When he got home, Zhang Lin found out the yeast powder and melted it with warm water, then added sugar and flour to stir it, and finally kneaded it into a smooth dough, put it in a basin and wrapped it with an electric blanket and a quilt, and it will almost be ready after he finished practicing.

I don’t know if it’s because of my good mood, but today’s two-hour practice experience has improved compared to before. With this progress, I guess the time to face the hurdle of entry again will not be too far away.

Throw yourself into the bathroom and clean it up, and then see that the dough has fermented twice as big as before. It seems that the method of using an electric blanket to make noodles is quite effective this day.

Knead the dough evenly on the chopping board. There is also a point in kneading the dough. You must knead it thoroughly and discharge all the gas in the dough so that the steamed buns will be smooth and delicate.

Then roll the kneaded dough into long strips, then divide it into pieces of dough of similar size, and finally use your hands to pull the dough inward and roll it into a round steamed bun dough.

The prepared steamed bun noodles should be left to sit for more than ten or twenty minutes before they can be put into a special large steamer. First, boil the water in the steamer over low heat, then steam over medium heat and high heat for ten minutes, then turn off the heat and wait for five minutes before taking out the steamed buns.

Zhang Lin made a gesture, injecting these steamed buns into real energy one by one, and finally putting them into a special paper bag for food. Looking at the thirty paper bags in front of him, Zhang Lin felt very satisfied and could finally make money by himself!

The guzzling stomach interrupted Zhang Lin's imagination ruthlessly, and then I remembered that I hadn't eaten yet, and then there was two missing paper bags.

"Scent! It's really fragrant!"

Zhang Lin swore that he had never eaten such delicious steamed buns, and then the pile of paper bags soon lost two more.

"Okay, I will open on the first day of tomorrow. If you have less, just a little less, hehe."

Zhang Lin patted his somewhat full belly and said. This extremely ordinary big steamed bun has been injected with true energy, but the taste and taste have undergone earth-shaking changes, which are absolutely extraordinary!

"It's not so good to have dry food but no soup, let me think about it..."

A few chickens were taken out from the refrigerator, rinse them and throw them into a large pot. The pot has a diameter of about half a meter and a height of 40 cm. It is generally used to make old hot soup, and it is important to keep the soup dry without extinguishing the heat.

After the water boils, scoop out the foam on the surface, then pat a large piece of ginger and throw it in, turn off the fire first, and prepare to turn on the low heat before going to bed and slowly suck it all night. Anyway, the stove has the function of turning off the gas by itself, so there is no need to worry about safety issues.

After the time being, Zhang Lin cleaned the kitchen and asked Pipi to return to the room. Since Lawrence's death, as soon as Zhang Lin returned home, Pipi has followed him. Fortunately, there is a dog hole on the first floor that specializes in entering and exiting, which is convenient.

Turning on the desk lamp, Zhang Lin looked through the textbook. In addition to practical content, he also had a lot of theoretical knowledge to master every day. When he was reading in his previous life, he was most annoyed by these words, but now he read it very happily because of the improvement of memory.

Influenced by the inheritance of the saints in another world, Zhang Lin's memory performance was completely at the level of a monster. As long as he saw something, he could be fully remembered in his mind, and even in terms of integration.

It took him only one night to print all the book Introduction to Music and Arts in his mind. The part that has not been published yet will be fully digested in the future.

Go to the kitchen to turn the chicken soup on the heat, and fill the water in the big pot to three-quarters, so that it will not be simmered out when it is boiled on low heat. When you wake up tomorrow morning, the soup will be boiled out. Then use a paper cup to pack the sealing machine and you will be done with everything.

After a night of nothing, Zhang Lin woke up and went to the kitchen as soon as he woke up. The chicken soup was boiled until the soup was clear and fragrant. Turn off the heat and cut the onions, find paper cups and sprinkle some scallions in each, waiting for the filling after cultivation.

After completing the practice, the chicken soup in the pot was slightly cool, and a thin layer of oily skin condensed on the surface, which was convenient to remove the greasyness from the soup. Then heat it until it was slightly hot, sprinkle with salt and put the soup into 26 paper cups.

Inject real energy into each cup of chicken soup in turn and pack it up. Put the chicken soup and steamed buns into a large paper bag in portions, then pack it into the tidy box and carry it on a pickup truck. Finally, the small half pot of chicken soup was also brought into the car, bid farewell to Pipi, and drove to school.

Unloading, parking, and class soon passed in the morning. As soon as school was over, Zhang Lin handed Scarlett a paper bag and asked her to help deliver it to the aunt in the administrative department. Naturally, there was a chicken soup steamed bun set meal inside.

"This is the lunch you are going to sell today? Why can't you smell a little?" Scarlett put his nose up and sucked hard.

"Special craftsmanship, hurry up and come back to help, and leave a copy for you." After that, Zhang Lin hurried to the parking lot. After all, it was the first time to start a stall and not be missed.

When Zhang Lin drove his RV to the food sales area, there were already a long queue in front of other stalls. He found an open space to park the car, set up the window of the sales window, took out an electronic advertising board and hung it next to the window to start business.

The half-pot chicken soup on the stove inside the RV was boiled again. Zhang Lin just treated this as a silent advertisement. The injected true energy made the aroma emitted with a strong and mellow aroma, completely different from the barbecue and frying at other stalls.

"God, what does this smell? I swear I've never smelled such a seductive smell!"

"Then! A new sales point."

"Wow, really, go and have a look."

Soon someone gathered at the source of the fragrance, but when he saw the content on the advertising board, he was so depressed.

"What does this mean?" someone asked Zhang Lin in the car.

"It's literal." Zhang Lin answered very casually.

"That means, after I buy it, I can get an unconditional refund as long as I think I am not satisfied?"

Zhang Lin nodded without saying a word.

"Okay! I want to see what you bought is worth this price!" The man believed Zhang Lin's light and light look, and with the fragrance that continued to float out of the car, he became the first person to eat crabs.

The man handed Zhang Lin a 50-yuan note, and took the paper bag and smelled it, wondering, "Is it what I smell?"

"Just try it, you will know if you are not satisfied with the refund."

The man held the paper bag and stepped back to the flower bed beside him while watching the crowd. He pulled the paper bag open, but let out a "huh".

The people watching next to him naturally turned their eyes to him involuntarily, and those who were familiar with him urged him, "Hurry up, a set of 50 per serving, or a trial discount price!"

The man didn't keep it in a slight way. After all, he was very curious and took out the two things inside and placed them on the flower bed. One was encapsulated with paper cup and the other was paper bag, and it was hot when he touched it.

The man first opened the paper bag and revealed something white, soft and elastic inside.

“White bread?”

"Don't the bread be baked? Look at the skin, it doesn't look like it!"

"Oh! Isn't this a Northeast steamed bun? This thing costs $50?"

"It's equivalent to 400 yuan for soft girl coins! How many steamed buns do you have to buy?"

There are naturally people who know the goods in the crowd, and they are basically Chinese students. Fortunately, their exclamations are all in their native language, but they have no impact on that person.

The man had never seen the steamed bun before, but just thought it was a strange pastry. He took a bite and chewed it in his mouth for a few times, and then he was in a daze and stayed there completely.

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Chapter completed!