Eight hours was the longest time Qin Song had slept in Chang 'an. Taking advantage of the darkness, he quickly went to the kitchen to make buns. Fortunately, there were still some in the storage room. Otherwise, there would not be enough to sell today.
The moment Qin Song moved, Uncle Fu woke up. Seeing Qin Song run to the kitchen to work, he couldn't help nodding his head. This kind of youth was neither arrogant nor impatient, righteous, loyal, and filial. He was truly a rare person.
Qin Song was busy when he saw Uncle Fu wake up all the servants in the courtyard and begin a formal lecture.
Qin Song also couldn't hear what they said clearly. He vaguely heard that the family head's room was not allowed to enter. Anyway, they talked for a full two hours before they officially started working. Qin Song didn't specifically assign them, they just cleaned up.
"Young Master, what can we do?" The Qin family's four fragrances walked in and said.”
Qin Song was busy kneading dough to make soup dumplings. He turned around and said,"Show me your hands.”
The four of them had been working all year round, so they couldn't do the delicate work of making cooked wheaten food at all. However, if they were properly trained, making soup dumplings and wontons wouldn't be a problem. After all, these didn't require much skill.
With the experience of the palace maid sister, Qin Song did not dare to let them casually move the raw materials, but let them stand by his side first, watching and learning at the same time.
"The requirements for the flour must be three light, hand light, surface light, and basin light.”
"This dough has to be big enough and tough. Look at this dough. It can pass through the sunlight. This requires a long time of practice.
You can't touch this flour. Later, you can buy some ordinary flour to practice. After you finish practicing, treat it as a meal."
Qin Song really wanted to train these four people. If he could train four masters of cooked wheaten food, how easy would it be for him? Unfortunately, so far, if the four of them could match up to Qin Song alone, it would be considered as burning high incense.
"This Soup Dumplings is our Qin family's secret technique. Do you know how much our family's buns are sold for? Fifty coins. Think about it, without some real ability, who could sell it at such a high price?”
Looking at their surprised eyes, Qin Song was a little proud. He steeled his heart and made a few trays for them to taste later so that they could study hard. Take over my position as soon as possible.
The four servant girls listened attentively to Qin Song impart the key points. A tray of buns worth fifty copper coins, there must be many secrets.
Especially when she saw Qin Song's Soup Dumplings. His skillful technique actually produced an artistic beauty. Watching his fingers dance on the dough, the servant girls were envious and amazed.
Qin Song put more than a dozen ingredients together and divided them into two groups using a rolling pin. As his left and right hands kept changing, the dough on both sides became thinner and thinner. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen shiny dough were rolled out.
"Young Master, how long will it take for us to practice to your level?”
Qin Song said as he wrapped it up,"As long as you practice hard, you can grind an iron rod into a needle!" There were many unimaginable things in this world, but in the end, it was just proficiency. If you practice hard, you'll be better than me in a month.”
She was his own servant girl, so he had to give her encouragement. Mo Ran suddenly thought that his manor was much bigger than when he was in Yangzhou. Should he bring over the servants who used to serve his parents?
On second thought, he decided to forget it. He was just a bun seller, so he should keep a low profile.
Now, his parents 'illness could not be left to others. As long as it was related to his parents, Qin Song had to do it personally. Forget about those servants for the time being.
Unknowingly, the sky gradually brightened, and the officials began their day.
After so many days of training, the ministers naturally began to gather at the breakfast shop, especially with the steaming buns in their hands, waving like fair and tender girls.
Thinking of the taste of the bullet, the lingering fragrance of wheat, the rich soup, and the rolling fragrance of meat, who the f * ck could withstand this?
Qin Song stood at the door and smiled.”
"Little shopkeeper, give me ten trays of steamed buns and twenty Herbal Tea Eggs. Second Brother and I are hungry.”
"Alright!" He had to admire Cheng Yaojin. This guy ate it almost every day, every meal. Putting aside the price, he really liked eating buns.
Wei Zheng was still the same. He had two trays of steamed buns every day and took two more when he left. For an official like him, the money in his pocket was only enough to eat steamed buns at most. It would be difficult for him to find other expenses.
However, today was different. He actually only wanted a tray of buns. Every day, he would praise them before eating. Today, he lowered his head and did not say anything.
Qin Song also couldn't say anything. They were all important officials of the court. How could he, a bun seller, manage them?
Kong Yingda said while eating the steamed bun,""Xuancheng, don't be discouraged. His Majesty will know your good intentions. Little shopkeeper, bring another tray of steamed buns for Lord Wei and put it on my tab."”
Qin Song handed over a tray of buns and said with a smile,""Lord Wei, eat more. Your health is everything.”
Wei Zheng looked at Qin Song and smiled. Sometimes, even if you put your body at risk, you might not be able to see your capital.”
Qin Song smiled, nodded, and left. He wondered in his heart, What's going on today?
Could it be that he was starting to fight with Li Er?
Li Er had just ascended the throne a few days ago, and Wei Zheng was still in the observation stage. If he wanted to argue, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. There was no need to rush.
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