Everyone felt that what Wen Wen said was reasonable, so they naturally did as she said. Steamed buns and steamed buns filled a large pot with all kinds of food. As for the heat of the steamed buns, she really didn't need to keep an eye on them.
Among all the food, the steamed buns were still the first to eat. However, at this time, the cassava and lotus root starch had already been placed in the basin and were in a resting state, so naturally there was no need to worry about the rest.
A group of people gathered around the steamed buns. After the steamed buns were steamed and taken out of the pot, everyone couldn't believe that the steamed buns could be so soft. "This doesn't look like a steamed bun. The steamed buns look like pastries to me. They are too soft."
, No, even the pastries are not so soft."
Don't blame them for exaggerating. People here are not very good at making noodles. Even if some people have old noodles at home, they always do not make them properly. The noodles of the steamed buns in your mouth are always hard.
The buns are not as fluffy as the ones they make. Although the techniques are similar, how can they make such a big difference? The master who made the buns said with a puzzled look on his face: "Try it and see if it tastes good."
Everyone nodded. In fact, they couldn't hold back and wanted to give it a try.
Each person took a steamed bun and broke it in half regardless of the flavor. The filling inside was immediately revealed. The whole bun was thin and the filling was big. It looked very appetizing. Of course, this one was very appetizing.
Having an appetite is also for the servants of the Zhang family. Wen Wen has said before that there are very few seasonings here, basically only salt is used, and salt has a strange smell. Even if the Zhang family's status is not low, salt is considered
The salt is finer, but you can still taste the strange smell in the buns.
But for servants who rarely eat finer salt, the taste is a delicacy in the world. After trying the steamed buns, even the young brother and sister gave their approval.
What Wen Wen took were sugar buns. Sugar in this era still didn’t have a strange smell, but obviously the sugar buns weren’t steamed long enough, so they would have a bit of a grainy texture when eaten. Wen Wen said, “Look, the sugar is still a little unmelted.”
Open, it won’t taste good this way, and the sugar buns need to be steamed a little longer.”
This is all a trivial matter. The person in charge of the buns will know it once he mentions it. "Okay, I will remember it if you want to see how the red beans are cooking."
Wenxin came to the pot and asked the red bean cook to bring out a bean for her. She took the bean and pinched it from the middle to see if it was soft. Unexpectedly, even if it was soft, Wenxin said: "Is the dustpan ready?"
"Ready." As soon as the dustpan was mentioned, the man was very discerning and went to get the dustpan.
Then Wen Wen asked the man to take out a spoonful of red beans and press all the red beans into a paste. "You can only do this slowly and press them all into a paste. The finer the better, press the red beans into a small paste and then put them into a small paste."
In the pot, add some red bean soup and cook until it becomes red bean paste. Be sure to stir when cooking the red bean paste, otherwise it will stick to the pot and have a mushy taste underneath. Remember to add white sugar when cooking, red beans are not
It’s very sweet, but the red bean paste must be sweet to be delicious.”
The man understood immediately and said, "Okay, I'll come right away."
After Wenxin checked that there was nothing wrong with the cassava and lotus root, he said: "We can only wait for this. I guess it will be almost done after lunch."
After they had tasted the steamed buns, almost all the flavors were good, and then the steamed bun master quickly tried to make the second round by himself.
While the bun maker was kneading the dough, he asked, "Can a lot of ingredients be put into the buns to make fillings?"
"As long as it's edible, it all depends on the taste and the dough. Some people like sweet food, and some people like salty food. You can try to make some."
The master who made the buns glanced at the apprentice who was still pressing the red beans and asked: "Is this the only way to press the red beans?"
"You can think of a way on your own, because we eat it at home, and we didn't plan to sell it at the beginning. Naturally, we don't find it troublesome because we don't make much food. You can think of a way on your own, or you can take out all the red beans and use a grinder to pound them.
The thing can be smashed, but it is too small, you can customize a larger one."
It's similar to the thing used to beat glutinous rice cakes, but there were no glutinous rice cakes in this era, otherwise she wouldn't have described it this way, and in this era, every household didn't have this stuff, only pharmacies had it, because they passed by it when they went to the market before.
She accidentally took a look at the drug store and remembered it with just one glance. That was the one the doctor used to pound the medicine into powder.
When I heard the warm description of the bun-making master, my eyes lit up. I have to say that the little girl in front of me was really surprising. She actually knew so much at such a young age.
"Okay, thank you girl, this is indeed a good idea."
Wen Xin said: "Actually, the dough doesn't have to be just white. Wouldn't it be better to pound some green vegetables into juice and add it to part of the dough, and make the buns into patterns to make them more attractive? Just like selling those snacks.
I can see that you are skillful with your hands, master, and you will definitely understand when I tell you."
This bun-making master really understood it, and I have to mention this wonderful idea.
The bun master was making the dough and said with a smile: "Whose girl are you from? Why are you so smart? Why don't you follow me and make buns?"
"Thank you, Master, for your kindness. Although I am from a rural area, my brothers love me and have pampered me since I was a child. I know nothing but words and cannot do these jobs."
After Wen Xin finished speaking, this steamed stuffed bun master seemed to think that it was true that since Wen Wen came in, he had really never done anything except give directions. Even if he started, he was just her brother.
He looked at the cute and innocent little girl with a fair smile in front of him, and suddenly extinguished his thoughts. Even if he had such a girl at home, he would not be willing to let her go out to work hard at such a young age.
After chatting, the master began to knead the colorful dough using the method she just mentioned. After the last peaches, flowers, and small butterflies were pinched out, Wen Wen was really impressed by these skillful hands, "This is so wonderful."
It looks good. I guessed that the master was very skillful, but I didn’t expect it to be so skillful.”
The steamed stuffed bun master smiled and said, "It's better if you have a good idea. Let's try this. If there's no problem, we'll give it to the lady and madam to try."
The red beans are not ready yet. These colorful buns are made with brown sugar flavor. After all, it seems inappropriate to make salty buns with all the bells and whistles, so the salty buns are still in the shape of ordinary buns.
However, when the food was delivered to Madam and Miss Zhang respectively, they couldn't sit still. Miss Zhang immediately came to Mrs. Zhang's room and said excitedly: "Mom, have you tried this bun? It looks good and is delicious."
It’s delicious, whose idea do you think this was?”
Mrs. Zhang thought of the little girl bargaining, and immediately smiled and said: "Who else could be there besides Xin'er."