The snow-white buns are topped with pieces of fried sesame seeds and a little green onion. This kind of food looks very cute in winter.
The bottom of the pan-fried buns has been fried to a golden brown and crispy texture. When you bite into it, you will be immersed in the aroma of the meat that has been sauced in advance, and your mouth will be filled with happiness!
Ye An ate happily, completely ignoring Yan Shu who was already intoxicated and couldn't control himself. It would be very interesting if he could make a poem about fried dumplings.
But after Yan Shu came to his senses, he ignored the etiquette at the dinner table, threw away his cheeks and followed Ye An to "fight".
The two of them had eaten three plates of fried dumplings, but they were still full of satisfaction. The Wang gang who were serving tea beside them were dumbfounded. As for Tieniu, who was passing by carrying firewood, he whispered to Xuan'er: "How can these giants be born?"
You haven’t even tasted delicious food?!”
After picking up the tea cup and taking a sip of tea to relieve his tiredness, Yan Shu said with a little embarrassment: "The county king's fried dumplings are really delicacies, but I don't know if I can take a few back for Quanzi to try."
"Yan Jidao?!"
Qin Mumu's words made Yan Shu slightly confused. After thinking for a long time, he said seriously: "Who is Yan Jidao?"
Ye An couldn't help but rolled his eyes. Qin Mumu was good at everything, but he was a little lacking in history. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a low-level mistake. But he had to admire Yan Shu for his ability to survive. Yan Jidao was his youngest son, and so
The seventh son!
Ye An used the excuse of packing and said with a smile: "No one, it's probably Brother Yan who's on duty! I've eaten the buns and drank the tea, how about Ye An paint a picture for Brother Yan?"
As soon as he mentioned the taste of literati, Yan Shu immediately put aside what Qin Mumu just said, nodded with a smile and said: "I have long heard from Master Wang that your painting skills are extraordinary, and you are quite as good as Wu Daishengfeng. You are going to have a good time today."
Take a look!”
After all, Qin Mumu was a woman, so it was difficult for Yan Shu to question her. Ye An pressed down her little "butterfly wings" as soon as she flapped them, and the temporary crisis was over.
Next to it is a small red clay stove for drinking tea. Tieniu also found a good porcelain plate, but it was a pity that it was not marble, but it was enough for making sugar paintings.
In fact, the principle is very simple, it is through the properties of sugar melting and then solidifying into a fixed shape.
Pour the sucrose in the bowl into a small iron pot, place it on a small red clay stove and slowly start to bubble. The heat is the key. The fire should not be too high or too low. The syrup will gradually change color as it rolls in it.
Ye An quickly scooped up the melted sugar juice with a small spoon, poured it back and forth on the stone slab, and at the same time drew a lifelike shape.
In fact, his level is not very good, he just has the skills of sketching. When he was setting up a stall, he saw the skills of the artists. That is the key to the modeling. It is really lifelike!
When the shape was completed, the bamboo sticks were glued on, and then the sugar painting was scooped up with a small spatula. It was done. A proud big rooster was handed over by Ye An while Yan Shu was stunned.
The crystal-clear sugar paintings shone with an alluring luster in the sun, and coupled with the lifelike shapes, they were as gorgeous as works of art. Yan Shu was reluctant to take a bite, and kept looking at the sugar-painted rooster in front of him, tutting his tongue and letting out a burst of wonder.
A burst of exclamation.
As for the people on the side who could no longer look at each other, Xuan'er's eyes exuded the admiration that only a little girl could have. She stood beside Qin Mumu and gently pulled the corner of her clothes.
As for Tieniu, he is quite accustomed to Ye An, a talented young man who can do embroidery. Of course, the Wang Gang is the same as him, but in his opinion, the young man is a dignified founding prince.
, how can you show off such skills as a trafficker in front of your colleagues?!
Among these people, Hou San was the most excited. He stared at Ye An's hand intently. Even a fool knew that this would be a profitable business for the Hou family in the future. Hou San had already made up his mind and vowed to use these sugar techniques in the Hou's hands.
Learn and let the vendors in Tokyo know their craft!
Soon a beautiful flying bird was handed to Qin Mumu. After taking it, she whispered: "Do you still have this skill? I learned a lot from setting up a stall!"
Putting the small pot of syrup on the small red clay stove, Ye An said with a smile: "Don't be overwhelmed by many arts. Sugar is a luxury product now, so let's open a luxury store! Zhao Zong said that Zhao Zongli and the others don't think sugar is very good.
Is it valuable? Then we will make a fortune!"
"Then you're going to lower the price of sugar? Let them lose all their money?"
"As expected of my wife!"
Looking at Ye An and Qin Mumu Wai, Yan Shu bit off the "chicken head" with dissatisfaction. The crunching sound made Ye An glare at him dissatisfied: "Doesn't it feel luxurious for Bachelor Yan to eat like this?"
"In the future, things will soon become worthless, so what is there to say about luxury? Don't offend people so miserably all the time. You may not be able to ask for anything from others in the future!"
Ye An shook his head slightly and said seriously: "No, I'll make a bet with you. They will be the ones asking for something from me in the future. Do you believe it or not?"
Yan Shu stopped talking. After seeing Ye An's confident appearance, he knew that this boy must have a back-up plan.
Not to mention anything else, just a bucket of sugar syrup is not something ordinary people can take out at will. As for wealthy families, there are some, but they will not squander it so casually.
Except for Yan Shu himself, everyone in the yard held up an exquisite sugar painting and was reluctant to eat it.
Tieniu smiled innocently while licking the sugar painting in his hand, because he was holding a cow, but it was much bigger than the sugar painting in other people's hands. Wang Gang curled his lips in disdain when he saw it, what's so good about a cow? The power in his hand
The "thin dog" is the best!
Of course, the most beautiful thing is the butterfly spreading its wings in Xuan'er's hand. Although it uses few ingredients, it is not small, so she is reluctant to eat it, so she can only lick it in small mouths like an iron cow.
With its kitten-like appearance and delicate little face, Ye An was not only stunned for a moment, but soon felt a sharp pain in his waist...
In Ye An's view, sugar paintings should be licked and eaten. This was also the action of everyone except Yan Shu. Because the shape was larger, Yan Shu's big cock began to fall apart after a few bites, causing him to keep using his hands.
He went to catch the fallen sugar residue, which made Ye An secretly say that he wasted everything.
Hou San held up the "little mouse" in his hand and came closer, whispering: "Master Hou, you are going to buy the sugar painting directly!"
Ye An nodded and smiled: "Yes, how is the sales of your candied haws on a stick? Don't say you didn't make any money!"
"Very good, my mother has already given the money to Madam. In just a few days, we have made a net profit of five thousand dollars!"
Seeing Shu San's proud look, Ye An frowned slightly: "Five guan is not a lot of money. You can't even rent a shop on Nanmen Street. When you earn 50 guan, you can rent a shop.
Our family is going to open a candy store in Tokyo. You are responsible for the store. Remember, the price is as high as possible! If someone wants to learn sugar painting from you, teach them and at the same time, they must join our store.
, share it with our family. I want all the sugar painting craftsmen in Tokyo City to be members of our family!"
Hou San was so excited that he seemed to have seen how he would become the big shopkeeper in the future. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Don't worry, Lord Hou! I have tried my best, and I dare not let down Lord Hou's cultivation!"
Ye An glared at him dissatisfied and said: "Where did you learn the Mandarin?! I don't believe this. I only see what you did. Remember to buy some clothes for your mother, mother-in-law and children. Don't dress up all day long.
people!"
Hou San nodded repeatedly: "I'll remember it, little one!"
Seeing him leaving, Qin Mumu whispered: "He won't treat his family badly. You don't know, he only has the clothes he can wear, and everyone in the family is better dressed than him!"
Ye An didn't expect Qin Mumu to care about the people in this family. He nodded slightly and said: "Of course I know this. I just keep beating him up to prevent him from forgetting his roots. In the future, he will become richer and richer, and his life will be natural."
It’s getting better and better. Not many people can hold it in the face of the material coming at them..."
Click, click, Tieniu and Wang Gang on the side finally couldn't restrain their love for sweets, and started eating sugar paintings with big mouthfuls, but this made Ye An smile bitterly and said: "These two are excluded."
The Yunzhong County Marquis Mansion is a magical place for Yan Shu. There are always things you can't think of here. Even if he thinks about it, he still doesn't know why the toilets in Ye An's house are so "exquisite".
After pulling the rope, the sound of rushing water washed away all the filth, leaving only a clean porcelain plate. Hey, only people like this would have the luxury of using a porcelain plate as a toilet!
The sound of rushing water sounded, and soon the water tank above was filled with water again, and it stopped automatically. In this way, Yan Shu stayed in the public toilet in the courtyard of the Hou Mansion for three quarters of an hour...