Gao Yiming didn't spend much time on the other guy who crossed over, just asked Wang Chengen to pay attention to whether there were other special people across the country. Don't you know that the arrival of this benevolent brother made the Ming Dynasty under his leadership take a big step on the road of mechanization. After this matter passed, Gao Yiming left him behind, and the major affairs of the court were temporarily handed over to Zhou Hou, and he himself was mixed in the market.

"This old man, what are you selling in your burden?"

"Cooking cakes, do you want one, my family's cooking cakes are famous for a radius of ten miles, eat one to make sure you want to eat the second, third, fourth-"

"Gotta get it, get me one, how do you sell it?" After coming to the Ming Dynasty, Gao Yiming really hadn't eaten the steamed buns of this era, he was very curious, and eating steamed buns reminded him of the big brother who sold steamed buns in the Water Margin, but although the one in front of him was old, his waist was straight, and he was more than seven meters.

"One copper plate, one for another."

Gao Yiming gave him a copper plate, and before the old man could take the cooking cake for him with the hand of the unknown black object around his fingernails, he quickly reached out and took one, the warmth was just right, and the amount was enough, but unfortunately it was too porcelain, and it was not easy to swallow.

"Uncle, your cookcake is not dough."

"What's the dough?"

"Huh? If you can trust it, you can make your cooking cakes, I can't help you improve it, so that your business is better than now, but the premise is that your hands must always be clean and hygienic, otherwise no matter how good the cooking cakes are, who would dare to eat them. ”

Being Gao Yiming, the old man was a little embarrassed, pulling his sleeves and trying to collect it, Gao Yiming smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that the old man seemed to have scruples, he was also speechless, it doesn't seem to be a difficult thing to do this kind of hard thing, the method is worth taking as a treasure, and then he said: "You don't I know, you use cold water and noodles directly, and then steam them out directly in the pot after shaping, right?" ”

The old man was surprised that Gao Yiming was able to figure out the steps to make his own cooking cakes.

"You don't have to be surprised by this, my family is also in the pasta business, but you don't have to worry, my family's business is not here, I'll give it to you, next time you steam the bun again, find a wine-making workshop to borrow some koji, remember not too much, and then steam a steamed bun and put it as leaven, you know the leaven?"

The old man shook his head.

"Then you don't need to understand, you just do what I do, after the yeast is done, take a little crush each time you steam the bun and put it into the noodles, remember that the noodles should be warmed and put for a while, after the cooking cake is done, put it on warm water in winter, and then steam it in the pot after half an hour, you try, the steamed cakes are absolutely fluffy and sweet, do you remember?"

Seeing that the old man nodded vigorously, Gao Yiming left satisfied, so that he could get great satisfaction from the bad taste of being a teacher

The old man didn't take his words seriously at first, but after walking a few streets with a heavy burden and few people buying his cooking cakes, he remembered Gao Yiming's words again.

After thinking about it for a while, his business is now extremely bad, and no matter how bad it is, it will be like this, so he simply turned his heart into a winery, bought a little koji with the money he earned from selling cooking cakes today, and then went home early.

"Old thing, why are you back so early?" When the old man got home, her wife came out to help him unload the burden, and opened the list on the burden, and immediately changed her old face: "You old immortal, you came back before you finished buying the cooking cakes, and you also bought sake lees, and you go to the ball after drinking it." ”

"You wicked woman, what are you yelling about, close the door, don't be afraid that the neighbors will see the joke."

The old woman saw that the old man's momentum had changed greatly, and for a while he was really frightened, and obediently went to close the door, and the old man said mysteriously: "I met a noble man on the street today, according to his family, who has been making pasta for generations, and ate our family's cooking cakes, and told me how to improve." ”

"Don't be a liar, with such skills, who dares to give it away easily, and is not afraid that my family will rob him of his business?"

"Women's knowledge, don't think about that useless, hurry up and help."

The old couple began to get busy, because it was the first time to do it, in order not to cause waste, the old man planned to make one according to Gao Yiming's first, and the whole noodles were made with koji.

"Is this okay, you don't need a drop of water, the steamed bun can be delicious?"

"Don't shout, just look at it, once you succeed, let you wear gold and silver for a second spring."

"You are an old immortal, I think you want to rejuvenate the second spring." The old couple was noisy, and the steamed buns were steamed in an hour, and as soon as the cage was opened, what appeared in front of them was a porcelain-glazed monster that was a little blackened.

"Look, I'll just, whoever eats one of your buns will give you a secret recipe, the fool is almost the same, while it's not dark yet, you hurry up and go out and sell me some more cooking cakes."

"What are you yelling about? That's the first step. The old man took the steamed steamed buns to the yard to cool, and then he was ready to carry the burden out of the house, and before leaving, he did not forget to tell the old woman: "You have shown me this steamed bun, and I will be of great use after drying." ”

"I know, you go out quickly, no matter how much you grind, it's dark, and today's cooking cakes can't be sold, so you can only stay at home and eat them yourself."

"Got it—got it—" squeaked, and the old man closed the door and went out into the street to sell cakes.