Chapter 219 Crispy Milk Cake (please vote for me)
When Ying Bao heard this, he couldn't help but take a look at the fat shopkeeper Qiu.
He has a chubby face with a mustache and eyes narrowed into the shape of a Buddha. He has a kind face, but he is a shrewd man. He actually took a fancy to his eldest cousin at a glance.
However, the eldest cousin is indeed quite old. He will be 18 after the Chinese New Year. If he doesn’t find a wife, he will probably die of anxiety.
She tugged on her cousin's sleeve and winked at him.
Seeing that his cousin ignored him, he had no choice but to say to shopkeeper Qiu: "Uncle Qiu, do you really mind if I go to your house to learn how to make pastries?"
Qiu Fugui said with a smile: "Young lady, I'm joking, my neighbors can also make dim sum, so what's the big deal?"
"Then I'll go to your house and have a look." Ying Bao said with a smile, "I'm just going to pay a visit to Aunt Qiu."
The fact that he stole his master probably didn't go unnoticed by his wife, so it didn't seem right not to say anything about it.
"Welcome." Qiu Fugui looked at Jiang Cheng eagerly again: "Brother Jiang, why don't we go together."
Jiang Cheng nodded helplessly and cupped his hands towards Qiu Fugui: "Then don't bother Shopkeeper Qiu."
So, Jiang Quan stayed behind to look after the house, while Jiang Cheng and his little cousin got into shopkeeper Qiu's donkey cart and headed to his house.
On the way, Jiang Cheng bought a few packs of candied fruits and took them as gifts.
Shopkeeper Qiu didn't stop him. He looked at the young man with a smile the whole time. The more he looked at him, the more he fell in love with him. He felt that he was as handsome and sensible as when he was young.
Arriving in front of Rongfuji Pastry Shop, Yingbao and her cousin got off the carriage.
Qiu Fugui happily led the brothers and sisters to the backyard, not forgetting to tell the boy in the shop to pick some snacks and send them to the backyard.
"Rong'er Ronger! We have guests, come and have some tea!" Qiu Fugui started calling before he even entered the main room.
"Here we come!" There was a clear response, and a little girl in red, about fourteen or fifteen years old, lifted the curtain from the back room and came out.
As soon as I looked around, I saw a handsome young man in plain clothes standing in the yard. I couldn't help but be startled. I quickly covered half of my face with my sleeves and quietly looked at the person.
Qiu Fugui smiled and said, "Rong'er, this is the shopkeeper of Jiang Ji's Specialty Shop, who has business dealings with our family. Why don't you come over and see me as a gift?"
Qiu Rong then put down her sleeves and bowed politely to Jiang Chengfu: "Wish you good luck, shopkeeper Jiang."
Jiang Cheng resisted the urge to run away and reluctantly returned the greeting.
Qiu Fugui had been paying attention to Jiang Cheng's performance, and felt relieved and disappointed when he saw that Jiang Cheng didn't even look at his daughter.
Does Jiang Xiaolangjun look down on his daughter?
Impossible. Although his daughter is not a queen, she is still a pretty young lady. Why doesn't he even raise his eyelids?
Qiu Fugui had no choice but to introduce Ying Bao to his daughter: "This is shopkeeper Jiang's sister, her name is... Well, what is the little lady's name?"
"My name is Jiang Yingbao. Wish you all the best for Sister Rong." Yingbao saluted Qiu Rong in a dignified manner.
Qiu Rong held her hand and said with a smile: "Sister Yingbao, please come into the house with me and sit down."
Qiu Fugui also grabbed Jiang Cheng and followed him into the house.
Not long after, the boy delivered an assorted box, which contained several kinds of pastries and fruits, as well as his family's most famous three-color bean paste cake.
This kind of bean paste cake is made of three-color fillings made of red bean paste, mung bean paste and chestnut flour. It is crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside, sweet and delicious, and very delicious.
Qiu Rong brought tea, poured tea for Jiang Cheng and Ying Bao herself, and then sat aside and talked to Ying Bao.
Qiu Fugui also pretended to chat with Jiang Cheng, making insinuations from time to time, and finally found out clearly about the Jiang family's situation.
When he heard that the Jiang family was a farmer, all the children in the family had gone to school, and the third uncle of the Jiang family was still the village leader, Qiu Fugui was even more satisfied and wished he could find a matchmaker to talk to Jiang Cheng right away.
To be able to serve as the leader of the village, the Jiang family must be a highly respected local family, and they are also second- or first-class farmers.
When my daughter gets married, not only will she be rich, but at least she won't go hungry.
Soon Qiu Fugui's wife Qiu Auntie also came, holding a five or six-year-old boy in her hand.
"Oh, isn't this Shopkeeper Jiang? What a rare visitor." Aunt Qiu looks exactly like her husband. She also has a chubby body and a round face. When she smiles, her eyes narrow into crescents.
Jiang Cheng quickly stood up and saluted: "Aunt Qiu, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Why are you bothering me? As soon as you come to our house, please sit down quickly." Aunt Qiu turned her eyes from her daughter and Jiang Cheng, then saw Ying Bao, and smiled even more kindly: "This is not Ying Bao. My precious little lady, come on, let me take a look."
Ying Bao obediently bowed to her: "Happy ma'am."
Aunt Qiu pulled her over and praised her: "Miss Yingbao is getting more and more beautiful, just like the little fairy boy in the painting. Oh, I wish you were my daughter."
She pulled her son beside her and said with a smile: "Together we will be the golden boy and beautiful girl under the constellation of longevity."
Ying Bao glanced at the golden boy who was snorting and her eyelids twitched.
The golden boy gave her a big smile, sucked up the snot that was on his lips, and said, "Sister Yingbao."
"Golden boy..." For a little boy as big as her, Yingbao really couldn't say the word brother.
That's right, this boy's name is Jintong, and he is the only son of his enemy. I saw him at the door of his shop last time. At that time, he was squatting under the tree at the door and poking ants with a small stick.
Qiu Fugui secretly winked at his wife and said, "Yingbao wants to learn how to make our new cakes. Please take her to see them." This would also allow his daughter to be alone with Jiang Cheng.
Aunt Qiu understood and immediately took Yingbao and asked, "My family has a new pastry, do you want to go and have a look?"
Ying Bao nodded immediately: "I'm going, thank you Aunt Qiu."
Not everyone can enter the kitchen of the enemy's pastry shop. The last time they came to discuss business with the enemy, Dani, Erni and Jiang Quan were not allowed to enter. Only I was allowed in by Aunt Qiu because of my young age, and watched for a long time. .
So Aunt Qiu took Ying Bao's youngest son to the kitchen.
From a distance, I could smell the sweet aroma emanating from the stove, which made my mouth water.
Two or three women, about thirty or forty years old, were busy in the kitchen. They were all hired help by the enemy.
Aunt Qiu brought her to an aunt: "Sister-in-law Xue, please teach Yingbao how to make crispy milk cake."
Sister-in-law Xue agreed, glanced at the little girl, and murmured in her heart.
Teaching such a young child how to make pastries, I wonder if she can remember it.
But who cares about her, just let her boss teach her, it’s not that complicated.
Since you are teaching pastry making, you must start from scratch and not miss any step.
Aunt Xue took out a few big steamed buns and told Ying Bao: "Peel off the scalp of the steamed buns first, and then make the crispy crust later."
Yingbao obeyed and went to wash her hands and scalp the steamed buns with Aunt Xue.
After peeling off the scalps of several steamed buns, Aunt Xue cut them into dices, poured them into a clean iron pot, and fried them over low heat to dry them out and make them crispy.
Take out these crispy steamed buns and put them on a plate to cool, then pour them on the board, cover them with gauze, and crush them with a rolling pin.
The crushed steamed buns must be sifted through a dough sieve to filter out the coarse ones and leave the fine ones for later use.
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