Chapter 129 Ruozhu’s hand grabs the cake

After Deng Deng had eaten and drank enough and fell asleep again, Bai Ruozhu went back to the main room. The food was left for her, but it was already cold. She heated up the food with a grimace and finished the meal in the kitchen.

After eating, she remembered the medicated soup, and hurriedly asked her family how they felt after drinking it. It was autumn now, and her medicated soup was for eliminating fire and eliminating dryness. The family could not feel the effect immediately, they just felt that it was particularly refreshing. tasty.

Bai Ruozhu felt that this was enough, and it was impossible to sell a sufficient amount of medicinal soup on the street, otherwise the cost would be too high.

"Dad, Mom, I want to start a small business after the autumn harvest." Bai Ruozhu said.

Lin Ping'er glanced at her daughter distressedly and said, "You have the dividends from Du's Pharmacy, so what else do you do to make a living? You still have to nurse your child. It will be too hard to make a living any more."

"Then help me. My sister-in-law will be able to help me when she comes in later." Bai Ruozhu smiled and took her mother's arm. Although she was already a mother, she could still act like a child in front of her mother.

Lin Ping'er loved her daughter, and she became a little loose when she was entangled with her. Bai Zehao agreed with Bai Ruozhu's suggestion and helped him by saying, "Let me tell you what you think, little sister. Let's put it together. If you are too tired, mother will not It’s okay to agree.”

This makes sense, Lin Ping'er should let Bai Ruozhu do the talking.

"I researched a kind of food called hand cakes. There is absolutely no one selling this kind of food in town. I guess it will definitely attract a lot of customers." Bai Ruozhu said.

"Hand cakes?" Bai Zepei raised his eyebrows, "Is it similar to the hand cakes from the Western Regions?"

Bai Ruozhu didn't know whether the hand-made rice her second brother was talking about was the same as the hand-made rice she knew. She could only shake her head and said, "I don't know what hand-made rice looks like, but I figured out the hand-made biscuits myself. Otherwise, I'll make dinner for you to try. If you think it's delicious, we can discuss whether we can make a living like this."

When the family heard that there was something new to eat, they immediately nodded and passed.

In the afternoon, Bai Ruozhu prepared the ingredients for hand-made cakes. Lin Ping'er was at the side to help, and she rushed to do the work of making dough. She was afraid that Bai Ruozhu would be too tired and affect her milk supply, causing Bai Ruozhu to complain that she was turned into paper.

When it was dinner time, Bai Ruozhu ran to ask her family, "Come on, let's talk about what flavor you want?"

"What flavors are there?" Bai Yihong had just come back from the fields and was fetching water to wash his hands. For some reason, when his daughter asked, he felt his stomach growl. Maybe the deliciousness his daughter cooked was too popular.

"There are egg-flavored ones, vegetable-flavored ones, and meat-loaf-flavored ones. Of course, you can also get three-in-one." Bai Ruozhu introduced.

"Give dad a three-in-one meal." Bai Yihong felt even hungrier.

Bai Zehao didn't like eating vegetables, so he said directly: "I want eggs and meatloaf, can I do that?"

"Of course, you can have whatever you want, as long as it doesn't taste bad." Bai Ruozhu looked at his second brother with a smile, but Bai Zepei said, "Make one of each, and I'll taste them one by one."

Hey, the second brother wants to have a good taste. He is taking the business she plans to do seriously and wants to help her give advice.

Bai Ruozhu trotted into the kitchen and quickly started making hand cakes. Soon the aroma floated out of the kitchen and into the yard. Bai Yihong and his son couldn't help but sniff. Why did this cake smell so good? fragrant?

"What little sister makes are pancakes, right? I haven't seen meat-shaobing pancakes that delicious in town." Bai Zehao scratched his head. Is this really something the little sister made casually?

"Come on, come on, dinner is ready, come in quickly." Bai Ruozhu brought a tray with a few hand cakes on it. Lin Ping'er who followed behind brought a big bowl of soup and said with a smile: " They were all served quickly, but Ruozhu said the hand cakes were not delicious because they were cold."

The three of them, father and son, all stared at the hand cakes. They felt that they were very different from the sesame cakes they had seen before. The outer layer of the hand cakes was golden and looked very crispy and refreshing. There was a little crack in the folded area, which was good. Seeing the soft and white cake core inside, you can imagine that even people with bad teeth can bite it.

The three of them sniffed. Bai Zepei looked at Bai Ruozhu and asked, "Is it the scent of scallion oil?"

"Yes, it's fragrant with green onions." Bai Ruozhu nodded, and then pointed out the three desired cakes to them for them to try.

Bai Yihong was the first to grab it and taste it. When he tasted it, he immediately felt that the pancake was exactly as he had imagined. It was crispy on the outside and soft and chewy on the inside. But it was also different from what he had imagined. This pancake was different from the pancakes and sesame pancakes he had eaten in the past. , seemed to be particularly fragrant, and combined with the meatloaf, eggs and fresh vegetables inside, it was particularly delicious. He finished one in just a few bites.

"Daughter, are there any more?" Bai Yihong asked a little embarrassed.

"Whatever flavor Dad wants, Mom will make it for you." Bai Ruozhu said with a smile, then took out a cake and started eating it.

Bai Yihong's face was a little stiff. Lin Ping'er angrily hit him and said, "You just look down on my craftsmanship. If you have the ability, don't eat it later!" After saying that, she ignored Bai Ruozhu and went straight to the kitchen to cook again. A few hand pancakes.

Bai Zehao and Bai Zepei also agreed. When asked why the taste of this cake was different, Bai Ruozhu blinked and said, "Hot noodles."

Men don't know much about cooking, so they just said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions in the end.

After a while, Lin Ping'er brought the newly made hand cakes to the table. Bai Yihong hurriedly grabbed one and ate it, which burned his tongue. He took a few deep breaths of air conditioning, blew on it again, and then ate it in small bites. stand up.

"Hey, damn, your craftsmanship has improved a lot. It tastes almost the same as Ruozhu's." Bai Yihong smiled and praised, but his smile was a little embarrassing. He just disliked Lin Ping'er's poor craftsmanship.

Lin Ping'er gave him a big roll of her eyes and said, "This is not because Ruozhu is smart. I saw that this can be done. Even if Ruozhu is not present, I can set up the stall myself."

It turns out that Bai Ruozhu had prepared the ingredients early, divided the noodles into portions, and prepared the meatloaf in advance. This made it much more convenient to make the cakes with hands, and the seasoning sprinkled on top was also based on the amount. Lin Ping'er I quickly learned it by heart, so it’s not difficult to do it at all.

Bai Zehao sucked his fingers and said, "I also think this deal will work!"

Bai Ruozhu snickered. The hand cakes that were common on the streets in later generations turned out to be a rare thing in ancient times. She had picked them up and missed them. Of course, it is inseparable from her fresh soup noodles. You must know that there is no MSG at this time. From this point of view, others have imitated the shape of her hand cakes, but they cannot imitate the taste of her hand cakes. .

"If everyone has no objections, I will continue to tinker with it recently. After the autumn harvest is over, we will go to the town to set up a stall." Bai Ruozhu finished eating a hand cake and preached loudly.