The first three steps can be understood at a glance.
As for the last one, Manju and the others looked at the next one, which was covered with oil-paper cloth and was as long as one person. Two tripods were supported on both sides, and two wooden blocks that fell in the air were hung from the bamboo poles above.
A gauze bag was folded in a cross pocket, looking a little dumbfounded.
"Aqiu, we have never used this thing before, how did we do it?" Man Ju asked.
"This is simple, aunts will know how to do it as soon as they get started." Song Qiu said, waiting for the mill to grind out the first pot of chopped sweet potatoes, adding some water to it, and then started, while grabbing the filter rack, and letting Man Ju help with the ladle.
Pour a ladle of sweet potato residue into the gauze of the filter rack.
Then shake the filter frame back and forth quickly and evenly, and the slurry water will seep from under the gauze and flow into the long wooden barrel underneath.
Song Qiu filtered several scoops of it until there was too much sweet potato residue in the filter rack. He shook it again to make sure no water came out, and then he took out the dried sweet potato residue and put it aside in a bucket.
Manju and the others looked at it. The water was leaking in the big long bucket and the potato dregs were in the small wooden bucket. They couldn't tell which one they wanted or whether they both wanted it. What on earth they were going to eat, they still couldn't figure it out.
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Song Qiu was also afraid that they wouldn't be able to distinguish the priorities, so he quickly added, "What I want is this filtered water, don't pour it for me! I don't want this sweet potato residue after filtering. It's a waste to pick it back to feed the pigs."
Good thing, I guess this sweet potato dregs is indispensable. My pigs can’t eat so much. If any of you raise pigs, you can come and pick up this sweet potato dregs every day.”
Manju and the others listened and looked at the bucket of sweet potato residue. They really didn't expect that it was used to feed the pigs.
Mei Fu wanted to ask if the sweet potato dregs could be cooked and eaten, but seeing that the dregs were similar to wet rice bran, she thought the rice bran would choke her throat, so she didn't ask.
In their family, no one is so sad that they eat rice bran, and the porridge is still delicious. Who would want to suffer from such a choking that the stomach is so full that they can't poop!
The aunts watched it for a while, and then let them filter the sweet potato residue.
Six people, two in a group, exactly three long buckets with three filter racks.
One person is responsible for shaking it, and the other person is responsible for scooping the sweet potato pulp inside.
There are four assembly lines. Those who sit wash and peel the sweet potatoes, and those who stand cut the sweet potatoes into pieces. They switch to grinding and grinding the sweet potato pulp, and filtering the sweet potato pulp to produce slurry water.
Seeing that everyone had started working in an orderly manner and that nothing could go wrong, Song Qiu, who had already carefully explained the process of making sweet potato starch to Old Yuan, told Old Yuan again that the filtered pulp water was hers.
Keep an eye on what you want, and be sure not to pour anything, otherwise your work will be in vain.
Old Yuan wrote them down one by one to reassure Song Qiu.
Seeing that the time was up, Song Qiu estimated that the amount filtered out today would only be enough to fill the long bucket. She would come back to see it later in the afternoon and hurried to the inn.
Mrs. Wang and Zhang Lihua and Aling had almost prepared all the kitchen work, even the fish was filleted. Song Qiu looked at the fish fillets, the thickness of the slices was even, and couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, Auntie."
This fish fillet is pretty good, I can leave this job to you from now on."
Over the past month, Mrs. Wang has learned almost all the stir-fry ingredients. For example, boiled fish can be cooked for her without any problem, and the taste is almost the same.
If one day she is not in the inn and Wang has full control, it will probably be fine.
It's just that the manpower in the kitchen is probably not enough.
Soon, guests arrived at the inn. Song Qiu and Wang were busy cooking. Zhang Lihua had to take care of the fires in the two kitchens. Only Aling was left to go back and forth serving dishes and meals.
Outside, Du Chuanfu was busy greeting guests and had to serve tea and wine.
After being busy this noon, I was very tired.
Song Qiu wiped her sweat and thought about what she had to do. She was afraid that she would have to guard the workshop until the Chinese New Year. If she had to deliver a baby one day, she would have to go to the workshop frequently.
It's time to add more people.
Song Qiu sat down to drink tea and take a break, thinking about this and thinking about taking a trip to the town tomorrow.
The tables in the tea stall outside were all occupied, and there were so many people taking a rest at the moment that I might have to wait a while for lunch.
Song Qiu looked at the official road outside, got up, and was going to go to the back to stew the milky pig's trotter soup for Mrs. Yang.
After a few days, you can start drinking milk and oil.
The pig's trotter soup was stewed, and after lunch, she would go back to the village to visit the workshop.
As soon as I put the pig's trotters on the small stove in a casserole, I came out and saw a group of guests outside who had mistakenly ordered for noon but were about to arrive at Songshan River before noon.
It was a group of five or six carriages, and the people guarding the carriages were wearing official uniforms. It was obvious at a glance that this group of people belonged to officials and had a good background.
Yang Dalian did not dare to be careless and welcomed the man off his horse. Du Chuanfu also hurriedly went out to greet him.
Soon, a group of officials came straight into the inn surrounded by dozens of beautiful and lively girls who got off the carriage.
Fortunately, there were no other guests in the inn at the moment, otherwise, there would be no place to sit.
A group of girls divided the tables, and there were five large tables in total. The remaining officials crowded into the remaining three tables.
All of a sudden, the lobby was full.
The first person, whose official uniform was obviously different in color from other officials, contacted Du Chuanfu and asked about the dishes. Then he quickly ordered food for the girls at the tables and themselves, asking them to hurry up. After eating, they had to rush on their way.
Song Qiu stood at the entrance of the corridor, listened for most of the time, and then hurried in to get ready. There were so many people, but it would take a while.
She and Mr. Wang started frying together, making two portions at the same time, so it went faster.
Aling couldn't even serve the food, so she had no choice. Zhang Lihua set up the fire and came to help serve the food.
A plate of dishes was gently placed on the table. Zhang Lihua was busy and was about to turn back to the kitchen when she saw a girl in pink sitting looking at her.
She looked back subconsciously and was stunned.
Isn’t this Sister Xinghua?
We haven't seen each other for several months. I heard from my third uncle that they, the beautiful women, were preparing to enter the capital. Not long ago, there was a quarrel at home because of the money issue.
It turns out that we are leaving for the capital today?
What a coincidence, we stopped here for lunch.
Zhang Lihua saw that Zhang Xinghua just glanced at her and had no intention of saying hello to her, so she turned around and went in without saying hello.
Zhang Xinghua looked at her back with thoughtful eyes.
I haven’t seen you for a while. Why is this little cousin working as a waiter in this inn?
By the way, my mother seemed to have mentioned something when she came to see her, that girl Song Qiu opened some kind of inn.
This is where it turns out to be?
How could that little village girl who had never seen the world afford such a good inn?
This dish tastes pretty good.
Zhang Xinghua was curious. She was almost finished eating, so she told the girl next to her that she had to go to the toilet, got up and went back.
Du Chuanfu was busy greeting the officials and didn't pay attention here. She walked all the way into the kitchen.
Just in time, he saw Song Qiu, who was wearing an apron and busy at the stove, and Zhang Lihua, who was lighting a fire by the stove.
So it turns out that Song Qiu is the one in charge?
Zhang Xinghua felt incomprehensible.
"I haven't seen you for a while. Why is sister Aqiu working as a cook here?"