When Ying Bao heard that, she couldn't help but look at Yidong's fat shopkeeper Qiu.
He has a chubby face with a handlebar mustache and eyes that are narrowed into the shape of a Buddha. He has a kind face, but he is not a shrewd person. He actually caught his eye on his eldest cousin at a glance.
Bu Nao, my eldest cousin is indeed quite old. He will be 18 after the Chinese New Year. If he doesn’t find a wife, he will probably die of panic.
She tugged on her cousin's sleeve and winked at him.
Seeing that his cousin ignored him, he asked the shopkeeper Qiu: "Uncle Qiu really doesn't mind if he goes to my house to learn how to make pastries?"
Qiu Fuyin smiled and said: "Young lady, I'm joking, my neighbors can also make snacks, so what's there to worry about?"
"Then let him go to my house and have a look." Yingbao smiled and said with crooked eyes, "Just in time to meet Auntie Yidong Qiu."
I guess the fact that I stole my master was not hidden from my wife's sharp eyes, so it didn't seem right not to say anything about it.
"Welcome." Qiu Nianglin looked at Jiang Cheng eagerly again: "Brother Jiang, please don't come with us."
Jiang Cheng nodded helplessly and arched his legs towards Qiu Fu: "Then I won't bother shopkeeper Qiu."
As a result, Jiang Quan stayed in the east to look after the house, while Jiang Cheng and his little cousin walked in shopkeeper Qiu's donkey cart to his house.
On the way, Jiang Cheng bought a few packs of candied fruits and took them with him as gifts.
Shopkeeper Qiu didn't stop him. He looked at the young man with a smile the whole time. The more he looked at him, the more he looked at him. He felt that he was as handsome and sensible as when he was young.
Arriving in front of Rongfuji Pastry Shop, Yingbao and her cousin got into the carriage.
Qiu Fengli happily led the brother and sister to the backyard, not forgetting to tell the boy in the shop to pick some snacks and send them to the backyard.
"Rong'er Ronger! We have a guest, come and have some tea!" Qiu Fenglin started calling before he even entered the main room.
"Here we come!" There was a clear response, and a girl in red, about fourteen or fifteen years old, lifted the curtain from the back room and came out.
As soon as I looked around, I saw a handsome young man in plain clothes standing in the yard. I couldn't help being startled. I even covered half of my face with my sleeves and quietly looked at the person.
Qiu Fu smiled and said: "Rong'er, the shopkeeper of Jiang Ji's specialty shop who has business dealings with our family is very unhappy to come over to see you."
Qiu Rong then put down her sleeves and bowed to Jiang Chengfu in a formal manner: "Wish you all the best, Shopkeeper Jiang."
Jiang Cheng resisted the urge to run away and reluctantly returned the greeting.
Qiu Furun had been paying attention to Jiang Cheng's performance, and she felt both relieved and disappointed when she saw that Jiang Cheng didn't even look at her daughter.
Doesn’t Mr. Jiang Xiaolang look down on his daughter?
No wonder, although his daughter is not a queen, she is still a pretty young lady. Why doesn't he even raise his eyebrows?
Qiu Ninglin then introduced Ying Bao to her daughter: "Then shopkeeper Jiang's sister is called... um, what is the little lady's name?"
"His name is Jiang Yingbao. Wish you all the best for Sister Rong." Yingbao saluted Qiu Rong in a dignified manner.
Qiu Rong held her leg and said with a smile: "Sister Yingbao, please follow him into the house quickly."
Qiu Furun also grabbed Jiang Cheng and followed him into the house.
Not long after, the boy delivered an assorted box containing several kinds of pastries and fruits, including his most famous three-color bean paste cake.
The bean paste cake is made of three-color fillings made of red bean paste, mung bean paste and chestnut flour. It is crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside, sweet and delicious, and very delicious.
Qiu Rong brought tea, poured tea for Jiang Cheng and Ying Bao herself, then walked aside and shut up with Ying Bao.
Qiu Fuyan also pretended to chat with Jiang Chidi, making insinuations from time to time, and finally found out clearly about the Jiang family's situation.
When she heard that the Jiang family was a farmer, that all the children in the family had gone to school, and that the third uncle of the Jiang family was the mayor of the village, Qiu Nianlin was even more satisfied and wished she could find a matchmaker to talk to Jiang Cheng right away.
But to be the leader of the village, the Jiang family must be considered a highly respected local family, and they must not be considered second- or first-class farmers.
When my daughter gets married, not only will she be rich, but at least she won't go hungry.
Soon Qiu Linglin's wife, Aunt Qiu, also came, holding a five- or six-year-old boy in her lap.
"Oh, isn't that shopkeeper Jiang? You are such a rare visitor." Aunt Qiu looks exactly like her husband, with a fat body and a round face, and her eyes narrow into crescents when she smiles.
Jiang Cheng quickly stood up and saluted: "Aunt Qiu, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Why are you bothering me? As soon as I come to our house, let's go east." Aunt Qiu turned her eyes from her daughter and Jiang Chengchen, then saw Ying Bao, and smiled even more kindly: "That's not true of Ying Bao.
Little lady, come on, let me take a look."
Ying Bao obediently saluted her: "Wish you a happy life, ma'am."
Aunt Qiu pulled her over and praised her: "Miss Yingbao is becoming more and more beautiful, just like the little fairy boy in the painting. Oh, I wish she could be her daughter."
She pulled her son beside her and said with a smile: "If we get together, we will be the golden boy and girl of the east star."
Ying Bao glanced at the golden boy who was snorting and her eyelids twitched.
The golden boy gave her a big smile, sucked in the snot that had been dragged to his mouth, and said, "Sister Yingbao."
"Golden boy..." The fault is that for a little boy as big as her, Yingbao really can't pronounce the word brother.
Yes, that boy's name was Jintong, but he was the only son of his family. I had seen him once in front of his shop. He was squatting under a tree by the door and poking at ants with a small stick.
Qiu Fulan secretly winked at his wife and said, "Yingbao wants to learn how to make our new pastries. I'll take her to have a look." This would also allow his daughter to be alone with Jiang Cheng.
Aunt Qiu understood, and immediately took Ying Bao and asked, "He has a new pastry, can I please go and have a look?"
Ying Bao nodded immediately: "Please go, thank you Aunt Qiu."
Everyone was allowed to enter the kitchen of the enemy's pastry shop. When they came back to discuss business with the enemy, Dani, Erni and Jiang Quan were not allowed to enter. However, because of their young age, they were allowed in by Aunt Qiu and were allowed to enter.
Watched for a long time.
So, Aunt Qiu took Ying Bao's youngest son to the kitchen.
From a long way away, I could smell the sweet aroma emanating from the stove, which made my mouth water.
Two or three women, about thirty or forty years old, were working in the kitchen. They were all hired help from the enemy.
Aunt Qiu brought her to an aunt: "Sister-in-law Xue, I will teach Yingbao how to make crispy milk cake."
Sister-in-law Xue agreed, glanced at the little girl, and murmured in her heart.
If you teach such a young child how to make pastry, I wonder if she will remember it.
But who cares about her, my boss can just let me teach her, it’s not too complicated.
Since you are teaching how to make pastry, you must start from the beginning and don’t miss every step.
Aunt Xue took out a few big steamed buns and told Ying Bao: "Peel off the scalp of the steamed buns first, and then make the crispy crust later."
Yingbao obeyed and went to wash her legs and scalp the steamed buns with Aunt Xue.
After peeling off the scalps of several steamed buns, Aunt Xue cut them into dices, poured them into a clean iron pot, and fried them over low heat to dry them out and make them crispy.
Take out the crispy steamed buns and put them on a plate to cool, then pour them on the board, cover them with gauze, and crush them with a rolling pin.
The crushed steamed buns must be sifted through a dough sieve to sift out the coarse ones and keep the finely chopped ones for later use.
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