"Brush your teeth."
Chu Jun handed the willow branch and the fine salt to Wang Ruoshu.
Two mint leaves were soaked in the warm water.
"What is this?"
"Peppermint."
"What's mint?"
“……”
Why did water enter her brain?
You don't even know what mint is?
"Then do you know about Dazzle Walk?"
"After eating, I can't stop at all!”
"Dazzling?"
Wang Ruoshu tilted her head, her face full of disbelief.
What a fresh thing.
Could it be something from the heavens?
Forget it…I won't tease her anymore.
There were many people now, but none of them were normal.
They were all lunatics!
The cave was only so big. Chu Jun wanted to build a small thatched cottage for Wang Ruoshu.
It was really awkward for a woman to sleep inside.
They had steamed buns, plain porridge, and hot and sour shredded potatoes for breakfast.
"What is this?"
"Have you never eaten steamed buns before?"
Great Qin's four-man team felt quite confused.
This was Chu Jun's first time making steamed buns.
There was wheat on the island, but Chu Jun had only planted a small amount.
Why?
First, the yield of wheat per mu was low.
On the island, it was only about 800 catties.
Of course, Great Qin's highest yield had already been raised.
Chu Jun only planted two to three mu of wheat.
The taste of wheat made into wheat rice was not good. It was mainly made into flour to make pastries.
This was also the case in Great Qin.
However, what they made were all dead noodles. They were directly made into pot helmets without fermentation.
During the war, they would be given two pancakes, about 50-60cm in diameter, 15cm thick, and weighing more than five pounds. The soldiers used cowhide ropes to tie up the pancakes, one on the chest and one on the back.
This unique way of carrying it meant that the flatbread was no longer just food. In the face of a sudden attack, the cake could also play the role of armor, providing protection to the soldiers.
Later on, the soldiers called the Dunbing Guokui, referring to the hard-faced armor that was baked with a pot.
The word guokui came from this.
However, the texture…was really unflattering. It was as hard as bones.
Without the water, he couldn't swallow it.
It was only slightly salty.
The staple food of the Qin Dynasty was still millet rice, and the yield of wheat was not very high.
Moreover, because it was more difficult to make flour, the quality of the flour produced was poor, so noodles were not mainstream.
As for steamed buns?
That's something from the Three Kingdoms period
Legend has it that Zhuge Liang beat up Meng Huo.
When Chu Jun was bored on the island, he would make some flour, which was about ten catties in total.
He took advantage of the time to make all of them into steamed buns.
He used old yeast, which was the dough.
In the past, there was no fresh yeast in the traditional yeast head for making leavened noodles. The yeast fermentation method was usually used to make leavened noodles at home.
The color wasn't white. Instead, it felt like a multi-grain steamed bun.
The main reason was that there were few tools, and some impurities were not filtered cleanly.
"This steamed bun…is so soft!"
Wang Ben picked one up and bit into it.
"It's still a little sweet!"
"Delicious!"
Wang Ben's table manners were quite ugly as he attacked from both sides.
"This steamed bun is at least half a catty…"
Qin Shihuang picked one up and thought about it carefully.
Chu Jun couldn't be bothered with them.
He separated the steamed bun from the middle and stuffed the hot and sour potato shreds into it. At the same time, he also added his own chili sauce!
He took a bite!
Fragrant!
It was just a little painful…
A total of 30 steamed buns were enough to eat.
"Sir…can make flour?"
"It's very simple. After the shell is peeled off, use a stone mill to simply grind it down.”Chu Jun chewed as he said,"It's just ten catties of flour. It'll be gone if you eat it." If you want to eat, go get it yourself."
Wang Ruoshu followed suit.
Following Chu Jun, he opened the steaming steamed bun, put the shredded potatoes in, and then added two spoonfuls of chili.
After taking a bite, his expression changed.
"Wow! So spicy, so spicy!"
"This…this is chili?"
"Ang!" Chu Jun nodded." If you can't eat spicy food, eat less."”
"So this is a potato yield of 5,000 catties per mu?”
"Hmm…"
So many questions for a meal.
Was there no end to this?
At this moment, Meng Yi suddenly put down his chopsticks.
He looked at Chu Jun in disbelief.
"Wait, there's something wrong with this steamed bun!"
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