A tragic journey through ancient times, trying to make money

Chapter 172 Baking Cookies

"Brother, second brother, the dough is ready. Now the three of us will be responsible for stretching the dough into noodles and then cutting it into pieces."

Zhang Xingyun: "Okay, got it."

Zhang Xinghao: "Okay, Yueyue."

So the three of them started to pull the dough into noodles, and then Zhang Yunyue used a knife to cut them into finger-lengths.

"Xiaofeng, we're about to start grilling. Turn down the fire in the oven and use low heat for a while, otherwise it will easily burn."

"Okay, got it, Sister."

Zhang Yunyue put the cut noodles in the oven. Because there was more flour, only the salty half was baked.

After a quarter of an hour, a rich aroma was already wafting from the oven.

Zhang Yunyue opened the oven and took a look. The surface of the biscuits was already golden brown, so she took out two. After letting them cool down, she broke them open and took a look. The inside of the biscuits was also dried out.

I tasted it and found that the salty and fragrant cookies were crispy and did not become soft after cooling outside. They were baked just right.

"Brother, you can take it out now. The first batch is ready."

"Okay." After saying that, Zhang Xingyun took out all the biscuits from the oven and put them in a bamboo basket.

Zhang Yunyue started putting the cut noodles in again.

The biscuits that were just taken out just now had cooled down: "Big brother, second brother, Xiaofeng, Xiaoxue, try them and see if you like them."

Several people then took a biscuit from the bamboo basket and put it in their mouths.

"Sister, this cookie is delicious and crispy."

"Yes, Yueyue, this cookie has a little salty taste and the aroma of milk. It's so delicious."

"Sister, when I return to school after the New Year, can you help me make some? I want to bring them to share with my classmates. They will definitely like them. They are delicious."

"Okay, that's fine. When we're done eating here, I'll go to town and buy some milk to make it. Then before you go back to school, I'll make some more for you and you can take it with your classmates."

Next, I baked another batch of savory cookies and two batches of sweet cookies.

The sweet biscuits also captured the stomachs of several people. A total of two bamboo baskets were baked, one basket for each flavor.

"Okay, we're finally done. Let's go back, Xiaofeng, cover the fire in the oven with ashes."

"Yes, sister, I know. Look, the fire in the stove has gone out."

So a few people took some tools for making cookies and went back to the house next door.

When they returned to the new house, Zhang's father, Zhang Cheng, and Grandpa Zhang were making glutinous rice cakes in the yard. Zhang Xingyun and Zhang Xinghao followed to help, and everyone took turns making glutinous rice cakes.

Zhang Yunyue took the bamboo basket containing biscuits to the main room.

"Grandma, Second Aunt, Mother, come and try the cookies I made."

Then he took a few more and went to the yard to let Grandpa Zhang and the others taste them.

Grandma Zhang: "It's delicious, but my teeth are not very good, so I can only eat it with a sip."

Mother Zhang nodded: "Yueyue, this one I'm eating is salty, and it tastes pretty good."

Zhu said with lingering feeling: "Sister-in-law, this is sweet. Well, this is delicious too." After that, she took a sweet biscuit from the bamboo basket and started eating.

"Well, mother, second aunt, I made two flavors, one salty and one sweet."

yard.

"Yueyue, this cookie is delicious. It's good to just chew it dry. It's good to eat two when you have nothing to do."

"Yeah, I think so too. Yueyue, bring two more for Uncle Er, one for each flavor."

"Okay, second uncle." Then he went to the main room and grabbed a handful of biscuits, asking everyone to take a few more and chew them.

Seeing that everyone liked it, Zhang Yunyue said, "Dad, Mom, Second Uncle, Second Aunt, I see you all like it very much. Why don't we go to town to buy more milk tomorrow?

I’ll make more tomorrow and take it back to my grandfather’s house and Grandpa Zhu’s house so that everyone can have a taste. What do you think?

My family likes it, and my cousins will definitely like it too."

Zhu thought about it and agreed: "Oh, Yueyue, this is great. This is much better than buying any snacks. Besides, this is dry. When the time comes, wrap it with oil paper. It can be kept for a longer time than snacks. Most importantly, it tastes better than snacks."

Zhang's mother also agreed, "Yueyue, it's OK. Your uncle and his family will definitely like this."

"Okay, my brother and I will go to town tomorrow to buy more milk, and then we can make more and bring more back to our grandparents' homes on both sides."

Seeing Yueyue treating everyone equally every time she bought things, Zhu was always easily moved. However, since Yueyue was good to her parents' family, she would be twice as good to Yueyue, and she would always be able to return some favor.

Except for the people who were making glutinous rice cakes, everyone was eating biscuits in their hands.

"Grandma, Mom, I'm going to pack some cookies for Xiaohua, Xiaoxiao, and Grandpa and Second Grandpa. I'll make more tomorrow."

"Okay, you go."

Zhang Yunyue left only a few biscuits in the bamboo basket, enough for her family to try today, and then packed the rest into four packages of each flavor using oil paper.

So he went out with the biscuits.

After giving the biscuits to four families, when they were at great-grandfather's house, great-grandmother and aunt were frying meatballs. When they saw Zhang Yunyue taking the biscuits, they filled a bowl of meatballs for Zhang Yunyue and brought it back to eat.

When they were at Zhao Xiaoxiao's house, they were roasting sweet potatoes, and Zhao Xiaoxiao packed a few roasted sweet potatoes for Zhang Yunyue.

This time I went out, carrying things out and coming back with things.

"Mother, these are the fried meatballs given by my great grandfather, and these are the roasted sweet potatoes given by Xiaoxiao. Anyone who is hungry can eat them."

Zhang Yunyue poured the meatballs into her own bowl and asked Zhang Xingfeng to take the bowl back to her great-grandfather's house.

"Leave the sweet potatoes there for now. The glutinous rice cake will be ready soon. We are going to start making the glutinous rice cake."

When Zhang Yunyue heard her mother say that the glutinous rice cake was ready, she left the main room and walked into the yard.

Zhang's mother and Zhu were kneading the beaten glutinous rice cake into small round cakes. Zhang Yunyue specially grabbed a ball and held it in her hand and started to eat it. It was sticky and chewy.

After Zhang's mother and the others had been kneading the glutinous rice cakes for a while, Zhang Yunyue went to the kitchen and fried the remaining glutinous rice mixed with rice. She would then ask Zhang's father to grind it into flour so that she could steam the pickled meat in the evening.

Then, whenever you want to eat it, just heat it up in the pan.

Father Zhang took the fried glutinous rice and rice to the next room and ground them all into flour.

Here, Zhang's mother and Zhu had also finished making all the glutinous rice cakes.

I was thinking that I still had to braise two pig heads and steam some pickled meat today.

Old Zhang started to make a fire without stopping, burned all the hair on the surface of the pork belly and the pig's head, and then washed them clean.

Zhang Yunyue took out some spices, ground them into powder, fried some peanuts and sesame seeds, ground them into powder as well, and mixed them with dried chili powder to make barbecued chili powder.