"So the lady in charge inquired carefully about where I came from," Qian Qian smiled and looked around, and said with something in her words: "She knows that I am from Wujiapo." The big families of Qianjinfang, who dare to worry about their belongings. If you really lose one and a half pieces, people are not afraid to turn our little Wujiapo over. ”

Qianjinfang?! The surrounding girls and daughters-in-law opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at Qian Qian. Wujiapo is close to the eastern capital, and everyone has not entered the city, but the people in the village enter the city, at most, they take a turn in Jinshuifang, and they dare not walk around. They had all heard of Qianjinfang, but they had not been there. That's where the prime minister lives, and they're all officials, and if you accidentally offend someone, you'll lose your head.

I can't see it! The former granddaughter-in-law of the old Zhao family was silent, but she had a big idea, and she went to the city so quickly, and she was close to the high-ranking family of Qianjinfang, and the people around her stared at Qian Qianqian, who was seriously washing clothes, and her eyes changed subtly.

Qian Qiancai didn't care what they were thinking, it would take half a day to wash more than a dozen clothes, and she didn't have time to rub it. She just gave a verbal warning, so she was not afraid that anyone would care about these "good clothes"! With 7788 there, there's absolutely no way anyone can touch anything right under her nose.

In ancient times, washing clothes was a hard work, you need to mash the soap horn, mix it with water, and then use the clothes pestle to beat it repeatedly or rub it with a washboard, in fact, there are soap made of soap and lard and alkaline substances in this year, but the money is shallow and can't afford it, so you can only use the most primitive method to wash clothes.

More than a dozen green cloth robes, Qian Qian washed for two whole hours, her hands were sore, and when she returned to the deserted house on the slope with a wooden basin, the sun had begun to set in the west.

Qian Qian looked at the sky, dropped the wooden basin and began to work non-stop. She poured out a portion of the millet and began to wash it, then soaked it in water to wash her clothes and starch them. She is poor, so she can't afford to use the expensive pulp powder, so let's make do with rice and water. Fortunately, these are green cloth robes, and although the rice washing water is slightly yellow, there is no problem in sight.

On one side, the wooden basin soaked the clothes with rice washing water, and on the other side, the red dates were steamed on the cage drawer of Qian Qian, and the rice noodles were poured into the tile basin with water and noodles.

Qian Qian, who has just seamlessly connected from the food plane to here, is of course very accurate, she only has five dollars of soybean oil, just a little bit, everything is to look at the amount of oil to prepare the materials. She steamed the dates and began to pound the paste, slowly adding oil and a little bit of millet flour as she did so.

Even a chef like Qian Qian, under the current conditions, it is inevitable that he will be restricted, and the hand-pounded jujube paste is certainly not as delicate as that made by modern fabric machines, and large pieces of jujube skin that cannot be mashed have to be carefully picked out by Qian Qian. However, according to Qian Qian's level, even if it is a simple thing like jujube paste, the proportion of materials is just right, the production is careful, and the taste is still satisfying.

The jujube paste is steamed, put aside to dry, Qian Qian began to dry the clothes, dried the clothes, she put the good millet noodles in the steaming drawer to wake up the noodles, and she used the good millet rice to add water casually to make a bowl of thick porridge and eat it is dinner, after dinner, she washed and fell asleep directly, there are 7788 housekeepers, she has nothing to worry about.

The next day, Qian Qian got up early in the morning again. The autumn weather was cool, and the clothes had dried out overnight, Qian Qian folded more than a dozen green cloth robes and wrapped them neatly, turned around and started to make a fire.

The jujube paste was pounded the night before, and Qian Qian began to make steamed cakes with the reconciled millet noodles early the next morning. In her family's plane, the yellow rice noodle cut cake and fried cake in the northwest region are still a little famous, and they belong to the dim sum often eaten by people in the northwest. There is a saying in that place, thirty miles of noodles and forty miles of cakes, it is said that because of the strong sense of satiety after eating yellow rice cakes, you can walk forty miles of mountain roads.

Millet is yellow rice, Qian Qian doesn't know if she can really walk forty miles after eating cakes made of yellow rice noodles, but as an experienced chef, she can still make some decent snacks with these things. And unlike this ordinary chef, Qian Qian has been a chef of a high-end restaurant for so many years, even if she makes an ordinary small steamed cake, she is also particular.

This deserted house is extremely simple, she doesn't even have a kitchen knife, but it doesn't matter, a small steamed cake bun filling, all by her own hands, pinched out of uniform size, round and beautiful, golden, with reed leaves instead of drawer cloth, very good-looking.

After making the steamed cakes, Qian Qian neatly placed these cakes in the tile bowl, covered it with a clean cloth towel to prevent the water from evaporating, and then carried the package on his back and hurried into the city with the tile bowl.

"Qian Chuanzi," after entering the city, seeing the route Qian Qian took, 7788 asked a little incomprehensibly: "It's not in a hurry to send clothes, right?" Shouldn't you sell your steamed cakes first? After a long morning, I didn't have time to eat breakfast and went out, why don't you sell it quickly? ”

"There's no hurry." Qian Qian hurried to Qianjinfang with a tile bowl: "These things are still useful." ”

In the back alley of Qianjinfang, Qian Qian went to the back door of yesterday's house, and greeted the little guy who looked at the corner door very politely: "This little brother, please pass it on, can you ask Mama Liu to come out?" The slave family is Yao Jiuniang of Wujiapo, who came to deliver clothes, and Mama Liu told her that she must send all the washed clothes back today, and she must not be delayed. ”

The janitor was happy, looked Qian Qian up and down, and turned around to help find someone. It didn't take much effort, yesterday's grandmother followed the little girl out, and she was happy when she saw Qian Qian: "Oh, you are diligent, you came over early in the morning." ”

"Mama's entrustment does not dare to delay." Qian Qian immediately handed over the package behind him, and said with a somewhat apologetic tone: "Look, Mama, the clothes are all here." I washed and starched, but I can't afford to burn carbon at home, so I don't have an iron, I can't iron it, it's because I'm not thoughtful, you don't have to care. ”

"Great!" Mama Liu flipped through the clothes brought by Qian Qian, nodded with satisfaction, and paid the bill very happily: "Mrs. Yao does things neatly, can she do needlework?" I have some sewing work today, and I'm thinking of taking it outside. ”

"Yes, don't worry, Mama, it will be appropriate to leave the needlework to me." Qian Qian nodded immediately, she has been a noble girl for several lifetimes, not to mention her other skills, she has really practiced needlework for several lifetimes.

"Alas! That's just right! Mama Liu clapped her hands: "I'll run errands again!" Wait, I'll give it to you. Today is just some sewing work, you do it first to see, if it is proper, in the future there will be bits and pieces, I will keep it for you. ”