Chapter 1299 1299. Gifts and fried tea techniques
Zhang Yanping’s hatred made the live broadcast room scream, but Qiao Qiao carefully held her mobile phone at Zhou Maozhu’s house and asked again: “Uncle Maozhu, is this really true? Can I take a photo?”
“Yes, why not?”
Zhou Mao’s stigma came into focus, and he felt a little uncomfortable. I rubbed my hands for a while and didn't dare to look at the camera. But there is nothing in the way of talking:
“Don’t mention this mugwort tea, other teas can also be made. Everyone can do this, it’s not unusual, but each family has different control of the heat.”< br>
"But my tea shed is in chaos. When the spring tea is harvested, I can go to your tea house for real estate speculators on the mountain. It will be much brighter."
Although the factory on the mountain is small and well-equipped, although it was built Most of the time after that was spent idle, but wasn't it waiting to be put to use this year?
Especially this year, there is a lot of tea at home, and Zhou Maozhu alone is obviously not enough. Wulan has been thinking about hiring someone with good craftsmanship and practicality for the past two days.
But the most important thing now is the mugwort tea and Houttuynia cordata tea that are to be sent to the frontier.
She and Song Sancheng were old friends. When they heard that the border guards needed this, they were not happy with the price quoted by Song Tan. They thought about reducing it, reducing it, and reducing it some more.
In the end, it was Zhang Yanping who advised: "If we reduce it any further, it won't be a big deal for us if this business doesn't make money. We just need to protect our capital. But if someone turns up the money later, it will be a problem."
"If you really don't want to charge this money, then think about giving some gifts."
"This is more valuable than money."
But it's just spring, so we need to eat at home. Almost all the food has been consumed, and I can’t even dig out any white fungus or fungus.
Finally, the two of them thought about it and packed a bag of last year’s broken tea leaves, which was about a pound.
But the couple was actually a little embarrassed to give this away.
Because these are not the yellow leaves and minced tea leaves that the old Song family drank every day, but the real old leaves and yellow leaves that were blown down with a dustpan every time after the tea was fried. Broken...
Song Youde wanted to drink it before, but Song Tan wouldn't let him!
Originally, I planned to use the kitchen to cook tea eggs for my seventh cousin. This one is better than the old tea stem, but its benefits are limited.
Really - Song Tan couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the gifts they dug out: His family obviously grows tea, but when it was his turn to drink, everyone from his grandfather to his own father, everyone They just pick and chop the leaves.
She obviously packed several kilograms of good tea leaves for Song Youde, but turned around and was sent back again.
There is a lot of tea this year, but this must not happen again.
“People won’t laugh at us if we give this as a gift, right?” Wu Lan was still a little confused.
"It's okay." Song Tan comforted: "This will be shown in the live broadcast room, everyone will only cry tears of joy, not embarrassed at all!"
Although it does seem...
cough.
She also didn’t know what to say.
Lu Chuan walked around in the warehouse for a long time, and finally asked: "Well... there are quite a lot of soy beans and chili oil left at home, how about giving some more?"
He After taking a look, there are quite a lot of them. I won’t be able to eat them in a few months, and I will have to make new ones at home.
It is better to give it away, at least they will be happier.
This can be done! Wulan was instantly pleasantly surprised.
There are more than a dozen tanks of these messy sauces, oils, etc. last year. In addition to the ones sold, I still have a few tanks at home. But as Mr. Qi is a chef, the original flavor of his daily cooking is delicious enough, and he does not use these all the time. So after giving them to all my relatives, even though I often ate them at home, there was still a lot left over.
Ulan was reminded at this moment, and he immediately went to the warehouse to dig through the cans - the journey was far away, and express delivery was not convenient. Fortunately, he had a plastic bucket at home. It was better to send it by express delivery. Glass jars are good.
And Song Tan made an appointment with Brother Zhang to pick up the express delivery, and then estimated the approximate shipping cost. Fortunately, he had money.
...
In Zhou Maozhu's tea shed, Zhang Yanping didn't know that the ordinary mugwort and Houttuynia cordata in front of him were about to come with sky-high price gifts. The two of them only stared at the live broadcast room, Qiao Qiao explained and Zhang Yanping watched. Barrage, the cooperation is still tacit.
The mugwort buds and Houttuynia cordata picked yesterday no longer look so fresh after being left overnight.
Fried tea is Zhou Maozhu's familiar field. After the tea pot heated up, he was obviously in a state of mind, and even forgot about his previous embarrassment and nervousness.
At this moment, I grabbed a handful of young Houttuynia cordata leaves and put them in front of the camera for everyone to see:
"For this fried tea, we can't use fresh leaves that have just been picked. They have a lot of water, are not fried evenly, and are easy to dry and scorch."
"Like when we made tea before, we just picked them The tea leaves need to be spread in a dustpan to dry for a while until the leaves lose water. We call this [withering]."
As he spoke, he felt the rough palm of his other hand above the iron pot. After checking the temperature, I felt that the fire was almost done, so I grabbed the Houttuynia cordata leaves on the dustpan and threw them into the pot.
Then a pair of iron palms pressed on it, regardless of the heat, and slowly and rhythmically twisted the leaves.
The barrage climate is getting warmer instantly——
【hiss! 】
【I gasped! This is an iron sand palm! 】
【Is the temperature of fried tea very low? Not afraid of getting hot. 】
【Definitely not low! The temperature when frying tea needs to be low, so their promotional page has already written the words "low temperature roasting"]
[It is obviously cooked, and the calluses on the hands are thick, so they are not afraid of burning]
[Actually, it’s not that hot. Look at the leaves, which are so thick. They are blocking the temperature in the pot and pressing your hands on the leaves only generates heat.]
[Why don’t you take a look again? 】
Under the high temperature, the twisted Houttuynia cordata leaves quickly curled up into slender strips, and the wide leaves curled up together. The iron pot, which was originally covered with green leaves to insulate the temperature, was now exposed to the cold. Gray metal surface.
Zhou Maozhu pressed his hand again, grabbed a handful of leaves, turned them over, rubbed them, and ran his fingertips across the steaming iron pot. Everyone in the live broadcast room did not dare to make a sound.
How to say it? I only knew that the chef was a ruthless man, but I didn’t expect that the ordinary tea-making uncle was also a man of steel!
When Zhou Maozhu entered the state, he became more and more natural: "Qiaoqiao said that this technique needs to be taught, right? Hey, you young people are too young to learn this."
"I want to drink it at home. , no need to wither, no need to kill or twist, let me teach you a quick method -"
"After picking the Houttuynia cordata leaves, wash them and steam them directly in the pot. Steam them for half a minute or two, depending on the heat. Anything is fine. Just stir it while steaming, let it steam evenly, and then dry it in the sun or dry it.”
When he said this, his honest face pulled out again. An embarrassed smile appeared: "I thought that Houttuynia cordata and mugwort are both very good, but the taste cannot be brought out in any way, so I fried it as green tea."
"You guys There is no need for young people to do it themselves”
Update one, update two later.