world, the first thing to do is to solve the oven.

No oven, no pastry.

Ji Wei suddenly felt a headache. In his previous life, the oven ranged from thousands of yuan to tens of hundreds of yuan, and it was everywhere, blooming everywhere. How could he have imagined that one day, he would be stumped by it.

If there is a solution, it is not without it.

In her previous life, Ji Wei spent many years abroad in order to learn West Point. I have seen many home-made bread kilns, used them and asked about the production principle, but he has never done it himself, and whether it can be successful is still a question.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that Liu Yimian, who had finished wiping the cart, walked in smelling the smell. Seeing Ji Wei sitting on the side thinking about something, he immediately put the rag aside, walked behind him, and said softly: "Brother Ji, let me pinch it for you." Before the original owner was tired outside, he would ask

Liu Yimian to help him when he got home. He squeezed his shoulders and beat his legs. In the beginning, the original owner still disliked Liu Yimian's lack of energy, so he scolded her a few times, and Liu Yimian grew up quickly. Later, the craftsmanship became more and more exquisite, and the original owner praised it quite a lot.

Without waiting for Ji Wei's consent, Liu Yimian's hand squeezed Ji Wei's shoulder. He skillfully pressed around the spine, whether it was light or heavy, so that Ji Weidun, who had been exhausted since the morning, felt a burst of heat in his shoulders, and couldn't help moaning comfortably, and praised: "Mianmian, you This skill is really good."

In the previous life, Ji Wei went to the store to spend money on massages, and the masseur's skill was just like this.

Liu Yimian's face was slightly hot, but she didn't make a sound.

Mianmian is his nickname, except for Mother, only Aunt Zhou calls him that. When the original owner called him back and forth, at most he called Liu Yimian angrily, never had he been so intimate and familiar. Ji Wei's cry made Liu Yimian a little embarrassed.

Ji Wei was very comfortable after being massaged, and when he got up early, his eyelids were fighting up and down, making him a little drowsy. After a long while, with a jerk of his head, he jumped up from the stool, remembering that something was still burning in the pot.

He hurried over to check and found that water had been added to the pot.

"I was afraid that the water would not be enough, so I added half a teaspoon, is it too much?" Liu Yimian was a little nervous.

"No, no, I was going to add water. I didn't expect your massage to be so comfortable that I fell asleep. Fortunately, you watched the pot, otherwise it would be broken if it boiled dry." Ji Wei praised Liu Yimian again A few words, put the waked dough on the table together with the rolling pin.

First wipe the table twice with a damp rag, and then sprinkle a layer of dry flour.

Ji Wei first divided the dough into two halves, took one half and kneaded it into long strips and crossed them into twists, and repeated the crossed long strips several times before serving.

Then he grabbed the two ends of the strips of dough with his left hand inward and his right hand outward, shook and stretched without hesitation, then dipped flour on the chopping board and folded it into two pieces to prevent the noodles from sticking together, repeating this process over and over again.

The dough that was opened in Ji Wei's hands quickly turned into noodles as thick as hair in just a quarter of an hour.

Liu Yimian, who was witnessing the whole process from the side, was so startled by the hand that she forgot to blink, looked straight at Ji Wei's hand, and finally recovered her voice after a while, "Brother Ji, when did you learn this?"

Ji Wei, who was in the ramen, took the time to smile at him, "I learned it in my dream."

Liu Yimian stopped talking, watching Ji Wei's flowing movements silently, and couldn't help feeling inferior.

He is a brother, but his cooking skills are not as good as Brother Ji's, which is really embarrassing.

After Ji Weiyi pulled the noodles, he poured the stewed bone broth into a large basin. When the pot is dry, quickly pour in vegetable oil, cut half a piece of lean meat into strips, sauté in the oil pot, sprinkle a little sugar to enhance freshness, then pour bone soup and noodles into the pot in turn.

While the noodles are cooking, put oil, salt, wine, and chopped green onion into two large bowls. Once the noodles are cooked, take them out of the pot with chopsticks and spread a layer of bones evenly on the noodles.

Ji Wei called Liu Yimian to serve the noodles, and took the remaining lean meat and bones to the well. The low temperature of the well water is a natural refrigerator, and it is wisdom passed down from generation to generation that farmers store inexhaustible food in the well.

After all, this meat was bought at a high price, and it is considered a luxury for the current Ji Wei, and it cannot be overstated no matter how well it is handled. He glanced at the trolley by the way, saw that it was also cleaned, and immediately ran back to the kitchen, picked up the big enamel bowl, and began to eat noodles in big mouthfuls.

After his stomach was a little full, Ji Wei took a sip of the soup, grabbed the bone, inserted the chopsticks into the hollow, poked it, and sucked it hard.

The author has something to say: Ah, the cake is so delicious, I ordered a six-inch mango cake with peach milkshake QAQ for myself,

and thank you for the support of Cangjian*1, My Sad Heart and Mingyue*2 Landmine, okay? Da(づ￣3￣)づ