Su Qingluan fried two pots of tofu. Due to the limited size of Yanli, there were still a few pieces of tofu left.
She touched her already growling stomach and decided to give herself another meal.
So after frying the last few pieces of tofu for the first time, she opened the vents of the bellows to the maximum, made the fire more intense, raised the oil temperature, and quickly fried them again, and then put the remaining pieces of tofu alone. Inside a small bowl.
The oil used for frying tofu does not have the same fishy smell as fried fish oil, and there is not a lot of oil residue due to too many uses, so it can be cooled and used again, but it needs to be sprinkled with flour before use next time. , absorb the food residue after the greasy food inside.
After disposing of the soybean oil, Su Qingluan put on the earthenware pot usually used for making soup, added about half of the earthenware pot with cold water, and closed the vent a little smaller.
Su Qingluan turned around and tasted a piece of tofu that had been refried and no longer "collapsed". The outer shell was still crispy, but the inside was tender and soft. She thought that it really didn't taste good to eat like this. Although the bean flavor is still delicious, it is a bit bland.
After thinking about it, Su Qingluan found out the black pepper, cumin, dogwood and flax, sprinkled these seasonings on the tofu cubes, and added a little salt to adjust the taste. Sure enough, the originally bland fried tofu immediately tasted delicious. BBQ flavor!
Su Qingluan ate three pieces in one go and felt her stomach was full. She turned around and asked Su Xueyan, who looked disgusted, "You really don't want to eat it? I added seasonings."
The little girl rubbed her nose in disgust: "I saw that my sister added dogwood, and my tongue hurts after eating it!"
Su Qingluan laughed: My little sister is still so afraid of spicy food. So she smiled as if she was seducing Little Red Riding Hood's wolf grandmother: "Sister, I only put a little bit of cornel powder, just a little." She stretched out two fingers and drew an imperceptible distance, "Really, not a little. not spicy."
"Hmph, I don't believe it," Su Xueyan pouted, "Last time you said the barbecue was not spicy, and the last time!"
The little girl was obviously very resentful, while Su Qingluan laughed guiltily - teasing children is really fun. But Brother Skinny Monkey just needs to be teased more harshly.
At this time, faint voices came from outside the courtyard door - Su Guangfu Yang and Su Xuanhe were back.
Today, Su Xiaoer was a bit haggard. Su Qingluan later asked her mother privately and found out that she had been so happy and joyful in the past few days that she had forgotten to memorize a large section of the book she was going to take the exam for today, which made the little guy feel downcast for a while.
However, children's moods come and go very quickly. After a bowl of steaming hot and sour beans soaked in soup, the kid became lively again.
He was resurrected with full blood, but Su Qingluan had to work overtime after eating and drinking - after all, Party A's father in the Xie Mansion was still waiting.
But she suddenly felt refreshed when she thought that at least Mu Xingzhi would be forced to work overtime too - and that the overtime work could not be stopped as long as she was dissatisfied.
This kind of contradiction transfer is shameless, but it is very useful. The pain of being a beaten worker can only be alleviated by seeing the more miserable beaten workers.
With this in mind, Su Qingluan began to write a recruitment notice.
She calculated the number of people in the entire production line, and no matter what, the maximum number was only about twenty people - after all, although her original intention was to set up as many jobs as possible and let more villagers participate, it would be fair and just. "Distribute money" to everyone, but the "performance traces" should not be too heavy.
In other words, Su Qingluan arranges the workload of each job very tightly, which means "I have to work very hard to get this generous salary."
Of course, this is not just because she had enough to eat and was deliberately looking for trouble for others.
One reason for doing this is to allow everyone to feel at ease when collecting money, so that they will not be unable to help everyone, and will not have the problem of "promoting rice and grudges against rice", which makes people think that the Su family is easy to bully because of their stupid money.
More importantly, Su Qingluan knew that Zhang Ma was not completely confident about the "wild fruit jam" she made, so she had to use strict screening and complicated craftsmanship to tell Zhang Ma that every process was "strictly controlled" and "selected". "Craftsmanship", "Excellence", "Craftsman Spirit"...
In short, for things like luxury goods, regardless of the content, the battle array must be sufficient. Even if this "luxury product" is just a jar of jam, from the selection of raw materials to the design of the outer packaging, it must be "different"!
However, although it was to "set up a battle to create momentum," Su Qingluan had no intention of giving in when it came to controlling taste.
Originally, the jam process on the modern assembly line was all high-temperature sterilized canning and sealing, and the jam was crushed and mixed by professional machines, making it more delicate and smooth.
But in ancient times, it was naturally impossible to have any mixers or high-temperature inactivation devices, so these two steps needed to be done manually.
This means that every step of making jam requires the patience of doing experiments with a tutor in college - and even the step of washing the bottles - in order to be competent.
Su Qingluan mentally calculated the criteria for recruiting staff, and marked them in detail on the notice: serious, careful, quick and dexterous... Thinking that she and the Xie family would probably be very stupid and put forward a lot of requirements, Su Qingluan added The previous sentence "has strong ability to withstand pressure".
"Wait a minute, could the ancients understand the meaning of this sentence..." Su Qingluan muttered, crossed out the word again, and continued to write: mild-tempered, hard-working and hard-working.
After adding a bunch of conditions, Su Qingluan was still uneasy: Although the villagers in Huaxi Village generally have simple folk customs, to be fair, they also have their own shortcomings.
Not to mention others, even the Su family themselves often have some minor frictions. The two little guys, Su Xueyan and Su Xuanhe, often had a "dark history" of not telling the truth because they wanted to steal trivial matters.
A child at such a young age knew how to fight for his own interests through lies. Su Qingluan looked at the salary, which was not too exaggerated, but was obviously higher than the usual day labor wages, and shook his head with a wry smile.
She wants to believe that human nature is inherently good, but too many experiences in her previous life have left her with unlimited possibilities for the upper and lower limits of "human nature." She was not sure whether anyone would beautify or even lie about their abilities for the sake of such generous remuneration - after all, in modern times, there is a term called "resume optimization", right?
So she added another line at the end of the recruitment notice: The deadline for registration is two days later, on the 22nd of this month. Those who want to apply for the job should come to Su Mujiang's house for an interview at Chen Shizheng. Only those who pass can apply successfully.
Of course, considering that everyone has to sacrifice their busy farming time to help, a thank you gift will be prepared regardless of whether the application is successful or not.
