Jiang Sheng almost suspected that the ancients were talking nonsense.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xianglian was stubborn. She rolled up her sleeves and said loudly, "In that case, I'll give it a try!"
As the weather gets hotter, Hairpin Xiaoyuan's cured meat production gradually decreases. By the time July and August are basically spent selling winter stock, she doesn't have much to do.
Cooking for children has become Zhang Xianglian's favorite thing.
Since Jiang Sheng was curious, she rolled up her sleeves and gave it a try, even buying ten chicks with her own money.
Killing the chicken is easy, cleaning the chicken is easy, but Zhang Xianglian encountered difficulties when marinating the chicken. Jiang Sheng only said to marinate the chicken for a day, but did not say what to marinate.
Fortunately, Jiang Sheng read the collection again last night and said confidently, "The book says to add spices to salt and stir-fry until fragrant."
It's a pity that the Zaji is only a brief description, not a recipe, and does not mention what spices are used.
Zhang Xianglian put in all the spices for curing the bacon, stir-fried the salt until fragrant, and then spread it evenly on the ten little chickens.
After marinating for a day, pat off the salt and dry it next to the bacon and sausage.
In about ten days, the skin of the chicken will be dry, but it is still a little far from being ground into powder.
But due to weather problems, it will rot if left to dry.
Zhang Xianglian had no choice but to adopt the baking mode. After roasting two chickens, she finally baked eight chickens until crispy, ground them into a fine powder with a roller, and then mixed them into the noodles.
It is true that only water was used when cooking the noodles, but how could the noodles with chicken powder not be fragrant?
A bowl of boiled noodles in Zaji was seen and brought up by Jiang Sheng, and then Aunt Zhang worked hard to make it. Now it is placed in the center of the table, waiting for the five children to taste it.
"This, this is the legendary noodle that can be eaten even when boiled in plain water?" Jiang Sheng looked around the noodle bowl curiously.
Zheng Ruqian was tired from running around hiring people these days, so he said listlessly, "Just give it a try if you're curious."
As soon as he finished speaking, the noodle bowl was pushed to Xu Mo.
Jiang Sheng was well-behaved and cute, "The eldest brother works the hardest, and the eldest brother tastes it first."
"Sister brought it up first, sister, let's have a taste." Xu Mo laughed, noticing the saliva in her mouth, and pushed the bowl back.
Seeing a bowl of noodles inevitably being pushed around.
Zhang Xianglian saved them with four bowls of noodles, "Don't give in, everyone has something."
Five children, one bowl of noodles each, everyone has something for everyone.
Jiang Sheng finally picked up the chopsticks with confidence, picked out a noodle, and carefully put it into his mouth to taste.
When you first eat it, you just think it is ordinary noodles. When you chew it carefully, the rich aroma of chicken appears. The chewiness of the noodles is mixed with the strong aroma of chicken. Occasionally, you can also eat a little bit of chicken, which sublimates the taste of the whole bowl of noodles.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Zhang Xianglian asked nervously after working hard for more than ten days.
Jiang Sheng nodded seriously.
Deliciousness is the next best thing, but the most important thing is that the things in the miscellaneous ancient texts are truly presented before your eyes. Although it was Aunt Zhang who made it, she was the one who came up with the idea and discovered the existence of Bai Shui Shui.
For the first time, Jiang Sheng felt the charm of learning.
At the same time, Zheng Ruqian put down the empty noodle bowl and said, "Auntie, do you have any extra noodles here? Can you give me some?"
Zhang Xianglian responded with a smile, "There are many more, I have cut them all and put them on the chopping board."
When Zheng Ruqian went to the kitchen, Zhang Qiquan and Liu Cui were also tasting the white noodles, and they were full of praise. When they saw him picking up the remaining noodles, Zhang Qiquan reacted the fastest, "Second Young Master, are you planning to sell these noodles to Youranju?"
"Give it to shopkeeper Hao to try." Zheng Ruqian chuckled and never mentioned selling it.
Zhang Qiquan knew that this guy definitely wanted to raise the price.
It is not easy to make white water noodles, so it cannot be sold cheaply. As for the price it can be raised, it depends on Zheng Ruqian's tongue.
The next day.
Zheng Ruqian went to Youranju again and got the order for fifty pounds of white water. The deposit alone was ten taels of silver, and after the goods were delivered, there was still forty taels of silver.
In other words, Bai Shui Shui was sold at a sky-high price of one tael of silver per catty.
Zhang Xianglian was shocked, and so was Jiang Sheng.
The road ahead is confusing and the road is full of fog. Everyone steps forward one step at a time and one step at a time. They are either testing or suffering losses.
But a bowl of white water accidentally hit them, allowing Jiang Sheng and Zhang Xianglian to gradually see clearly what was ahead and find their own path.
Among them, Zhang Xianglian’s path is clearer.
She knew that she had no ability, and she was a divorced woman. She would never think about getting married again in this life, let alone have any more children.
She loves all the children in Hairpin Flower Courtyard as her own, but as the children grow up, the identity of a mother is too thin, especially from trying bacon to sausage to bacon, and now to white meat. After the water surface, Zhang Xianglian was no longer satisfied with taking care of the children.
She also wanted to live a personal life. She wanted to play a role other than "mother" and "madam".
Bai Shui Shui is just the beginning. Zhang Xianglian secretly decided to make more delicious food and expand the business of the workshop. If she could open her own shop in her lifetime, it would not be too wonderful.
Jiang Sheng's idea was much simpler. She realized the benefits of learning and worked harder than before.
Not only did I finish reading the miscellaneous collection sent by my elder brother, but I also ordered two more books.
Xu Mo considered that she did not need scientific examinations, so he gave her more books that could expand her horizons and improve her knowledge, rather than the Four Books and Five Classics.
Maybe time flies too fast when learning.
In a blink of an eye, it’s time to release the results.
Jiang San and Jiang Si have returned with a new roast duck. The two martial arts practitioners have been running around day and night and have also lost weight.
Zheng Ruqian told them to have a good rest and arranged for newly hired people to go to Anshui County accompanied by Wang Xiaosong to continue delivering roast ducks.
He waited with the big guys in the hairpin courtyard.
According to the old rules of Anshui County, the top three will not appear on the plaque, and a special person will deliver the good news to their home.
But today, there were several howls of ghosts and wolves outside, some were too excited, and some were unbelievable, but there was no sound of gongs or drums.
Jiang Sheng wondered, "Isn't the eldest brother among the top three?"
Then you can only go and see the plaque for yourself.
Seeing the sun go down, the brothers and sisters couldn't sit still anymore, packed up their things and went straight to the plaque at the entrance of Gongyuan.
I looked at them from the back and counted them forward one by one, but Xu Mo's name was never there.
It was about to count to the beginning, with only a limited number of two or three names left, and Jiang Sheng's back was soaked with sweat.
As soon as he said it, noisy gongs and drums sounded behind him.
