Chapter 199: Trembling, **** male 8

Jiang Miao's saved a lot of red beans. She was reluctant to eat on weekdays. She also offered her ancestors, and she was willing to come up with her baby red beans when she was at special festivals.
Because the cakes in the mouth of the daughter-in-law need to use red beans, Jiang Miao's will not be willing to take the key to open the private library to get some red beans.
"This is all good stuff, you should never ruin it."
There are a lot of red beans needed to make red bean cakes. Jiang Miao’s look at the small half-bag red beans in his hand, the heart is just like the knife cut, they are all ready to give the red beans to the daughter-in-law Bailan, but the hand is still tightly holding the cloth bag, reluctant to loose open.
"Lan, are you sure you will make red bean cake? Your aunt has taught you that recipe, but the conditions of your white family are not expected to give you a chance to try?"
Jiang Miao's more and more panic, can't help but want to go back.
"Mother, you can rest assured that I will not ruin good things."
Bai Lan repeatedly promised to get enough ingredients from the old lady's hands.
Today, Bailan prepares to steam a cage of red bean cake and cook a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus.
The recipe for the red bean cake she learned from Houfu is very complicated. The Jiang family does not have such good conditions. Many ingredients can only be used as substitutes.
For example, the sugar needed for the red bean cake, the good food used in Houfu, and the only sugar in the Jiang family, the taste of the red bean cake that is made will naturally not be the sweetness of the red bean cake made by Houfu. The taste.
But in addition to the ingredients, the same important thing to make cakes is the ratio of various ingredients and the heat of cooking. This has reached a very high level. At least in the place where they live, the craft of Bailan is top-notch. The masters of some old-fashioned pastry shops in the county are not comparable to her.
"Is this sugar more?"
"Is this glutinous rice flour used a little more?"
"Enough is enough, don't cheer any more."
When Bailan made a red bean cake, Jiang Miao's looked at it. She was holding her collar, because if she didn't, she wouldn't help but grab the ingredients from her daughter-in-law.
"Mother, the cake is fragrant."
Jiang Liu pointed at the pot of red bean cake that was being cooked and said.
"Can you not be fragrant, and ruin so many good things."
Jiang Miao's bitter face, so the polysaccharide and sticky rice noodles, as well as her collection of red beans, how to make the red bean cake is not fragrant.
At this moment, she can only comfort herself in her heart. No matter how good things are not ruined, even if the last red bean cakes can't be sold, at least they can make their sons sweet and relieve their problems.
When steaming red bean cake, Bailan's hands and feet are ready to make sweet-scented osmanthus.
The ingredients used in this dessert are relatively cheaper. Now it is the early autumn. It is the best time for osmanthus to open. Bailan picks up a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus when she is free, and then uses her special skills in Houfu. Crafted. Osmanthus fragrans is more fragrant, and the original shape and color of osmanthus remains more thorough.
Bailan prefers to use glutinous rice with sweet-scented osmanthus, but I used too much glutinous rice flour today. At this time, my mother-in-law Jiang Miao’s has not been willing to take out glutinous rice flour to make her ruin, so Bailan retreated and chose sweet potato powder. .
She used sweet potato powder to make a round. Last year, the sweet potato was especially sweet. The quality of sweet potato powder made with sweet potato was better than that of previous years. Bailan tasted a bite of potato, soft and smooth, and the taste was very good.
The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is very overbearing. Soon, the closed kitchen door can't block the sweet smell. Jianghai and Jianghu naturally smell it.
"Your mother is opening a small stove for the fool."
Xu Xiaocao stood by the window and closed the window with hatred, reducing the introduction of fragrance.
I heard that Jiang Liu had broken his brain. When he got mad, Xu Xiaocao also sneaked for a while. He was happy to be separated in time. Their family didn’t have to be wrapped up by the fool of Jiangliu, and they were happy with Jiang Miao’s. The eccentric eye of the aging mother got retribution. Now her most beloved baby egg has become a fool. I want to rely on her old age. Jiang Miao’s fear is that she has to bow down to ask for their big room and two rooms. At that time, she can also take the opportunity to ask for Jiang Miao. At the beginning, he would give the big house to the third house.
Just happy for so many days, Jiang Miao has not been able to ask for it as she suspected. On the contrary, the wife and Bai Lan are only sad for a few days and soon cheer up and work in the field. Today, there is still a heart to eat, Xu Xiao Don't mention how uncomfortable the grass is.
"Plum, go to your milk and ask for food, you are the granddaughter of your milk, she will not be reluctant to give you food."
Xu Xiaocao is crazy about playing the abacus. The eldest son and the second son are too old. The young niece is still young. It’s just when the mouth is screaming. Even if you go to the three rooms to ask for food, you can’t say that she is the mother. Did not teach well.
"Oh."
Little girl didn't think much, and with her fingers, she ran to Xiao's house with pleasure and was ready to find her grandmother.
Liu Cui of the second room obviously thinks so too. Her baby son, Jiang Sanniu, has been crying and eating and eating since she smelled the sweet fragrance from the three-bedroom stove. Liu Cui is hurting her son, but she does not know. What the three houses are doing, simply take the younger son to the three rooms to ask for food.
In Liu Cui's view, his three cows are the only male grandson in the second room. For the sake of this male grandson, the old lady will not be reluctant.
"Go! Go! Go!"
Obviously, Xu Xiaocao and Liu Cui’s abacus was wrong. Jiang Miao’s look at the two grandchildren who came over the sea bowl and rushed out the children.
"If you want to eat delicious food, look for your Laozi Niang. This family is divided. I don’t ask for some filial piety. I actually deducted my wife, God, how can I not kill these consciences without thunder? It!"
When I changed my home before, the family did a good job. Jiang Miao did not mind meeting the male sons of the family with the rest of the baby son.
But now it’s different. When I was separated, Xu Xiaocao and others hurt her heart. Plus, since Fusheng’s madness, the two brothers who lived in a yard have never heard of it. Jiang Miao completely changed his attitude towards them.
Besides, the pastries made by my daughter-in-law, Bai Lan, cost her a lot of good things. The boss’s wife, the second wife, did not take anything to let the two children come to set the white food. There is such a good thing under the sun.
Jiang Meihua has some grandmothers of Minjiang Miao, and she ran away when Jiang Miao’s rushed.
Jiang Sanniu was favored by the rivers and lakes and Liu Cui as a little bully. At home, it was necessary to get the wind and rain. Both sisters had to give him a cow as a horse. Therefore, after asking for the cake to be rejected by Jiang Miao, he began to smash.
It’s a pity that he cried until he was dumb, and Jiang Miao’s did not loosen.
"Where the dead, my son is crying and dumb, not coming over, stirring up the family, the lack of morality, the defeated mothers..."
Liu Cui hid in the house and listened to the old lady cursing. The angry face was red. Isn't it a piece of cake? Is this dead old woman and her cakes reluctant to give her son a meal?
"The cows don't cry, tomorrow, the mother will take you to the town to buy sweet-scented osmanthus cakes."
Liu Cui made countless promises to the family's little bully eyebrows and smiled, stopped crying, and when the rivers and lakes came back from the land at night, she confessed that her mother-in-law and the three-bedroom one were black, and the contradiction between the two sides came. The deeper it is.

Jiang Miao's did not mind how the big house and the second room thought about her. She was an old-fashioned old lady in their hearts, and she would not expect these two sons to support the elderly in the future.
The red bean cake is steamed, and the first piece is naturally eaten by the elders Jiang Miao.

This red bean cake tastes good.

Jiang Miao's distressed ingredients for making cakes were reluctant to eat the red bean cake that Bailan had cut for her. She put a small piece of her finger on her mouth and put it in her mouth. Then she closed her eyes and felt the red bean cake. The sweet taste.
The taste of the red bean cake is very delicate, the sweetness is just right, it doesn't make people feel sweet. Jiang Miao's reluctantly swallows the red bean cake in his mouth, and then puts most of the red bean cake in his hand to his son. Hands.
"You cut a small piece for the big tiger, and the rest will be taken to the town tomorrow."
Jiang Miao's look at the red bean cake in the steamer. The cost of converting it into silver money is fifty or sixty. It costs me and Bailan to eat, so that the two males at home can taste it.
There are some patriarchal women in the old lady's bones, but not only the old lady thinks so, but now all the people in the world think so.
Including Bailan, in her heart, it is also the son Jiang Dahu is more important than his daughter Jiang Zhuhua, just because she was more owed to her daughter in the last life, so the daughter who had not yet manifested her in this stomach barely reached a position balanced with her son Jiang Dahu.
Therefore, she did not have any thoughts on her mother-in-law Jiang Miao's words. In the face of her mother-in-law, she cut a small piece of red bean cake to her son, and then left the rest in a locked cabinet.
As for the sweet-scented osmanthus sweet potato, it is not resistant to it. Naturally, the whole family has a share. Even Jiang Miao and Bai Lan have their own bowls.
"This potato flavor tastes good, it is not convenient to take it to the town."
Jiang Miao's was convinced by this bowl of sweet glutinous rice. Eating sweets really made people feel happy, and the old lady's brows that were locked all day long also loosened a lot.
"Right, how much do you plan to sell this red bean cake?"
Perhaps it is the value of the craftsmanship of the daughter-in-law, Jiang Miao's attitude towards her is more cautious, before the change, the old lady can not ask Bai Lan's thoughts, directly to the owner to price the pastry.
"At the beginning, the price cannot be set too high, or no one wants to buy it, so I want to sell three small pieces of money first."
Bailan pointed to the red bean cake in front of his son Jiang Dahu. This red bean cake is about the thickness of the child's little finger, the length and width of the three knuckles. The large red bean cake that Bailan made today can at least cut a hundred dollars. Red bean cake.

Would it be too expensive?

Jiang Miao's hesitation is somewhat hesitant, and she is afraid that no one is willing to pay for it.
"Not expensive, how good the materials we use, red beans, sugar, glutinous rice noodles, oil... The red bean cake in the old-fashioned pastry shop is almost the same price. The taste may not be good for me."
The price of Bai Landing is really not too high. She is not prepared to make a fortune by relying on this red bean cake. Bai Lan’s plan is to beat the reputation of her red bean cake and attract those old pastry shops to her buyer. She wants to rely on it. Sell ​​a small shop for the money to sell red beans, and then do breakfast and snacks.
In the last life, I have been a chef and a cook in Houfu for more than ten years. Bailan knows a lot of food recipes that are not available in this era. She is confident that she can earn money by this ability.
She wants her son to study, and wants her daughter to live the same life as Miss Jiao. In the future, she will have a rich dowry, so she must earn money and earn more money.
"Also."
When it comes to making red bean cake materials, Jiang Miao does not think that the red bean cake with three yuan is expensive. The meat buns in the town are worth two yuan. Her materials are not cheaper than pork. Big red beans are not sold. Lower the price when you don't.
Jiang Miao's son saw the sweetness of sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus, and even the heart was reluctant to have it.

"Fusheng, you are carrying these things to the town, and when you get to the market, I will give you a piece of red bean cake."
Bai Lan walked easily on the side of the river, while the shoulders of the river were carrying a pole, and the footsteps were obviously heavy.
"Screaming -"
The original body was a waste man who came to the mouth to open his mouth. With such a body to pick up heavy objects, he felt tired after a while. The nose of the river was very heavy, and it was very difficult to pick this thing. Only halfway through, his nose has begun to sweat.
"Do you remember the taste of red bean cake? Fragrant, sweet, soft, awkward, Fusheng still want to eat more?"
Bai Lan also noticed the difficulty of the river, and tempted him with food on the side.
"I think, Fusheng wants to eat cakes, but Fusheng is so tired, daughter-in-law, Fusheng can not rest for a while."
The river slammed his mouth and the food made him regain his strength.
"When the market Fusheng wants to rest, how long will it take?"
Looking at the innocent look of the river, Bai Lan couldn't help but have a soft snack, but the heart was soft for a while, and she was still hard-hearted.
"For Fusheng, do you remember that we said good things?"
Along the way, Bai Lan did not forget the brainwashing education of Jiangliu.
"Remember, it’s a blessing to not tell my mother."
"anything else?"
"Well, the daughter-in-law is going to love, and the big tiger is to love."
The two asked questions and answered. Bai Lan was very satisfied with Jiang’s answer. Now his memory stays in his childhood. This age-old scum man also has room for training and reform. She lost her to the Shangshi River, and she will He is tuned into the most qualified husband and sister.
"But my wife, can you not let the big tiger steal the mother to give me a snack, Fusheng is only four years old this year, but also the age of eating snacks."
Jiangliu had a headache. He was also a baby. How did he wake up with a daughter-in-law and another son? The daughter-in-law asked him to work, and his son grabbed him. He was the poorest baby in the world.
"噗嗤-"
Bai Lan's mouth wants to restrain the smile, but in the end it is still broken, can't help but laugh out loud.
She looked at the idiot who knew her and didn't know why she laughed loudly, and her heart was soft and soft.
In fact, the little fool did not do anything wrong. He did the wrong thing later. She should not ask the little fool to pay for the scum man.
There is such a voice in Bai Lan’s heart.
No, he should pay the debt, because he is the present, he is the future.
This is another voice to say.
Bai Lan’s mouth was restored to its original state. She lowered her eyes and didn’t know what she was thinking.

The market that is closest to Jiangjia Village is more than an hour away from the tutorial of Jiangjia Village. The river is backed by heavy objects, and the time spent on the road is naturally more.
They were starting when the sun had not yet risen. When they left home, the sky was still dark. When they arrived in the town, the sky was completely bright.
At this time, the market is bustling, and many farmers around the market are picking up the vegetables in the fields and selling them along the street. There are also many shops selling snacks on both sides of the road. The scent of buns and noodle soup is constantly drilled into the nose.
It’s not too early for them to come to Bailan, and they didn’t come to the market before, so they couldn’t choose a lot. Bailan chose a relatively good position to put down what they brought, then Take out the red bean cake wrapped in quilt.
In the moment when the white gauze was uncovered, the red bean cake with the remaining temperature exudes a sweet and fragrant smell, which attracts many people's attention.
The selling of red bean cake made by Bailan is better than that of half red bean cake. The color is pure, the cutting is perfect, and when it shakes, it is trembling, as beautiful as red agate.

How is this red bean cake sold?

Someone will soon ask for the price.
"Three pieces of money, three pieces of eight money."
This is the price that Bailan thought before.
"You are selling this red bean cake too expensive. The red bean cake of Wufangzhai is also the price. People are still old."
When I listened to this price, many people have shrunk. Three yuan is not as good as going to the old-fashioned pastry shop.
Bailan II has no experience in selling things. She just feels that her own things are good and worthy of such a price. Therefore, seeing so many people just ask not to buy, Bai Lan also has some doubts about whether his pricing is correct.
"Women, eat cakes."
For a while, Bailan sold two red bean cakes, and saw that the red bean cakes were completely cool, and the cool red bean cakes were delicious when there was no heat.
Along the river, I carefully poked the arm of Bailan and looked at the piece of chopped red bean cake.
The red bean cake that was originally promised to be given is Bailan’s deception. She just wants to marry this little fool to help her pick things up, but when she sees the clear eyes of the river, Bai Lan is still guilty.
"Just one piece, there will be no more after eating."
She chose a piece that was accidentally cut, and this piece is what she is going to use for those who buy more.
Fortunately, when Jiang was four years old, he did not understand these things. The red bean cake that he had been eager to eat was eaten with great enthusiasm.
Because of going out, Jiang Miao's carefully packed up his son's instrument appearance, this time the river is sitting in the city where people come and go is a beautiful scenery.
Watching him eat red bean cake is like tasting something delicious, many people can't help but swallow.
Is this red bean cake so delicious?
In fact, it is also a three-dollar, big deal to buy a fresh taste, not good to eat after eating.
Many people have flashed this idea in their hearts, especially some older people who have seen the white face of the river, and the performance of the cockroaches, and they can’t help but want to buy a piece of red bean cake to go home. My little grandsons at home are little granddaughters.
The original slow-moving red bean cake suddenly became popular. Bai Lan looked at the red bean cake for a short time and sold it. The mood was not complicated.
She never imagined that the key to opening up the market was not the real thing of the pastry she made, but the face of the little fool, thinking about it is really frustrating.
The little fool didn't know the complicated mood of the wife at this time. He ate the small piece of red bean cake and licked his mouth. One hand sneaked into the food box with the red bean cake and wanted to steal another piece.
His performance proves from the side that the red bean cake is really delicious, otherwise why eat it and eat it again.
Soon, the rest of the red bean cakes were sold out, but only half an hour later, which far exceeded Bailan’s expectations.
"Pastry."
The river slammed his mouth and he had not stolen the red bean cake.
The people on the side also noticed that this young man’s brain seems to be a bit problematic, but the river is dressed up cleanly and looks pretty and handsome. Although stupid, it is more cuddly and affectionate, and it does not make people feel bored.
The people on the side of the road looked at the river with sympathy and pity, and no one pointed at him and laughed.
"Go back and do it for you."
The red bean cake was sold out, and Bai Lan’s mood was very good. Looking at the poor expression of the little fool, the heart was naturally softer.
She comforted herself in her heart. This is not because she forgives the scum, this is just the reward she has for selling the color to the little fool.
Thinking this way, Bai Lan’s heart doesn’t feel embarrassed about himself.