Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Little Sesame Oil I Made

Zhang Xiaolan, who had closed, took her husband, with the psychology of watching the excitement, and looked in front of Shao Ji's door. The www.biquge.info smelled the rich fragrance of the incense, saw the lively scene, and at the instigation of the hostess, they also lined up to buy haggis soup to try. "Oops, it's almost bottoming out in the pot. Little boss, we won't line up in vain. The people who were about to arrive in the queue frowned a little worriedly when they saw that the amount of chowder soup in the pot was not very much.

"No, no, more. Love slave-" Baili Zimo shouted towards the inner courtyard. Lin Qingnu carried a large pot of chowder cooked in the inner courtyard, and continued to enter the pot, and it was a big pot again. Baili Zimo asked his father to stir a few more times, so that the previous and new chowder were integrated, continued to collect money, and served the vegetables...... "Sister Zhang, you really came to taste our haggis soup, rest assured, in order to thank you for borrowing our basket, ask my father to give you more." ”

Baili Zimo looked at Zhang Xiaolan with a smile, and stretched out his hand to collect the money, "The big bowl is twenty-five Wen, and the small bowl is fifteen Wen, pay the money first and then serve the dishes." Zhang Xiaolan counted forty Wen painfully, handed it to Zi Mo, and said, "One bowl of big and one bowl of small." The small boss is really good at doing business, and the four big bowls have earned back the capital, which is really a million profits. "Hehe, I've won awards, Sister Zhang, there will be sheep's heads and haggis in the future, remember to help me keep them." Baili Zimo smiled like a little mouse that had stolen oil.

The three pots of haggis were quickly sold out, and Lin Ying, who helped to the end, happily took a pot of haggis left by Zi Mo and left, thinking in his heart: With this, not only will I not be scolded when I go back, maybe the old lady will encourage me to go to Baili's house to help.

Baili Zimo and his family of three sat around a large table, and they also started their own dinner after a busy day. In addition to a small pot of haggis stewed in a small charcoal stove on the table, there are also "braised sheep in water", "five-flavor fried lamb liver", and "sheep's head soup". "Today's income of the pastry shop is 1932698 Wen, and the income of the haggis is 132075 Wen. A total of two hundred and six two seven hundred and seventy-three texts. In addition to the daily labor cost of 533 yuan, the cost cost is 93 2260 yuan. Today's profit is 112,2980. ”

Xiaodou drank the delicious sheep's head soup that had no fishy taste at all, conquered by the smoothness of the sheep's brain, listening to the report, her eyes narrowed into a line, swallowed a mouthful of soup, and said: "Wow, today's turnover has increased again, grandma, don't we have twenty-two taels a day today?" They take the shop and the manual shares, and share the dividends of 20% every month.

Of course, these professional terms were all learned from Baili Zimo. Grandma Lin's smile wrinkled can kill mosquitoes, and following Zimo to do business is the wisest decision she has made in her life. If it weren't for Zi Mo, they would still be living a tight life beyond their means, this Zi Mo is really their nobleman. "By the way, Zi Mo, every family has to prepare snacks and fruits a year ago, on the one hand, to worship God, and on the other hand, to entertain the children who come to pay New Year's greetings. Let me tell you, the children of this town are looking forward to the dim sum fruit in our delicious building. ”

Lin Dou frowned, wondering how much he had to prepare. Baili Zimo was also worried, it was time to prepare, I remember that in my previous life, before the Chinese New Year, I had to fry some tofu, chicken and all kinds of meatballs at home, and the dim sum in this world is generally steamed, and there is no taste when I eat it. Fried things can sit for a long time, and they are crispy, which is sure to be welcome. However, if this is fried in lard, it will not be boring and healthy. By the way, didn't Boss Jiang send a few sacks of sesame seeds this morning? Why don't you use these sesame seeds to toss small sesame oil tomorrow, she had a small oil mill in the village in her previous life, and it was not very difficult to see them grinding sesame oil.

Just do it, early the next morning, Zhu Xueying tossed Xiaodouzi and Qianxiang love slaves, went to the backyard of his house, and moved two small stone mills that had been built before from the Lin family. A simple stove was set up next to it, and Hu Xiaopan was responsible for frying the sesame seeds, Xiaodouzi and Qianxiang were responsible for grinding the fragrant sesame seeds into a paste, and Baili Zimo put the sesame paste into a large ceramic basin, poured in an appropriate amount of boiling water, and used a wooden bar to stir it in the basin constantly, and it was successful! Her experiment was successful! A thick layer of oil really floated out of the basin, exuding a pungent fragrance.

Baili Zimo was overjoyed, she put the wooden pole on the dining table again, put the bottom of the mud pot on the wooden bar, and shook the mud basin with her hand to hold the edge of the basin, the oil came out more and more, and the oil layer became thicker and thicker...... She skimmed out the oil with a wooden spoon and put it in a clay pot. Baili Zimo found another key problem in the grinding of sesame oil: that is, the fragrance of sesame oil has a great relationship with the roasting heat of sesame seeds. When the sesame seeds are baked and fried, the aroma of the oil is slightly lighter, and the color is lighter; when the sesame seeds are baked and fried, the oil produced has a burnt smell and the color is also dark; the sesame seeds are baked and fried at a moderate temperature, and the oil produced is not only fragrant, but also beautiful in color.

As a result, Baili Zimo quickly mastered the grinding heat and technology in the grinding process of sesame oil, and the polished sesame oil became more and more fragrant, attracting people in the town to ask: "What new things has the little boss come up with, and why does it exude such a strong and special fragrance." "Baili Zimo spent a day grinding a large jar of pure sesame oil. In his previous life, Zi Mo always believed that among the condiments, sesame paste can be called a "humble gentleman", and he can get along with anyone. The combination of tahini and food not only enriches the flavor of the meal, but also improves the nutritional value of the meal due to the complementary nutrients.

Indeed, this sesame paste is smeared on the steamed bread slices, it is the "Oriental Sandwich"; accompanied by porridge, the healthy porridge adds more health effects; smeared in the sandwich of the flower roll, delicious, sweet and nutritious; the most common way to eat may be to mix noodles, all kinds of fresh vegetables cut into shreds, fragrant sesame sauce poured on top, a bowl of sesame sauce noodles in hand, I am afraid that it is not appropriate to give a fairy. So he specially grinded a small jar of sesame paste, looking at this jar of sesame paste, Baili Zimo remembered: sesame sauce beans, sesame sauce cold noodles, sesame sauce kidneys...... Baili Zimo collected the sesame oil that was not mastered at the beginning, and these can't be wasted, although the taste is a little inferior, but it can be used to fry fruit snacks or something. Zhu Xueying has already thought that tomorrow's pastry shop will be closed, and she will specially fry some meat pieces, vegetarian dishes and meatballs to sell to the people in the town, so that they don't all think about eating fruits for the New Year, and don't break the threshold of their house.