roccoschili Chapter 289 Toast
Chapter 289 Toast
"The taste of these pastries is very unique. Not bad, not bad. Delicious, delicious." An Huaibo was tall and strong. He ate a small puff at a time and a caterpillar in two bites. Mrs. An Huaibo frowned frequently when she saw him eating. He was too rude when eating. He really was old and ugly. The more she looked at him, the more disgusted she was.
An Huaibo seemed not to notice his wife's disdainful look and continued to eat happily. Yan Qing, who was standing beside him, was also diligently pouring a cup of tea for his father.
Soon An Huaibo was half full, and the remaining half was filled with tea.
He stroked his round belly and burped with genuine emotion. Not only was Mrs. An Huaibo disgusted, he even wanted to curse.
"You should be more careful at your age. After all, you are a prince and a noble. If you don't have basic etiquette, won't you be laughed at when you go out?"
An Huaibo didn't care: "Isn't this at home? Okay, okay, let's not talk about this. This food tastes pretty good, and every flavor is very novel. Qing'er, next time you go back to the military camp, can you ask the young master of the Song family to lend us his cook for a few days?"
"Borrow a cook?" Yan Qing said with a strange look on his face: "The Song family doesn't have a cook. These are all made by Song Chunlin's grandfather. Dad, I'm afraid you can't borrow one."
An Huaibo really didn't expect this. In his impression, any family with a little bit of power would basically have a group of slaves. At the very least, they would not let the elders in the family cook. If he remembered correctly about the Song family, Song Chunlin's father and his uncle both had titles, not to mention that Song Chunlin also had the title of the National Sharpshooter. Although it was of no use, the word "national defender" was heavy enough. It was impossible that there was no slave in the family, right?
Mrs. An Huaibo told him that there really were no servants, and Yan Qing also testified that the Song family indeed had no slaves.
"Today we went to the Song family and had a simple meal. The cooks were either his grandfather or his mother's aunt, and the younger generations helped. To be honest, although the Song family has to do everything by themselves, the family harmony is much better than many wealthy families that only show off on the surface."
An Huaibo was thoughtful: "I haven't dealt with the Song family yet, but I'm being polite to them. These souvenirs they sent me, do they have a story to tell?"
Mrs. An Huaibo glanced at him sideways, thinking that he had some brains.
“They hope that our family will invest in and open a pastry shop, the Song family will provide the recipes, and the Charity Bureau will provide the labor.”
"The Salesian Bureau?" An Huaibo didn't understand why the Salesian Bureau had intervened again.
"Song Chunlin is helping the children from the Salesian Bureau learn how to make these cakes. When the shop opens, we will buy the cakes directly from the Salesian Bureau and sell them back, and then we will share the profits."
It is just a rough plan at the moment and both sides did not discuss it much, but this is roughly the idea. After listening to it, An Huaibo was silent for a long time.
"Ma'am, are you going to agree to this?"
Mrs. An Huaibo smiled lightly: "Of course, such novel and delicious pastries, the nobles in Beijing want to eat a unique one, and we can make money and gain reputation by joining hands with the Charity Bureau. It's the best of both worlds, why not do it?"
The next day, Song Chunlin cleared some time and went to the Ministry of Industry. The winery construction had been in the works for a while and only recently had some progress been made. Song Chunlin planned to go to the border after getting the permit documents. This time he would go alone and if he drove an off-road motorcycle, the trip would be much faster, taking at most half a month or at least a week.
He told his family about his thoughts. No one else said anything, but Aunt Song reminded him that he should come back as soon as he finished his work over there, as the Charity Bureau and the military camp would not be able to do without him for too long.
"Grandson, remember this. Don't worry, little grandpa. I'll be gone for a month or so and will be back once everything is arranged."
Grandpa Song asked him, "Isn't Fengyue with you?"
"No, I'll go by myself this time."
"Well, then you should be careful on the road and take a rest when you need to. We are not afraid of trouble, but we can't take the initiative to cause trouble."
Song Chunlin wants to go to the border right now, but there are still many things to be done here. The Ministry of Works said that it will take three to five days for the documents to come down, and Song Chunlin can't be in a hurry, so he can only wait.
Things at the Charity Bureau were going smoothly, but every time Song Chunlin faced Song Song's expectant eyes, he would unconsciously dodge.
Songsong was unaware of this and still exercised actively, took medicine on time, and studied hard, hoping that when his sister came back, he could let her eat the cake he made himself.
When Aunt Song was not at the Charity Bureau, Song Chunlin would also send some materials over for everyone to practice, but the quantity was not large, so the manager Aunt Song would give them to the children to eat themselves, and only give the leftovers to the adults who came to work to take back.
Ten days later, Aunt Song came to the orphanage again. As soon as she sat down, a child brought her the egg cake she had made the day before.
Aunt Song broke off a small piece, tasted it, and gave the child a thumbs up.
"Not bad, you've made progress. If you practice a few more times and get the right timing, you can sell this egg cake at a stall."
The praised children walked back to their group with light steps. Several members of the group screamed excitedly. Children from other groups around them also looked at them with envy. They also hoped that Song Amao could taste the egg cake from their group. But the manager Shumo said that only the best and most successful cakes could be given to Song Amao for comments.
The egg cakes they made themselves still had many shortcomings, so it was impossible for them to be given to Grandma Song to taste. However, everyone was not discouraged. If it didn’t work this time, then they would try next time. If it didn’t work next time, then there would always be the next time, right?
One day, they will let Song Amao eat the pastries made by their own group.
After commenting on everyone's homework, Auntie Song began to distribute materials with Song Chunlin. This time they had to make toast, and it did not require butter.
There is not much butter in Song Chunlin's space, but there is a lot of yeast. Toast requires fermentation, and butter can be replaced with corn oil. Corn oil and butter are easy to find, and yeast is also easy to get. The recipe given by Song Amo is something she figured out herself. It is a bit complicated to make, and not as easy as the previous egg cake. It takes two or three hours just to ferment and relax.
While waiting for the dough to ferment, everyone couldn't sit idle, so Aunt Song arranged for the children to boil some red bean paste, which would be wrapped in the dough to make red bean paste toast.
In addition to the bean paste, Song Amao also fried an egg. Song Chunlin provided lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers free of charge, which were washed and sliced for later use to make egg sandwiches.