However, this incident still caused some shadows to her, and now as long as she thought of the sparkling water of Jinmingchi, she felt a kind of suffocating coldness.

Shaking his head and shaking off the images in his mind, Wen Shu turned around and went into the kitchen, cleaned his hands, tied his apron, and began to knead the dough and make snacks.

Yesterday I played for a day, and although there were some accidents later, I played in the end, so it's time to do something serious today.

The royal garden opened on the first day of March, and will not be closed until the eighth day of April, which is nearly a month and a half, I don't know how many traders are a good time to make money, so this year she also wants to take advantage of this east wind, make a good profit, and just take advantage of this to practice their craft.

After making hibiscus jujube mud cake a few times, she was already a little tired of it, so she changed her tricks today and made a smile.

Add sucrose to fresh milk and stir well, then add eggs and honey to mix well, and finally knead the mixed juice and rice noodles well, and set aside to wake up.

After the dough is completely rising, it is then moved to the cutting board and kneaded smooth, then cut into small pieces, put into the round face mold carved in the morning, press and shape, and then take out the steaming or frying.

This dim sum was learned from Chef Ji in a private school in her early years, and she also tried to make it twice, but it was made at that time, and it was always lacking in taste and appearance.

This time, she accompanied Miss Lu to Cangzhou, and after being fortunate enough to eat the smile made by Chef Wang a few times, she suddenly found the reason for her lack like a soul, and she tried to do it twice when she returned to Tokyo.

Sure enough, this time, it is much better than before, both in terms of taste and style, although it is still more exquisite than Chef Wang's craftsmanship, but it is also similar.

Because she had to be in a hurry today, she had reconciled and woken up before the dough fell asleep yesterday.

In order to look better, when kneading the dough yesterday, she deliberately added some steamed pumpkin puree, and at this time, the yellow, orange and orange dough had arched high.

Take the dough out of the basin and knead it on the cutting board repeatedly, until the surface of the dough is shiny and does not stick to your hands, then pull it into long strips and cut it into palm-sized dough.

Place the dough on the side of the round face mold and press it into shape, then take a thin skewer and slowly outline the simple eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth on the dough.

The last stroke is to cut fresh fruits and vegetables into small pieces, point out two smiles (dimples) on both sides of the cheeks, and then steam them in the pot, so as to live up to the name of smilers.

The vegetables and fruits of the smile are not particular, you can take them at will, it is Wen Shu who picked up the shepherd's cabbage that he picked outside the city yesterday, picked up the stems and cut them into small pieces, and pressed them on the cheeks of the dough.

Gently picking up the decorated smiley dough into the steamer, she took the time to make some shepherd's cabbage cake while watching the fire.

A quarter of an hour later, there was a sweet aroma in the steamer, Wen Shu took the chopsticks to open the steamer and took out a taste, the yellow and clear smiling face, like the rising sun in the morning, brilliant and dazzling.

When you bite into it, it is sweet with some frankincense, soft and soft.

"Yes, it's better than the first two times, and it should be able to sell." Wen Shu muttered to himself, and while eating the rest of the smile, he turned over the shepherd's cabbage cake that was frying in the pot.

At the beginning of the morning, Wen Shu went back to the room to change into a goose yellow spring shirt, combed a pair of buns on his head, and tied two tender green streamers as a lining, looking from afar, like the tender yellow wildflowers blooming in the fields in spring, fresh and vibrant.

After a simple dress-up, Wen Shu carried a bamboo basket and said hello to Father Wen and went to the outside of the courtyard, and after turning onto Xizi Street to meet Wang Ling, the two of them each made five cents, and took the passing donkey cart to Qionglin Garden in the west of the city.

That's right, this time it's Qionglin Yuan, because of yesterday's incident, Wen Shu still has some shadows on Jin Mingchi at the moment, and he subconsciously doesn't want to go there, besides, the smile she made today may also be more popular with the rich ladies. The egg hurts

Qionglin Garden is not far from the west side of Jinming Pond, the garden is full of strange flowers and stones, at this time, it is the time when peach blossoms and begonias compete for spring, look at it from afar, the peach is like a brocade, and the green willows become smoke.

A group of little ladies in bright or elegant clothes are playing with the flowers, drinking tea, so comfortable.

Wen Shu and Wang Ling glanced at each other, hurriedly walked over, and opened their mouths to shout, "The smiling face in the world is like a butterfly, and a touch of freshness in the bush is fresher. (This sentence is original)

The clear voice was sent into the forest by the breeze, and the frolicking little ladies couldn't help but stop their movements, seeing that it was a little lady with a basket, someone immediately understood, and asked with a smile: "The little lady sells a smile?" ”

"Exactly." Wen Shu responded with a smile. In the bottom of his heart, he was complacent with the idea of poetry and shouting.

Sure enough, for these rich little ladies, poetry is more in line with their wishes.

"What's the selling price?" The man in the forest asked.

"Twenty wen a copy, one copy four yuan."

The person who asked was a little lady in red, and she felt that it was a little more expensive, but at this time, the price of entering the garden to sell food was three or four percent higher than usual.

"Okay." Hearing the sound, Wen Shu hurriedly put down the bamboo basket and took out the oil paper to give her snacks.

The little lady in red was afraid that Wen Shu would not be able to pick it up for her, so she paced over with the peach branch in her hand, but when she saw the neat yellow smiles in the cyan bamboo basket, she couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Why is this color?" ”

Wen Shu smiled and handed over the wrapped pastry, "I added some pumpkin puree to it, it will taste sweeter, sister try it." ”

The little lady in red took it, took a bite in disbelief, and immediately felt that the twenty dollars were not spent.

She secretly glanced at Wen Shu, a little surprised in her heart, she didn't expect this little lady who looked quite ordinary, but her craftsmanship was good, she was just to fill her stomach, and she didn't have much expectations for the taste, but at this moment she had a feeling of value for money.

You must know that the vendors who wander around the park at this time, in addition to asking for a high price, the taste is also one or two percent worse than usual, just to sell more in a race against time, so the pursuit of taste has been discounted.

"It's really good, it's worth the price." The little lady in red praised it.

Hearing this, the little ladies on the side all gathered around curiously, and some of them felt hungry, so they also paid for a copy.

Wen Shu only made three cages of drawers this time, and the total was only sixty yuan, which was divided into twenty-five parts, and five copies were sold this time.

On the next journey, because of her newly planted poems and dazzling pastry colors, it attracted many little ladies to ask questions, and a lot of them were also sold, even half of the shepherd's cabbage cakes were sold.

Half an hour later, there were only two pieces of Xiaojing'er left in the basket, and there were only five pieces of camellia cake left, so Wang Ling saw this and pulled Wen Shu to go to the forest with her to pick up flowers.

This time when she came to Qionglin Garden, Wang Ling did not bring her rouge box, but only carried two baskets like Wen Shu, but her basket was empty, in order to come to Taolin to pick up petals, and go back to the house to wash and dry.

In the future, rouge can be crushed and transferred, which can not only add color, but also bring a peach blossom fragrance, which is a rare and good raw material that does not cost money.

Although Wen Shu is not interested in making rouge, the peach petals are also very useful to her, because they can be used to make pastries, so she is very serious about picking them up.